Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important to most people, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
In NAUGHTY BALLING TEACHER we see in Brenda Moore, a young high school teacher, the results of a different outlook on sex. But does she go too far? Who is to say?
NAUGHTY BALLING TEACHER-a frank story of one young woman's approach to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Did you get fucked last night?"
"Of course."
"Why by?"
"Harold."
"No wonder you're walking funny today." The two girls giggled foolishly and left the restroom.
Peering through the door crack of her toilet stall, Brenda Moore could see only that they had long hair, and wore the shortest and tightest of shorts and had bare feet. It was disgraceful for students to dress like that in school, even though it was summer school. But what could Brenda do about it? She was a brand new teacher, fresh out of college, and she had contracted to teach a class of flunky seniors this summer. After summer was over, she'd be moving on to teach permanently at a prestigious all-girl school, the kind of school she had attended her entire student career, the kind of school where such shocking and filthy conversation as she had just listened to would never happen. She found it hard to believe girls could talk that way. She found it even harder to believe that students anywhere, even these public school students, would be allowed to dress-if "dress" was the right word-as shabbily and obscenely as the students she'd watched filing into school this morning. Bare feet, bare legs, some of the boys shirtless! She couldn't believe it! If she'd had an inkling that such a lax dress code existed here at Jefferson High School, she would never have signed a contract to teach here for three months.
She sat back on the toilet and tried to piss, which wasn't easy in her tense and distraught condition. Perhaps she should have stayed in college for the summer and taken advance graduate classes instead of agreeing to teach.
But she had so wanted to launch her teaching career. It's what she'd been waiting to do for so long-teach. She had her master's degree now. She couldn't imagine taking even one class toward her doctorate until she'd had a taste of the real world, the real teaching world. But she hadn't expected to walk into school ten minutes ago to find mobs of dirty, sweaty, half-naked teenagers desecrating the hallowed halls of learning. She'd slipped into this restroom as much to escape the sight of them, and to collect her thoughts, as to relieve her bladder. She really did have to urinate, though. Nervousness always brought on the need to piss.
The outer door of the restroom opened, letting in the hoots and giggles and catcalls of the teenage mob in the hallway. The door closed. There was the smacking of bare feet on the concrete floor, then the banging shut of a stall door. Looking down, Brenda could see a pair of tanned bare feet under the partition separating her own stall from the adjacent stall. She heard the occupant of the next stall wiggle out of a pair of shorts, turquoise shorts, which Brenda saw slip off over the girl's feet, along with a pair of panties. The shorts and panties lay on the floor, discarded. Suddenly, a bra with smallish titcups and a yellow T-shirt dropped on top of the panties and shorts. There was a girlish sigh.
Brenda was stunned. The girl had completely disrobed! In a restroom stall! In a school! If she wasn't looking at the pile of female clothing with her own eyes, she'd never have believed it.
"Mmmnn!" came a moaning sigh from the next stall.
"Oh yes!" came a whisper.
The girl's tanned feet, their toenails polished pink, spread apart, the right foot nearly sliding under the partition and into Brenda's stall. There was a squishing, flesh-slapping noise, and the girl's toes began to slowly curl and spread and flex.
Brenda couldn't imagine what was happening. All she knew was that her heart was racing and that she was holding her breath. She still hadn't pissed, but there was no hope of doing that at the moment.
"Oh yesss!" the girl sighed, almost inaudibly. "Oh God!"
Brenda wished she could drill a hole in the partition so she could peek through and see what was going on. She knew that whatever the girl was doing, that it was something very private and secret, that it was probably something sexual, although Brenda would not allow herself to imagine what.
A hole appeared in the partition as if by magic. As Brenda looked at the partition, which was scrawled all over with writing and drawings that Brenda wouldn't permit herself to dwell on, she spotted a hole in the partition the size of a nickel, a hole that blended in with some kind of grotesque and obscene ink drawing. She pressed her eye to the hole, faint with excitement. What she saw made her twice as faint, and she had to collect all her strength and will herself to remain seated on the toilet, had to will her heart to slow down and her mind to stop spinning.
The girl in the next stall was masturbating, masturbating in the most disgusting and obscene way Brenda had ever seen, masturbating with a stiff, plunging finger, a finger that pistoned in and out of her blonde pussy as her pink inner cuntlips sucked at it and a fluid like saliva oozed out of it. The girl's blonde head rested against the concrete-block wall as she slumped back on the toilet, her legs spread as wide as the stall would allow. As she jerked her right hand between her spread thighs, she caressed her tanned belly and her creamy-white tits with her left hand. Her smooth fingers rippled over her erect nipples and cherry bumps. Her blue eyes looked glazed and watery under long lashes and half-closed lids.
"Mark!" the girl whispered. "Ram that big cock! Oh Mark!" She spoke so softly that Brenda had to read her lips to fully understand her.
Brenda glued her eye to the hole, trying to see all of the girl's body. The girl was indeed stark-naked, her skin deeply tanned except for the areas on her tits and loins where the skimpiest of string bikinis had shielded her flesh from the sun. She was a cute little thing with an upturned nose and long hair, but her face was contorted with lust, her expression that of a harlot in the throes of sinful ecstasy. Brenda wanted to tear her eye away from the hole and flee this den of iniquity, but she didn't have the strength, she didn't have the strength of will.
I don't believe it! I don't believe it! The phrase ran through Brenda's mind like a sentence across a computer screen. How could a girl do such a thing! In school yet! How could she! Brenda could count on two hands the number of times she herself had masturbated in her life. And she had never used her hands or fingers to perform the act. She had always accomplished her orgasm by squeezing her legs together, arriving at the sinful spasms more or less by accident. She had climaxed despite her efforts to forestall orgasm. She had masturbated only at the darkest hour of night, buried under bedclothes, and behind a locked door. She had masturbated only to avoid what she feared was the onset of insanity, only to avoid going crazy. She was the daughter of a Baptist minister. She must be perfect, sinless. She must fight temptation at all costs.
The young girl's stiff finger plunged. The smell of teen pussy rose and spread through the air like a vaporous drug. Despite her supreme desire to pull away from the peephole and to flee the restroom, Brenda found herself drunk on the stinky-sweet aroma of girl-juice, found herself hypnotized by the incessantly sliding finger, found herself fascinated by the girl's shameless display of pure lust, by her pleasure-contorted face, by her sensuously flexing toes, the toenails painted a sinful, blushing pink.
"Oh Mark, oh God, Mark!"
The girl squirmed on the toilet seat, her eyes closed now as she concentrated on the sensations shooting through her teen crotch. She wiggled her ass, humping her loins upward to meet the drilling thrusts of her stiff finger. Her pink nipples had flushed nearly purple as her excitement grew, and they stood up like fingertips, stiff and swollen. An obscene squishing sound came rhythmically from her juicing cuntal chamber as her finger worked inside it, and pussycream foamed out around the ramming fuck-digit.
Brenda was quivering, every cell of her body prickling with excitement. Her own crotch throbbed, itched and throbbed as it never had before in her life. Her cunt lips had swollen so tight that she wanted to scream, and a slick, thick, hot fluid was oozing like honey between them. Her entire cuntal canal itched and ached as if infested with fire-ants. To keep from losing her mind, from absolutely going off the deep end and losing her sanity, Brenda plunged her hand between her legs and clawed at her inflamed fuckmeat. She rubbed madly, sliding her middle finger up and down between her blonde-furred crotchlips, getting it sticky with her hot juices, filing at her throbbing clit, which was swollen as large as one of the teenager's nipples. In her mind, she screamed at herself to stop, told herself that she was surely hellhound if she continued sinning like this a moment longer, but her mental screaming was drowned out by the slamming of her heart, by the pulsations in her loins. Never in her life had she felt anything so intensely. Her middle finger slipped inside her cunt, and she began ramming her own fuckhole as hard and fast as the girl was ramming hers.
"Feels so good!" the girl moaned, delirious as her pleasure took complete control of her. "Your big cock feels so good! Oh Mark!" Her pussyhole clutched at her plunging finger, sucking it like a mouth. Pussy-honey foamed and dribbled out of her, thick drops of it falling in the toilet. Her pink-painted toenails grated on the concrete as her toes curled from the intense sensations flowing through her body.
It does feel good, Brenda thought. It feels too good! She'd never felt this good in her life. She rammed her finger in and out, penetrating herself deep, getting her hand wet with her own slick juices. She matched the masturbatory rhythm of the girl, fucking herself just as fast and hard as the girl was fucking herself. The fuck-itch saturated her cunt, spread through her asshole, flowed like electricity throughout her body until her nipples and toes were tight and tingling. She breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of pussy. She was drunk, drugged, completely out of control.
The girl in the next stall started gasping, shaking as if she were having a seizure. Her eyes opened wide, then rolled back in her head until they showed only white. She spread her legs so wide that her knees knocked against the stall walls, and she tried to ram her entire hand up her exploding teen cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" she breathed. "Ohhhh yessss!" She humped at her jerking hand, bringing herself to total ecstasy, crushing the pleasure through her crotch as the spasms hit her again and again. Her nipples looked ready to explode with tightness.
Brenda watched the girl's ecstasy, and within seconds was sharing it. Her toes curled in her shoes and she nearly fell off the toilet as the delicious fuck-spasms swarmed through her cunt and overwhelmed her. Her hand plunged between her legs, her finger stabbing repeatedly up her clutching, vibrating, frothing pussy. She chewed her lower lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.
She thought the ecstasy would never end. The spasms came again and again, contracting her loins and passing in waves to every part of her body. At the height of her pleasure, she experienced the urge to be penetrated in every orifice of her body-her mouth, her cunt, her asshole. If she hadn't been so out of control, her body jerking spastically, she would have rammed a finger up her hard-contracting asshole. She'd lost her mind.
It feels so good! she wanted to moan out loud. She'd never dreamed anything could feel so good! None of her previous thigh-squeezing orgasms had been anything like this. It felt so good she didn't care if it killed her.
The pleasure passed. The spasms slowed and weakened until only occasional twinges tickled her crotch. She slipped her finger out of her cunt. Pussycream dripped from her hand. What had she done? She'd never felt so wicked and filthy in her life!
In the next stall, the young girl was sighing contentedly, licking her pussy-honey off her fingers, using toilet paper to wipe her satisfied cunt. She got up to dress, bending over to pull her panties over her feet. Her asspucker, pink and moist, nearly kissed Brenda's gaping eye, and Brenda pulled away from the peephole in shock and disgust.
What had come over her? What had she done? She was as bad as the teenage harlot-maybe even worse!
After the girl had dressed and left, Brenda used toilet paper to wipe the pussycream from between her still-swollen cuntlips. She was shocked by the amount of fluid she had oozed during her filthy excitement. She was thorough ly disgusted with herself, overcome with shame.
Surprisingly, despite her distraught condition, she pissed easily now, almost sighing as she relieved the pressure in her bladder. The bell rang as she wiped herself, and her heart began pounding hard as she realized that in a few minutes she would be facing the first class of her teaching career. In her wild lust, she'd almost forgotten why she'd come here to Jefferson High School. As nervous as she'd ever been in her life, she left the restroom to go face her students.
CHAPTER TWO
They were sprawled out in their desks, looking like a band of barbarians just returned from a drunken orgy. They were about thirty boys and twenty or so girls, all of them dressed as if for a sweaty day on the beach, most of them barefoot, most of them in shorts or jeans, several of the girls wearing bikini halters on top instead of blouses. Every last one of them was trying to out-shout the others. As Brenda entered the classroom, carrying her books and notebooks, dressed in a white blouse, navy-blue skirt, and high heels, a few wolf-whistles greeted her, which soon became a chorus of whistles as the boys appreciatively ogled their new teacher.
Her heart pounding, Brenda took her seat behind her desk and put on her glasses. Without a wasted moment, she said, "I am Miss Moore. Each of you will now stand and tell me who you are, beginning with row one, seat one."
There was still whispering and giggling going on in the room, but Brenda ignored it and looked up as the first student stood and introduced herself.
"Lois Johnson," the girl said, red-faced and with a giggle.
Brenda's face turned even redder than Lois's when she recognized Lois as the girl who had moments ago jerked off in the toilet stall. Brenda nodded quickly, and wrote the girl's name on a seating chart.
"Next," Brenda said. "Please, let's get roll over with so we can get down to business."
A yawning boy with wind-blown hair slowly got to his feet and grunted out his name so inarticulately that Brenda had to ask him to repeat it twice. Then he scratched his armpit and flopped back down in his seat.
"Next!" Brenda called. "Come on, you don't need to be told. I don't expect to tell you people anything more than once. There's no need for it."
A petite girl jumped up and called out her name, then popped back down in her seat. Immediately, another girl jumped up and told Brenda her name.
"That's more like it," Brenda said.
Halfway through taking roll, Brenda found herself looking at a tall, muscular young man who looked like he spent all his free time lifting weights. He was dressed only in a pair of cutoff shorts that could have passed for posing briefs.
"Harold," the boy drawled, looking down at Brenda with a suggestive leer.
Brenda felt herself being mentally undressed. "Harold what?"
"Just Harold. You know, like Arnold."
"Harold Arnold," Brenda said, starting to write.
"Not Harold Arnold, just plain Harold, like just plain Arnold. I don't need no last name."
"OK, Mr. Just Plain Harold, enough games! If you wish to remain in this class and have the privilege of getting another chance at graduating without repeating your entire senior year next term, then you will tell me your last name! Now!"
"Schwarzeneger," Harold drawled, smirking arrogantly.
Brenda started to write. "Please spell that."
"You're the teacher-you figure it out," Harold said, and he flopped back down in his seat to a chorus of tittering all around the classroom. He looked very self-satisfied.
Brenda, unable to deal with the unruly young man another moment without breaking down in tears, pretended to write his last name, making a mental note to look up its spelling later.
"Next please!"
by the time roll was completed, Brenda felt as if she'd put in a full day already. She informed the class that for the entire summer term, they would all sit in the same seats they'd chosen to sit in today, as she had made a seating chart as they had introduced themselves. She realized only after she had made that announcement that she was stuck with a summer of Harold sitting in the desk directly in front of her own.
She rose from her desk to give her prepared speech before beginning lessons. She reminded them that this special summer session was a privilege none of them could afford to abuse unless they wanted to spend another school year trying to get a diploma. All of them had fallen short, in one way or another, of meeting the requirements for graduation, and unless they wanted to spend another year in school they would have to work hard this summer, making up their deficiencies, and preparing for a comprehensive examination in late August, which, if they passed it, would entitle them to graduate.
"So, let's not waste another precious minute," Brenda said as she finished her talk. "I don't think any one of you wants to repeat his or her senior year next term."
Her speech had the desired effect-at first, anyway. The students did less restless shifting as she began to work out basic algebra problems for them on the blackboard. They actually looked serious, determined to learn what they'd failed to learn in four years of high school. Slowly, though, as the class went on, as the hot summer wind blew in the windows, heating the classroom as much as cooling it, students began to daydream and doze. Some of them whispered to each other. At one point, Brenda looked away from the blackboard to see a red-faced and leering boy playing footsie with a red-faced, squirming girl across the aisle from him. She glared at them.
A half hour passed and Brenda took a break, giving the class some silent reading to do as she prepared for their English lesson. As she sat in front of the class, trying to ignore the occasional whispers and infuriating adolescent giggles, she began to be distracted by the huge, muscular bare foot that lay on the floor directly in front of her. It was one of Harold's feet, grubby with grime, its sinews like steel cables, its veins like bluish snakes. Peering through her glasses, Brenda looked past the foot to his enormous calf muscles, then up to his hairy, tanned thigh. The boy's leg looked as if it had been carved out of rock. Brenda had never seen anything like it.
She tried to concentrate on the book in front of her, but her eyes were continually drawn to Harold's wide-spread feet and legs. Suddenly, she found herself looking under his desk and directly at his crotch.
His balls were hanging out of his cutoffs! They were enormous, like the balls of a boar, stretching their hairy sac to near bursting. Brenda had seen the balls of a boar on her grandfather's farm once, and Harold's balls were just like them-swollen, fat, pink.
Brenda suddenly remembered the two girls in the restroom, the one talking about having been "banged" by "Harold" last night, the other saying it was no wonder she was walking funny today. There was no doubt in Brenda's mind that this was the very Harold these girls had been talking about-the one sitting directly in front of her with his balls hanging out the leg of his cutoffs. The animal! To her relief, when she looked up at his face, she found him asleep.
As disgusted as Brenda was with Harold and with herself, she couldn't stop glancing at his balls, the first human balls she had ever seen. They looked moist with sweat. Brenda shivered, squeamish, quivering all over as her excitement mounted and a wild throbbing began between her legs. Soon she felt the almost unbearable desire to reach up under her skirt, past her garter belt and under her panties, and into the wet crevice between her swollen cuntlips. She wanted to stick a finger inside herself again and masturbate-right here in front of the class! She must be sick! She must be losing her mind! The stress of her first day of teaching was playing havoc with her sanity.
"Keep studying what I've assigned you until I get back," she said to the class, then pushed up out of her desk and hurried out of the classroom without waiting for the class's reaction. She didn't want to face them. She knew her face had turned crimson as she'd ogled Harold's bare nuts, as her excitement had mounted. She was sure they all could read her filthy mind. She had to escape.
She ran down the hallway, right past a fellow teacher who tried to greet her, past milling students, and she entered a stairway at the back of the building, not knowing where she was going. She needed to find a quiet spot, somewhere where she could collect her thoughts and cool off. She needed a retreat.
The moment she shut the door of the stairwell, she felt relieved. The air was cool in here. It was a little-used back stairway, perhaps a fire exit. She could sit on the steps in here undisturbed and cool off.
She'd hardly sat down when she heard a door open somewhere and some whispering. The door shut, and there was giggling. After a few seconds, she heard a low groan, followed by several more groans and whispers. She listened intently, her heart starting to pound. Removing her high heels, she crept down the stairs in stocking feet until she could peer around a corner of the winding stairwell and see the next landing below.
"Come on, you little mink! Come on, yeah, that's good!" The whispers came from a boy who was leaned up against the wall, his cutoff shorts down around his ankles, not a stitch of clothing on his body. Kneeling in front of him, her head bobbing, was a stark-naked girl, her clothing lying in a pile next to her. The girl was moaning and cooing as her lips slid up and down around the thick shaft of the boy's erect cock.
The boy's hands were on his hips as he slowly thrust into the girl's throat. He lifted one bare foot and stroked her flank and hip. His foot slid up between her legs and rubbed her furry little pussy. He kept twisting his foot until he'd screwed his big toe up inside her. Both he and the girl groaned in unison.
Brenda was so stunned and shocked that she felt numb all over. All she could do was stare, gawking as if in a trance at the naked couple, who were performing acts Brenda had never dreamed of. The girl was chewing on the boy's cock, sucking on it, and the boy had shoved his big toe inside the girl's pussy. Incredible!
"You're real hot and wet in there," the boy said. "I bet I can make my toe come. It feels just like a dick." He laughed, grinding his thick toe in the girl's crotch as he slid his cock farther down her throat, gagging her as he sank it in to the hilt. "Man, this is a real popper!"
The girl bobbed her head wildly, despite her gagging. She took every inch of the boy's cock in her mouth again and again, cooing and munching, her cute nose rubbing in his pubic hair, her chin rubbing his sweaty balls. Her tits jiggling. Her ass wiggled as the boy toe-fucked her. Her spit dripped off the boy's balls and her pussyjuice dribbled down her legs.
The boy grabbed her head, ramming his prick in and out of her mouth, the muscles of his belly dancing. "Uhhh! I'm gonna come! Uhhh! Awww!"
His eyes rolled back with ecstasy as he fucked his cum down the choking girl's throat. In his excitement, his big toe slipped out of the girl's pussy, glistening with her pussycream. He held the girl's head, pumping her mouth back and forth on his cock as his balls contracted and his jism streamed down her hard-swallowing gullet. His loins worked rhythmically, his asscheeks contracting and dimpling.
"Awww, yeah, what a feeling, what a feeling!" He'd forgot all about whispering and was groaning out loud, his voice echoing in the stairwell.
The girl sucked his cock soft, draining his piss-tube of every thick drop of jizz. She sat back on her heels, licking her lips as she rubbed her tits with one hand and her cunt with the other. Her body, despite her golden tan, was flushed rosy with lust. The juice oozed from her itchy young pussy.
"Fuck me!" she said. "Bang me!"
"Fuck yourself," the boy said, waving his limp cock at her. "This thing ain't banging nothing for a while except maybe your face."
He slapped his wet cock back and forth across her face a few times, chuckling.
The girl suddenly sat on the floor, then lay back, kicking her legs up in the air and spreading her pussy wide-open with her fingers. "Lick me, then. Give me a blowjob."
"You kidding me? You think I'm gonna shove my nose in that slop trough?" He laughed.
"It tastes like honey," the girl said. "Try it."
"I know what it tastes like," the boy said. "Anchovy paste."
"Oh, fuck you!" the girl said, and she plunged two fingers up her cunt and started to jerk off.
The moment the girl's fingers slipped up her cunt, Brenda slipped a finger up her own cunt and started to jerk off in earnest. She had her hand up under her dress, her finger under her panties and working fast. Hot pussy goo dribbled down the insides of her thighs and onto her nylons, but she couldn't be concerned about that now. She had to relieve the fuck-itch in her loins before she hurled herself down these steps in frustration. Her finger pumped in and out, making a squishing sound. She was breathing heavily, and she was afraid the couple below would hear her and discover her, but she couldn't control herself. It felt too good. All she cared about now was the feeling, and about the explosive ecstasy that was coming.
The boy's cock swelled as he watched the girl jerk off. It was still hanging, only partially hard, but it throbbed with mounting excitement. He got down on his hands and knees, crouching low so he could watch her fingers slip in and out of her juicy crotch. Soon he was sniffing like a dog. Then he was licking. The girl squealed, slipping her fingers out of her pussy so the boy could give her a good tongue-job.
"Eat me!" the girl gasped. "Lick me out!" She held her crotch wide-open so the boy could lick deep, so he could drill her with his tongue. The pussyjuice ran out of her crotch and down her asscrack, and the boy slurped it up. He was moaning, his hand pumping his hardening cock.
"Fuck me now! Fuck me quick!" The girl drove her hot crotch up into the boy's flushed face, coating it with pussy-honey, stimulating him with her scent.
"Oh yeah!" The boy moved up over her and settled down on her, inserting his rigid cock between her sizzling cuntlips, then driving in. He groaned as every inch of his cock slipped inside the girl. He crushed her to the concrete landing, humping wildly.
The girl's glazed eyes nearly popped out. She gasped at the sudden, almost savage penetration, then squirmed as the boy skewered her again and again, giving her no chance to adjust to the huge cock filling her loins and nearly splitting them apart. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and her hips began to rock up and down, meeting the rhythmic thrusts of the boy's fucker. She rubbed her swollen tits against his chest.
"I'm gonna come quick," the boy warned. "Real quick." He drove in and out relentlessly, his prick making loud, lubricious noises in her juicy cunt. His back gleamed with sweat, and his asscheeks contracted again and again.
The girl's toes clenched and unclenched. She fucked upward as hard as the boy was fucking downward, fucked his cock as hard as he was fucking her cunt, tried to bring herself off before he shot his jizz.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, her head tossing from side to side on the concrete, her heels spurring the boy's humping ass, her fingernails clawing up and down his back. "Grind me, baby, grind me, oh yes, God!"
Her eyes rolled back, glazed over with ecstasy. She rocked her loins wildly, clawed the air with her toes. Suddenly, her entire body was quivering as she melted with ecstasy and the spasms overwhelmed her lust-inflamed loins. "Ohhh baby yesssss!"
"Ahhhhhhh!" The boy exploded into her, grinding his prick in her gnawing, vibrating pussy, spurting hot jism into her spasming cunt. As he creamed her, he bore down on her, grinding her into the concrete, chewing on her mouth and cheeks, sucking on her tongue.
The two teenagers moaned together, their bodies gripped with ecstasy, with uncontrolled spasms. Their pleasure gasps echoed in the stairwell, and to Brenda it was as if dozens of voices were calling out in ecstasy. She wanted to cry out with them as her finger stabbed at the most sensitive spot in her pussy and brought on her own orgasm. Her pussy tightened like a strongly gripping hand, clutching rhythmically as the pleasure exploded inside her.
She braced one hand on the concrete wall as her head swam and the stairwell seemed to spin.
Heat and fuck-itch saturated her loins, making her squeeze her legs around her jerking hand, making her lose herself completely, as if she were dying. The waves of pleasure came again and again, and pussycream ran into her hand like hot oil. This orgasm was even more intense than the one she'd experienced in the restroom.
Down below on the landing, the boy and girl were moving slowly against each other, crushing out the last of their mutual pleasure. The girl's arms and legs were wrapped like a vise around the moaning youth, and she was grinding her cunt around and around on his prick, milking it of every drop of jism. The teenage couple was kissing, their tongues in each other's mouth, their naked flesh melting together. Finally, the slow humping of the boy's ass stopped and he ceased moving as if unconscious. They lay motionless for several seconds, until the boy forced the girl to release him and got up.
He struggled to his feet.
"Shit, I can hardly walk!"
As he stumbled into his cutoffs, the girl sat up and started dressing, sighing to herself contentedly. The boy bent over and kissed her on the mouth, then descended the stairs to the next landing. The girl scrambled after him, pulling a T-shirt over her naked torso and whispering for him to wait. A door opened and closed, and the stairwell was silent.
Brenda was still shaking, still breathing hard, and she was weak in the knees. Her pussy still tingled, her heartbeat pulsing in it. She was a mess between the legs, and her hand was drenched with pussyjuice. The aroma was strongly musky, and it embarrassed her. Not having a handkerchief, and not wanting to wipe her hand on her skirt, she ended up licking the tart-sweet juice off. Her nylons were damp halfway to her knees on the inner sides of her thighs, but she wasn't about to remove them and try to dry them off. She had to get back to her class, which she'd left what seemed like an hour ago.
Before she climbed back up the stairwell to the door she'd entered it by, she couldn't keep herself from climbing down to the landing where the teenagers had fucked. Small puddles of a sticky jism lay on the concrete floor, the mingled fuckjuices which had leaked from the girl's open cunt. Overcome with curiosity and excitement, Brenda dipped her fingers in the fluid and sniffed it. Her head swam. Disgusted with herself, she wiped her fingers as best she could on the concrete and hurried back up the stairs to her waiting class.
CHAPTER THREE
When Brenda got back to the classroom, it was in an uproar. Not one student was studying. Wads of crumpled paper were flying around the room. At least four couples were petting and kissing, the girls squirming like eels in the boys' arms. The wild laughter and shouting made the room sound more like a bullfighting arena than a classroom.
Brenda entered, her already flushed face turning twice as flushed as she stood in front of the class with crossed arms. As the class slowly noticed her, it began to quiet down. In half a minute, the room was dead silent, the students back in their desks, all of them red-faced, a few of them smirking arrogantly.
Brenda took a deep breath.
"Take out your English books," she said, her voice quavering as if with anger. Actually, she was still shaking from the intensity of her experience in the stairwell. "We will now resume our work."
She said nothing about the students' rowdy behavior, and as she began lecturing about parts of speech, they glanced at each other, puzzled and uneasy. They'd expected her to blow up.
Brenda lectured as if nothing had happened. As the class progressed, she began to notice boys sniffing the air like dogs sniffing out a bitch in heat. They'd got the scent of her wet nylons-the animals! Her only consolation was that there were twenty other females in this room besides herself, and any one or all of them might be wet between the legs, so the boys certainly couldn't focus on her as the source of the scent. Or could they?
As the morning went on, Brenda became increasingly uneasy as she realized that more and more boys were looking her up and down, un dressing her with their eyes, leering at her as if she were one of their ass-wiggling little female classmates. Harold was certainly the worst of the bunch, licking his lips from time to time as if she were a piece of cake he was going to devour. At all costs, Brenda tried to avoid looking at Harold, which wasn't easy to do with him sitting directly in front of her desk. She couldn't imagine how she was ever going to survive this summer. She wondered if she'd even make it through the morning without cracking up entirely.
To her surprise, she made it through the morning and found herself dining at noon hour with a dozen other summer-school teachers. Half the summer faculty was made up of men, all of whom combed Brenda with their eyes as shamelessly as her male students had. Fortunately, Brenda felt much less threatened by the male faculty, all of whom were smartly dressed and mature. They didn't give her the impression of being quite the wild barbarians the boys of the school did.
"I can't deny that I'm a little shocked by the dress code around this place," Brenda remarked to the woman across the table from her. "Or should I say, by the lack of a dress code."
The woman leaned closer, as if to confide a secret. "Mr. Wilson loves to see the girls in bare feet and shorts," the woman said. Mr. Wilson was the principal. "If he could get away with it, he'd have the girls coming to school nude."
Brenda shook her head and made a face. "They're almost nude now."
"I had a girl show up in a bikini this morning," the woman said. "Can you believe that? Postage stamps for a bra and a pink ribbon for panties. I could have wrung her little neck for causing such a commotion!"
"What did you do?" Brenda said.
"Nothing. What could I do? Old Man Wilson would throw a tantrum if I reprimanded one of his little sex objects for doing exactly what he wants her to do-show off as much of her wicked little body as she can get away with. That disgusting, dirty old man!" She looked up suddenly and smiled nervously. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. How are you today?"
"Just fine, my dear, and how are you?"
"Couldn't be better," the woman said with a laugh.
Mr. Wilson, a plump, balding, sixtyish-looking man in a double-breasted suit, greeted all his teachers and took his place at the head of the table. Within seconds, a giggling teenage girl in a blouse open nearly to the navel, bare footed and wearing tight shorts, brought the principal a cafeteria tray heaped with food.
"Thank you, my dear," the principal said. "You seem to be enjoying your summer job."
"Yes sir," the girl giggled, squirming and red-faced as if she had a finger up her cunt. Then she wiggled back to the serving line, where she'd been dishing out food.
Mr. Wilson watched every seductive wiggle of her ass, then plunged into his food. He stuffed himself as if he hadn't eaten in weeks, from time to time making remarks to the teachers nearest him, several times glancing up at Brenda, whom he'd hired without an interview. She'd merely sent in a resume and a photograph of herself, and he'd sent her a contract for signing. She hadn't formally met him until yesterday, at a faculty conference. By the end of the meal, Mr. Wilson was openly ogling Brenda, and she felt herself blushing.
Are all the males around this place animals? she wondered. Maybe all men were animals. She'd had little contact with males in her life. She'd gone to all-girl schools since the first grade, and she'd never even had a boyfriend.
On the way back to her classroom after lunch, Brenda heard her name being called from far down the hall behind her, and she realized that Mr. Wilson was following her. She didn't feel up to facing the man alone, so she kept walking as if she hadn't heard him. She heard her name called again as she was rounding a corner, and she panicked. She just didn't want to talk to the lecherous principal.
The moment she turned the corner, she found a restroom and slipped inside it. Six urinals faced her. She'd come into the men's restroom, and now she was trapped. She heard footsteps and voices outside, and she ran quickly into one of the toilet stalls and locked herself in. She immediately removed her high heels and set them on the back of the toilet.
"Miss Moore!" she heard Mr. Wilson call as he passed in the hallway outside. "Where did you go?" His footsteps hurried on.
The door of the restroom opened, and two loud-mouthed, laughing teenagers came in, their bare feet slapping heavily on the floor. "Shit, I'm gonna piss down my leg! All that goddamned beer last night. Shit!"
The two boys unzipped, each boy pissing loudly into a urinal and sighing with relief. To Brenda they didn't sound much different pissing than that boy this morning did spurting his cum up the girl's cunt.
"Aw man, this is better than fucking. Shit, I must've drank three six-packs last night. Shit, what a night!"
Brenda, though scared out of her mind at being discovered, got up and peeked through the door crack at the pissing youths. Their cocks looked like two heavy, dangling salamis, yellow streams gushing from them and splashing against the white porcelain urinal. The boys sighed and belched. As their piss-streams slowed, they milked and shook their cocks until the piss-drops stopped dripping from their piss holes. One of the boys reached in the back pocket of his cutoffs and pulled out some pink, silky material. He shoved it at the other boy.
"Take a whiff of these, man."
The other boy took a hard, long smell of the panties. As he inhaled, his cock swelled and stood up, throbbing heavily. "Where'd you get these?" he said, sounding slightly drugged.
"Mary Lou," the other boy said. He took the panties away and sniffed them himself. "I gave her a ride in my dad's car last night she'll never forget."
"Mary Lou! What a fucking mink! Bet you . ain't washed that dick of yours today."
"That's right, man. It's frosted from one end to the other with her mink oil. Christ, even when that stuff dries on, it's slick as wax."
The cocks of both boys were hugely erect, and they were stroking their swollen pricks in unison, taking turns sniffing the crotch of Mary Lou's pink panties. A fluid started to ooze from their two pricks, getting the boys' fingers slick. They worked the fluid onto their cockheads, pumping their pricks faster and faster as they got higher and higher on the cunt-scent in the girl's panties.
Brenda realized she had her finger up her crotch and was pumping in and out furiously. Her eyes were glued to the boys' hot, purpl-eheaded pricks, and she kept licking her lips, as if she were hungry for them, as if she wanted to taste them. The pussy goo leaked down her pumping finger and dripped from her jerking hand. The movement of her hand rustled her skirt, but the boys were too wrapped up with their pleasure to realize they were being spied on.
"How'd she feel, man?"
"Soft. Hot. Tits like balloons covered in hot silk. Round, real firm ass. She loves it from behind, loves it when you rub your stomach against her ass while you're fucking out her pussy. Know what that feels like?"
"Yeah, man."
"And she's got a crotch that sucks. Hot, fluffy, tight, and real wet. It fucking sucks! Every stroke's like getting off. Know what I mean, man?"
"Oh yeah, fuck! Gimme them smelly panties." The one boy pressed the panties to his nose as if he wanted to inhale them completely. His eyes rolled deliriously. His hand became a blur on his fast-dripping cock and he ejaculated, his thick jism splashing against the porcelain as he grunted and moaned. "Oh Mary Loud, fuck youuu!"
The other boy yanked the panties away from him and started to spurt even before he'd pressed the panties to his face. Then he stood there, pressing the panties to his face with one hand and rubbing his stomach with his other hand as his cock throbbed freely in the air, spurting out white streams with each flex. Brenda could see his balls swelling and contracting, could see perfectly his veiny, wildly jerking cock as it spurted freely.
She watched the two cocks ejaculate, one cock being pumped by a squeezing fist, the other cock throbbing untouched in the air. She thought she could smell the jism, the mist-like scent filling the air of the restroom. She was especially fascinated by the freely spurting cock, which reminded her of a striking, venom spitting snake. She imagined it pumping cum into her mouth, imagined it squirming and jerking in her cunt, the way it had squirmed and jerked in Mary Lou's teenage cunt last night.
Her finger pistoned, her fuck-juices bubbled out, and she began to shake all over. The fiery, deliciously intense waves of pleasure flowed through her cunt and down her legs. Her nipples tingled in her titcups. The tips of her nylon-covered toes prickled. She would have whined out loud if she'd dared-the way Mary Lou must have whined last night in the car, her young body impaled on the boy's reaming, cum-spitting cock.
"Man, them panties are powerful!" said the boy pounding his prick. "Why don't you loan 'em to me for a few days?" He gasped as the last drops of thick cream oozed from his cock.
The other boy still had the panties pressed to his face and sniffed them with closed eyes until his untouched cock had stopped spitting cum. Then he shoved the panties back in the hip pocket of his cutoffs. "Nothing doing, man. You'll suck all the cunt-smell out of 'em before you give 'em back-if you even give 'em back."
"Selfish bastard! Keep 'em then-who wants 'em?" The boy milked his cock and stuffed it back in his cutoffs.
As the boys were washing their hands at the sinks, one of them said, "How about that new bitch we got for a teacher! Miss What's-her-name."
"Moore. Miss Hotlips Moore. You can have Mary Lou-I'll take old Hotlips."
"How you know she'll even bend?"
"She'll bend. She's itching for it, like a bitch in heat. You can fucking smell her. I swear, I can fucking smell her right now." He howled like a hound, and he and the other boy pushed open the restroom door and left, laughing wickedly.
Brenda wiped her hand and cunt with toilet paper, then shakily left the stall, tempted to find the nearest exit and flee Jefferson High School forever, contract or no contract. She saw thick, yellowish-white gobs and streams of cum leaking slowly down the porcelain urinals, and she could think of nothing but snake venom and of the two spurting cocks, flexing like striking snakes as they'd pumped out their loads. She shivered squeamishly, tiptoeing to the door and listening foil" sounds in the hallway before she slipped on her high heels and stole out of the restroom. At that moment, the bell rang, and she hurried back upstairs to teach her afternoon session.
She did her best to ignore the ogling, leering boys as she lectured. She looked over the tops of the students' heads, as if she were talking to the back wall. The afternoon passed much faster than the morning had, and with a half-hour till the final bell, she assigned the students a study period as she took her seat in her desk to plan for tomorrow's sessions.
How she came to be staring at Harold's crotch, she didn't know, but suddenly she realized she was looking not only at his crotch, but at a huge, snakelike object that had crept out of his cutoffs and lay on the wooden seat like a floppy rubber billy club. She gazed in shock and awe at the monstrous fuck-organ, unable to believe that a human male could possess a cock so large. It resembled the cock of the donkey her grandfather had owned, and its apple-sized head was half-covered with foreskin.
Brenda's cunt began to throb powerfully. She couldn't take her eyes off the huge fuck-bludgeon. She couldn't imagine any girl, any woman withstanding the assault of such a bestial cock. Her fear, her fascination, fueled her lust, and soon she was burning up, flushed red from scalp to toes.
Harold's cock moved, sliding slowly on the wooden seat as it began to swell and lengthen, as its thick veins became thicker, as his foreskin peeled back off his hugely ballooning cockhead, as his pisshole opened up with excitement. Within seconds it was throbbing up against the bottom of Harold's desk. Brenda looked up to find Harold leering at her like the devil himself. He licked his lips. His eyes were glazed with such lust and suggestiveness that Brenda was drawn into them. Her cunt throbbed with such desire that it felt like a fist was slamming her between the legs.
"Miss Moore, please report to the principal's office," came the voice over the intercom. "Miss Moore, please report to the principal's office immediately. Thank you."
The whole class was laughing. At the sound of the voice on the intercom, Brenda had let out a yelp and had jumped straight up out of her chair. When she'd caught her breath and had put herself back together, she told the class to get back to their studying. Then she walked blindly out of the room, her nylons uncomfortably wet between her legs, her heart pounding in high gear as she went down to Mr. Wilson's office.
CHAPTER FOUR
She sat on a couch in Mr. Wilson's office, her legs crossed, her crotch feeling like a pasty mess. She'd never been more uncomfortable and selfconscious in her life. She was sure Mr. Wilson could smell her.
The rotund principal had removed his suit coat and vest. His tie lay on his desk, and his shirt was open at the collar, revealing sunburned skin and gray chest hairs. The room reeked of his cologne. The blinds were drawn, and Brenda had noticed that he'd locked the door after he'd shown her in. The office was a very cozy, very stifling little chamber, and Brenda felt suddenly claustrophobic.
Mr. Wilson sat at the edge of his desk, facing her, his eyes darting often to her shapely legs.
"My dear, I just wanted to tell you how thrilled we all are to have you with us this summer. Your credentials are most impressive, and I have no doubt you'll be one of our best teachers. It isn't often that I hire a teacher without in-depth interviews beforehand, but your resume and transcripts and, I might add, your most attractive photograph, all spoke for themselves. To be honest, I've never hired a teacher without interviews, but now that we've met, any doubts I may have harbored have completely vanished."
"Thank you, sir."
"Oh, my dear, not so formal! Call me Willy." He slid off the desk and moved onto the couch beside Brenda. "May I call you Brenda?"
"Of course," Brenda said with a silly laugh that masked her uneasiness.
"Good! Excellent!" Mr. Wilson-Willy-patted her on the thigh with a moist, hot hand. His hand lifted once, then settled into place on her thigh like a heavy firebrand.
"You know, Brenda, my dear, I must apologize for not calling you in for a get acquainted talk sooner. But you arrived in town at the last minute, and I've been so busy with paperwork and meetings these last few days. I hope you'll forgive me."
"Of course," Brenda said. "I mean, there's really nothing to forgive."
"Thank you, my dear, you're so understanding." Mr. Wilson's hand moved slowly, rubbing Brenda's thigh, the tips of his fingers sliding under the edge of her skirt. He was breathing more heavily by the moment, and his face had flushed the color of a beet.
Brenda sat stiffly, her heart pounding, her stomach twinging with apprehension. She felt completely trapped by the man-locked in his office, squeezed between him and the arm of the couch as he pressed closer, his chubby fingers working relentlessly up her skirt and toward her crotch.
"You're such a lovely young thing, Brenda. You probably have no idea what effect you have on men-or perhaps you do."
His hand slid up her skirt, groping her crotch through her panties. He panted, crushing her against the couch, trying to kiss her as she turned her face away, trembling helplessly.
"Relax, darling. Please relax. You want it, you know you want it. You're so wet, so marvelously wet! Oh my darling, you're so hot!" His fat middle finger slid under the crotch of her panties and between her swollen cuntlips. "Oh, juicy! Oh, wonderful!"
His finger slipped up into her cunt. Brenda gasped, then panted like a woman in labor as Mr. Wilson plunged his finger in and out. She felt pleasure tingles all the way to her toes, which were quivering inside her high-heeled shoes.
"Kiss me, darling, kiss me!" Mr. Wilson got his mouth over Brenda's mouth and his fat tongue slipped between her lips.
Brenda struggled, moaning, her mouth stuffed with Mr. Wilson's slithering tongue, her cunt rammed with his finger. Mr. Wilson bore down harder. His free hand unbuttoned Brenda's blouse. His hand slid under her left titcup and closed over her hot tit. She could hardly breathe.
"You juicy little slut! You sweet young darling!" Mr. Wilson began to bite and lick her neck, continuously rubbing her tit and stimulating her hard nipple. He got the titcups off both her tits and plunged his face into her open blouse, licking and gnawing at her swollen tits, sucking on her nipples as he massaged her titflesh.
Her cunt gripped at his sliding finger like a fist, responding to each suck of his hot lips at her nipples. She was moaning deliriously, writhing under the man's assault.
I want it, she thought. Oh, I want it bad!
He slid to his knees in front of the couch, pulling off her skirt, unsnapping her nylons from their garter belt. He pulled off her shoes, kissed her feet, then pulled off each nylon in turn. Off came her garter belt.
"Such gorgeous legs! Such sexy feet!" He covered her feet with kisses, then licked them. His tongue slithered between her toes. He sucked her toes.
Brenda squirmed with excitement, her cunt pulsating as wildly as her heart. She almost laughed at the squishy sound her panties made as the principal peeled them away from her sopping-wet crotch and down her legs. Pussycream immediately dripped from her cunt onto the leatherette vinyl couch seat. She was naked from the waist down, and she spread her legs wide, offering herself to the lust-flushed man.
"Oh, you're gorgeous, just gorgeous! I love blondes!" He helped her get off her blouse, then her bra. Then he sat back, taking in every inch so of her stark-naked body.
"You delicious vixen! Oh, I must taste you!" He plunged his face between her legs, nuzzling her blonde-furred pussy, licking between the swollen cuntlips to get at the succulent cuntmeat between them.
Brenda's toes curled, clawing into the carpet. She lifted her ass, rubbing her throbbing crotch in the man's mouth, feeding him her juices and her crotchmeat and her squirming clit. Her tits were so swollen and throbbing that she squeezed them, massaging them, rubbing her tingling nipples.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh God, oh God!"
Willy stuck his tongue up her, drove it in to the hilt and began licking out her virgin fuck chamber. Her juices flowed into his mouth and he guzzled them down hungrily. He sucked on her clit, chewed it.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned. "Oh my God!"
She'd never felt anything so intensely sensual and pleasurable. None of the finger-rubbing she'd given her cunt today could compare with what this man was doing to her with his lips and tongue.
Mr. Wilson pulled his face away. Blonde cunthairs stuck to his frothy lips. "Don't come yet, darling, I must come with you."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. Brenda was surprised at its size-about as large as the cocks of the two boys who had jerked off in the restroom while she'd spied on them. It didn't look quite as hard and powerful as the cocks of the teenagers, but it was just as large, and the fuck lube began to drip out of it as Mr. Wilson started to jerk his hand up and down around it. The man put his face back between Brenda's legs and resumed his licking.
He licked her inner thighs, all the way from her knees to her crotch. He licked the pussycream off the couch seat, moaning like a dog as he simultaneously lapped up the female juice and jerked on his excited cock. Then he plunged his nose and lips between her crotchlips again and resumed licking out the naked fuckmeat of her pussy.
"Oh yes!" Brenda sighed. "I want it, I want it!" She humped, working her hips up and down, rubbing her seething crotch-furrow over the man's nose and lips. "Stick your tongue in me!"
She saw stars as his hot tongue slipped inside her again and began to churn. As his tongue twisted this way and that, probing deeper, licking out the unbearably sensitive folds and crevices of her fuck-chamber, she pinched both her nipples and pulled on them, twisted on them, sending electric waves of pleasure throughout her body.
"Shove it in deep!" she muttered, her teeth clenched. "Oh, God, do it!"
The man's tongue worked like a drill, reaming her out, sending wild sensation corkscrewing up through her cunt and saturating her loins. She wiggled her ass, thrust her crotch into his mouth rhythmically, working herself off on his electric tongue. An explosive jolt of current surged through her loins and she nearly blacked out with pleasure as the first spasms gripped her.
"I'm coming! Oh God! Eat me, suck me!" She squirmed all over the couch, squeezing the principal's half-bald head between her thighs as she fed him her juicing crotch. A current of pleasure streamed to the tips of her hard-clenched toes and she wailed with ecstasy.
Mr. Wilson sounded like a grunting pig at the trough as he sucked her out and guzzled down her female fuck-ooze. His tongue churned relentlessly inside her, reaming her out, filing at the thousands of raw nerve ends in her clutching pussyhole. As he groaned and sucked and moaned and licked, his arm jerked nonstop, his hand working up and down his pleasure-saturated cock.
The peak of Brenda's orgasmic pleasure passed and she humped slower and slower, her thighs relaxing around the man's head. She was still gasping with the last twinges of her spasms when Mr. Wilson jerked away from her crotch, freed himself from her entangled legs, and stood up, pumping his cock wildly. Kneeling on the couch beside her, he braced one hand on her forehead and used the other hand to stuff his dripping cock in her mouth. The moment his salty-tasting prickhead had slipped between her lips, his cum exploded into her throat. He grunted, ramming his cock in until it was pounding her tonsils and shooting thick cum down her gullet.
Brenda gagged and retched, her senses saturated with the aroma and taste of cock and cum. As his jizz leaked out of her mouth and down her throat, it rained down on her tits like hot spittle. Mr. Wilson's cock bucked and quivered in her mouth, contracting with each ejaculation. As the man came, he pumped his cock relentlessly between Brenda's lust-swollen lips and pounded his searing-hot cockhead at her tonsils. The slimy fuck-fluid coated Brenda's gullet and she could hardly swallow it.
"Eat it, you gorgeous little cocksucker! Drink it down, you cum-hungry little vixen! Oh my, oh yes!" Mr. Wilson held her head, sliding his big prick in and out of her mouth. He was panting like a steam engine.
Just when Brenda thought she couldn't swallow another spurt without choking to death, Mr. Wilson's prick softened in her mouth and stopped spitting jizz. He wouldn't take his cock out, though, until she'd drained every jelly-like drop out of his piss-tube.
"That's it, dear. Oh my, that feels so good! You have quite the talented tongue! Ooh yes, lick right there! Oooh, that feels marvelous, just marvelous!" He wiggled his fat ass, working his soft cock in Brenda's mouth as she continued to suck on it until it had shriveled to the size of a finger. Finally, he withdrew it and quickly stuffed it back in his pants.
Brenda fell back, panting as hard as Willy himself. She was exhausted.
"My, what a luscious sight! Do you mind, my dear?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mr. Wilson bent over Brenda and started to lap his cum off her tits and nipples.
"Delicious, just heavenly!"
He smacked his lips around Brenda's bumpy cherries, slurping and sucking his jizz off them. By the time he had finished slobbering all over her tits, Brenda was gasping with excitement and squirming under his tongue.
Mr. Wilson moved back, licking his lips. He glanced at his watch.
"Oh dear, I'm late for a meeting! Please dress quickly, Brenda darling. I am so happy we've managed to get acquainted this afternoon, and I look forward to getting better acquainted soon. Hurry, darling, hurry! Don't bother with those underthings, dear, they take so long to put on. Leave them with me, darling. Just put on the skirt and blouse. That's it. Fine. Isn't that really all a woman needs-a skirt and a blouse? And those pretty red high heels. My, aren't they smart-looking!"
Brenda obeyed like a robot, her mind too weak to question anything Mr. Wilson suggested. When she had dressed in her skirt and blouse, he gave her a long kiss, using his tongue, then turned her toward the door.
"One moment, dear," he said, sliding to his knees behind her as he caressed her flanks and ass.
He lifted her skirt, spread her asscheeks, and lapped up and down her moist ass-furrow, the tip of his tongue probing her asspucker. As he slipped his tongue up her asshole, Brenda gasped. He withdrew his tongue, kissed both her asscheeks, let her skirt fall and stood up.
"Thank you, darling, you may go now."
The final bell rang as Brenda was wandering back to her classroom, her body tingling from scalp to toes. She was sure she was dreaming all this. She had never felt so explosively alive and sensuous. She could still feel Mr. Wilson's tongue sliding inside her asshole, like a fat wet snake. It had felt so good, but it was so wicked, more wicked than any of the other sexual things Brenda had witnessed or experienced today. How could a man do such a thing? It was disgusting, shocking, indescribably sinful-but it felt so good!
Brenda came out of her dazed revery and pressed herself up against the wall lockers as a wild herd of squealing, shouting, laughing teenagers came charging down the hallway, pouring out of classrooms on both sides of the hall like an army of half-naked barbarians. Locker doors crashed. Girls squealed as boys grabbed them and groped them. Brenda cautiously squeezed her way up the hallway, praying she'd make it back to her classroom for her books without being trampled to death. As she made her way against the flow of human traffic, she passed several shirtless male students who ogled her shamelessly, several of whom intentionally rubbed against her with their sweaty torsos. As she stepped back into her classroom, she sighed with relief.
"Made it," she muttered, and went to her desk to collect her books.
"I was hoping you'd be coming back," a male voice said.
Brenda turned on her heels to face the speaker, and she could have shit in her panties-if she'd been wearing any. Harold smiled as he slammed shut the classroom door and locked it.
"Alone at last," he said. "Just you and me, teacher."
CHAPTER FIVE
The boy's cock stuck out the leg of his cutoffs and rose to a full erection before Brenda's eyes, his foreskin retracting off his enormous glossy cockhead, the veins bulging prominently, his nine-inch shaft curved slightly upward, his pisshole open with excitement. Harold smirked vainly as Brenda stared at his massive erection, open-mouthed, unbelieving.
"Harold, what on earth is this? Unlock that door this instant!" The words sounded ludicrous even to Brenda as she spoke them.
Harold said nothing. Coolly, he unsnapped his cutoffs and unzipped them with one deft hand. He forced them over his massive fuck-column, and they slid down his muscled legs the rest of the way themselves. He stepped out of them. He was tanned a rich bronze all over except for where the tiniest of swim briefs had kept his skin white. His cock throbbed slowly and powerfully, sticking up toward the ceiling at an acute angle. His balls, the size of chicken eggs, rolled menacingly in their sac.
"This is your lucky day, teacher," Harold said. "You ain't never had a man like me. I can guarantee you that."
As he came toward her like a stalking lion, Brenda was unable to move. His wagging fuck-snake hypnotized her. She felt her heart slamming her breastbone. Her tits were heaving with excitement. The wild throbbing of her cunt sent trickles of hot pussyjuice down her inner thighs.
"Harold, be reasonable," Brenda said. "Harold, don't do something you'll regret." The words came out coolly, controlledly, as if from the mouth of a robot. Brenda heard the words, but couldn't believe she'd said them.
Harold laughed at her. "I never regret nothing, lady."
He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. Her fingers could close only half around it due to its size. It felt like a cylinder of steel that had just come out of an oven. Despite its unbelievable hardness, though, it was silky to the touch.
"What's the matter, you ain't never seen an uncut one before? It's got extra skin for extra pleasure. Move the skin on it. Work that skin around." He took her arm and set her hand in motion.
She was shaking so hard she could hardly stand. She gazed at the boy's cock, her hand trembling as she slid his thick foreskin up and down, as she felt his massive cock contract under her grip. His huge round cockhead seemed to swell even larger, and a thick clear fluid started to ooze and drip from his wide open pisshole. Harold took her other hand and cupped it under his nuts. They were sweaty and hot, nearly bursting from their sac.
The balls of a boar and the cock of a donkey-that's what the boy had-and Brenda's hands were all over them.
Harold unbuttoned her blouse. His thick fingers were surprisingly nimble and skilled, as if they had unbuttoned thousands of blouses before. He pushed open her blouse roughly, exposing her ample tits. His rough fingers massaged her titflesh, tweaked her nipples.
Brenda almost fell over, and Harold caught her.
"Lady, you're shaking like a leaf. You want it bad, huh? The second I laid eyes on you I could tell you wanted it bad. Well, this is the luckiest day of your life. Nice tits. Big and firm and spongy."
He pinched her nipples and she moaned, seeing stars. He had to catch her again before she collapsed.
He supported her with one hand as easily as if she were a weightless manikin as he pulled her blouse off completely.
He said he could have sworn she'd been wearing a bra earlier. Then he embraced her, pressing his muscular chest to her tits and slipping a hand up under her skirt.
"Oh Christ, no panties either! Christ, if I'da known you were sitting up there all day behind your desk with nothing on under your skirt, hell, I'da been jerking off in my desk. Don't think I wouldn't of."
He rubbed her sopping-wet crotch, his thick middle finger sliding up and down between her swollen crotchlips and against her clit. Then he slipped it inside her and worked it in twisting circles.
Brenda went limp, her entire body saturated with pleasure. She was moaning, delirious. The boy could do whatever he wanted to with her and she'd be helpless to stop him-not that she wanted to stop him! She wanted him to keep playing with her like this forever. She'd never felt so completely relaxed and uninhibited.
"Oh Harold!" she moaned, her eyes glazed over, her lips and tongue returning his deep kisses. She rubbed her tits against his smooth chest, melting into him.
The pussy-juice was running out of her like paste, and Harold rubbed it up and down her legs. He took his hand out from under her skirt and lubricated his cock with her hot fuckjuices. Then he pulled her skirt down, kissing his way down her belly, nuzzling her blonde cunt-hair, smooching and kissing her velvet-smooth thighs.
She braced her hands on his shoulders, holding herself up as she rubbed her golden cunt bush on his face.
"Lick me, Harold, lick me!"
One hand on her ass to brace her, the boy fastened his mouth to her crotch and sucked, groaning as he tasted her sweet cuntflesh. His tongue slurped up and down between her swollen, gold-furred crotchlips. He sucked on her clit until she screamed softly, nearly losing her mind. Harold massaged his juice-slick cock as he twisted his tongue up her crotch-hole and licked her out.
"I'm gonna come!" Brenda gasped, but as the first flickers of orgasm rose up in her loins, Harold yanked his tongue out of her and refused to let her squeeze her legs together. "Oh please, Harold, oh please!"
"Not yet, teacher. We're just getting started." He held her by the hips until the rhythmic movements of her loins had stopped and the orgasmic twinges had settled back down in her turgid flesh.
"Here, step outa your skirt." He held her skirt against the floor as she stepped out of it, still in her shiny red high-heels. Then he bent low and kissed her insteps. "Sexy shoes. Leave 'em on."
He turned her around and spread her asscheeks. "Funny," he said before he plunged his face into the muskiness of her asscrack, "but I could of sworn you were wearing nylons today."
His tongue slobbered up and down her ass cleft, licking off the delicious juices of her ass meat, probing her asshole and entering it. Brenda moaned, her cunt and asshole contracting simultaneously as the boy tongue-fucked her shitter. She didn't know why that felt so good, but she could hardly stand it. She grabbed her swollen tits and rubbed them in circles. Before long she was on the verge of coming again, but Harold yanked his tongue out of her asshole immediately.
"What a mink!" he muttered, kissing her ass all over, then kissing his way down her legs to her high-heels.
Brenda shook like a woman-sized electric vibrator, every cell of her alive and tingling. The pussy-juice was frothing out of her cunt and sliding down the insides of her thighs. Harold caught some of the aromatic female lubricant and slapped it on his cock and balls. He rubbed more of it on his chest and abdomen. Some he even rubbed on his face. Then he stood up behind her, embracing her from behind as he rubbed his cock between her thighs and against her crotch.
Her excitement was painful. She could hardly bear the terrible fuck-itch that tortured her loins. She writhed in his arms as he massaged her tits and belly, as he fucked her between the legs, his big cock poking out several inches past her cunt so that when she looked down it appeared to her that she'd grown an enormously thick cock herself.
"Oh Harold! Oh Harold, please, this is too much! I'm dying! I'm going to scream!"
He bit her on the back of the neck and she did scream, a soft, whining scream. Goosebumps covered her back, flashed down her legs. Her pussy-juice ran like water out of her cunt, drenching Harold's cock.
"OK, bitch, it's about time we gave it to you." He lifted her up and laid her across her desk, turning her face-up, spreading her legs as he pulled her ass to the edge of the desk and moved between them.
She was so delirious with excitement that she could do nothing but moan and tremble, tossing her blonde head from side to side as her heart raced and her cunt pulsed. Pussyjuice dribbled from her cunt and slid like thick tears down the side of the wooden desk. Her red high heels waved in the air. Her crotchlips and tits felt like balloons about to burst.
Harold rubbed his cockhead up and down her cunt-furrow, pleasuring it in the frothy wetness. He pinched her nipples until she gasped an whined.
"Christ, you're hot!" he mumbled. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He pressed his cockhead between her crotch lips, forcing them farther apart as he started to work his cock up inside her. Her cunt was open and receptive, but her cuntlips had so swollen with excitement that Harold had to stretch them apart to gain entrance to her hot pussy chamber.
It was as if a fist were being forced up her crotch. As much as Brenda was dying to be penetrated, she couldn't help tensing up and fighting the entry of his arm-like cock.
"Please!" she gasped. "No, please!"
"Too big for ya?" Harold grinned with satisfaction. "Never had one that big, did ya!"
He gripped her at the waist, his hands almost encircling her, and he rotated his ass as he slowly fucked his cock in farther.
Brenda's mouth and eyes gaped. She was being murdered, impaled on a baseball bat. The pain made her cry out. Her high-heels fell off one at a time as her toes curled hard inside them and her legs flailed in the air.
"Oh Harold, God, please!" She writhed in pain. "You're killing me! Oh please!"
Her squirming excited the lusty youth even more. He ground his cock slowly inside her, making her feel every millimeter of it as it entered.
"Jesus, you're a tight bitch!"
She gasped as the hard end of his battering ram kissed her cherry and began stretching it, rupturing it. As the virgin membranes began to tear inside her, she screamed so loudly that Harold clapped his hand over her mouth.
"It can't be!" he said. "But it sure feels like it. I busted enough cherries to know what one feels like. Let's see if I'm right."
Keeping one hand clapped over her mouth and stifling her cries of pain, he gripped her slim waist with his other hand to brace her, then rammed the remaining six inches of his massive prick up her crotch with an explosive thrust.
Brenda could hear her cherry rupture, could hear it snap and tear, could feel the searing fire saturate her loins in a split second as she screamed bloody murder into Harold's huge paw. She saw a flash of white light in her skull, and all went dark for a few moments. When she regained consciousness, her body was writhing spontaneously, her back arched. She craned her head forward to see Harold's hairy groin pressed to her crotch, every millimeter of his arm-thick cock buried inside her. The sight of herself so impaled nearly caused her to faint again, but she didn't, because Harold started to move inside her, and her pain was suddenly mixed with a delicious fuck-itch, with a pleasure such as she had never before experienced.
Slowly, Harold uncovered her mouth, and she moaned with mixed pain and ecstasy. He leered down at her, sliding his huge prick nearly all the way out and enjoying the sight of her bloody pussyjuice dripping from it. Her cunt gave a suck, and he plunged his cock all the way back in, making Brenda arch up and writhe, her eyes rolling deliriously.
"Oh Harold, oh God, you're killing me!"
"But you love it, huh?"
"Yesss!" Brenda moaned. "Oh God, yesss!" She thrashed on the desktop, her blonde head tossing, her nude body writhing with each stroke of Harold's fuckrod. Bloody pussy-juice dribbled out of her and ran down the side of the desk. She listened with mounting excitement to the squishing, sucking sounds that Harold's cock made in her cunt.
"Man, you got some kind of wild cunt!"
Harold held her by the waist, jerking her on his cock as he thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew. His hairy nuts were drenched with the bloody slime from her cunt, and he was getting higher and higher on the dizzying female scent that rose in the air. He gritted his teeth, thrusting into her relentlessly, trying to get in as many screwing strokes as he could before he lost his hot load.
"I want it!" Brenda mumbled, out of her mind with lust and pleasure. "I want it, I need it! Oooh, fuck me, fuck me!"
Harold grabbed her tits, his thick fingers closing over her hard nipples and pinching them, stretching them. Brenda gasped wildly, panting like a woman in labor. The harder Harold pinched her nipples, the more her cunt tightened and the more intense was the sensation that filled her loins. Her legs waved this way and that, her toes wriggling. She shoved her feet in Harold's face, and he immediately started licking and biting and sucking them, slobbering all over her toes and nearly chewing them off.
"Ohhhh, Harold, I can't stand it! I can't!"
Brenda was on the verge of blacking out again, this time, not with pain, but with an excruciating ecstasy.
"Fuck me! Suck my toes! Pinch my nipples! Oh God yesss!"
Harold was thrusting like a wild bull, banging her so hard that the desk was inching its way across the floor and toward the blackboard. She gasped with each thrust as if the wind had been knocked out of her, but the pleasure that shot through her body made her only crave more, made her crave harder, deeper, faster thrusts. Her toes curled inside Harold's mouth, clawed at his tongue. Her nipples turned to hard rubber between his fingers. Her cunt nearly chewed off his plunging cock.
"Awwwww!" he groaned, the cum boiling in his nuts, his prick quivering as thrills streamed through it. "Awww yeahhh, awww fuck! You want it, baby, you want my jizz!"
"Yessssss!" Brenda hissed, every cell of her body quivering with hot tingles. "Give it to me! Fuck it in me!"
Their spasms began simultaneously, their eyes rolling back in glazed-over ecstasy, their fuck organs contracting as the first orgasmic sensations saturated their fuckmeat and made them cry out together in mutual pleasure. As Brenda's cunt squeezed, Harold's cock vibrated, contracted, and released a stream of scalding jism into the pit of her womb.
Brenda jerked as the hot spurts drilled her. Her body melted with ecstasy. Her first orgasmic spasm was passing away and the second began. Brenda quivered all over, her body wracked with sensation, her cunt sucking Harold's big spurting prick. More cum splashed into her. More cries of pleasure bounced off the walls of the classroom. Harold thrust wildly, bearing down on top of her, grinding his cock inside her, pinning her knees to her shoulders, ramming his tongue down her throat.
Brenda jerked, her loins humping to meet Harold's thrusts. The tips of her pink toes prickled with the same sensations as her nipples. Her bone-hard clit squirmed against Harold's sliding, pulsing cock, nearly splitting open with ecstasy. Her entire cuntal chamber undulated and vibrated as it sucked Harold's bucking, jizz-spurting prick. She had never felt such intense pleasure. Even her asshole was undulating inside, sucking a phantom finger, a phantom tongue, a phantom cock.
The waves of pleasure kept coming. The coupled fuckers grunted with each spasm, grinding against each other, melting together. They fucked and fucked and fucked until every twinge of fuck-sensation had been milked out of their loins. Then Harold pushed up out of her embrace and pulled out his cock.
His cock hung like a huge salami, dripping with blood-pink pussy ere am and cum. He staggered around a few seconds as if dazed, then spotted his cutoffs on the floor and stumbled his way into them.
"Whew!" he said, wiping the sweat off his face. "Nice action. Now I won't have to warm up for my workout." He moved toward the door.
Before he let himself out, he glanced back, taking in the sight of his nude teacher sprawled out on her desktop, her legs hanging limply off the edge, her blonde cunt half-open and oozing cum. The edge of her desk was slimy with a waterfall of bloody pussyjuice.
He shook his head. "Christ, if I'da known you were a virgin I'd of got you before lunch. I'd of never been able to wait till after school. Nice crotch you got there, lady-now that it's been broke in. A regular vacuum cleaner you've got there, Teacher."
He chuckled to himself as he let himself out of the room and closed the door behind him.
CHAPTER SIX
That evening, despite the fact that she was walking funny-as if she'd gone horseback riding for the first time in her life today and now was sore all over-Brenda couldn't get the notion out of her mind that she had to fuck again tonight or lose her mind. Her aching, torn cunt throbbed incessantly, maddeningly, still sensing the rhythmic thrusts of Harold's huge veiny prick up its dark chamber, hungry for more hard thrusts, for more fucking. She'd jerked off a half-dozen times since arriving home after school, her fingers sliding in Harold's sticky fuckjuice, but masturbation did nothing to truly satisfy her now. She needed a hard cock again, but how was she going to get one?
She wandered around her apartment, sighing with frustration, tempted to masturbate again, but not allowing herself to. She looked up Harold's name in her grade book, grinding her teeth with further frustration when she couldn't find a Harold Schwarzeneger, or anything similar. Finally, she found a Harold Smith, and decided this must be the right Harold since this was the only Harold listed. Her loins fluttered with itchy twinges at the thought of the youth. She wanted him badly. She made a note of his phone number and went to the phone.
She dialed three times, each time hanging up before anybody answered. At last, on the fourth attempt, she allowed the phone to be answered. An irritated woman's voice snapped, "Who is this," and Brenda quickly hung up. She wasn't about to tell Harold's mother that this was Harold's summer school teacher, and would she please put Harold on the phone quick because she-Brenda-was dying for his big sweaty cock.
There was only one person left to call, and after pacing nervously around her apartment a few minutes, Brenda looked up Mr. Wilson's number and placed the call.
"As usual, he's back at school, finishing up some work," Mrs. Wilson said without bothering to ask Brenda who she was. "That man! I gave up years ago trying to keep him home evenings. But I don't know what Jefferson High would do without him. When he retires, they'll have to hire six principals to take over his work. He's absolutely tireless. He'd work all night if he could get along without sleep." She laughed. "Oh me, going on and on like this! May I take a message, my dear? If it's an emergency, I'll give you his number at the school, although he gets quite upset if he's called except for the most dire emergency."
Brenda thanked Mr. Wilson's wife, assuring her that this wasn't an emergency, and saying she'd call him at school during regular hours. She never did tell Mrs. Wilson who she was.
A few minutes later, Brenda was out the door and heading for school. She was dressed in the same dress and blouse as she'd worn all day, completely naked underneath them, and on her feet she wore a pair of comfortable canvas loafers, which made no sound on the pavement as she walked. School was only six blocks away, and a shortcut through the park made it even closer. The sun had just set, and a gold glow lit the sky above the treetops as she walked across the park lawns, past a small lake where small boys were fishing, and through the trees to exit on the other side of the park.
The school parking lot had only one car in it, evidently the late-working principal's. After testing the front doors of the school and finding them locked, Brenda let herself in with her keys. She was weak with nervousness, unable to think of a thing to say to Mr. Wilson when she encountered him, but too horny to care. All she wanted was to be laid.
She found the administrative offices unlocked and unoccupied. Even Mr. Wilson's private office was empty. She felt like an illegal prowler as she walked the deserted corridors of the high school in search of Mr. Wilson. He had to be here somewhere. She needed him. At least, she needed his hot cock. The longer she prowled the silent halls of the school, going from one floor to the other and checking the classrooms, the more nervous and horny she became. When she checked her own classroom, which was lit now in twilight from outside, she shoved her hand up under her skirt and fingerfucked herself to a near orgasm, envisioning the scene that had taken place on her desk this afternoon. Before she came, she forced herself to leave the room. She had to find Mr. Wilson. She had to get fucked, and she knew he'd do it for her.
As she passed the gymnasium, she saw light coming through the door cracks. Carefully, she tried the doors, but found them locked. She heard movement behind the doors and was sure it was Mr. Wilson. After a few minutes of exploring, she found a side door of the gym open, and she silently entered, standing in the shadows between two sets of bleachers and looking out onto the gym floor. One look, and she didn't dare take a step further into the light. Mr. Wilson was out there, all right, but he had company.
The paunchy principal was parading naked on an exercise mat, his stiff middle-aged cock wagging like a tail, his flabby buttocks jiggling. He was counting out repetitions of an exercise for three giggling teenage girls, who lay on their backs before him, hands clasped behind their heads, legs vertical and toes pointed, bodies stark-naked. As the girls spread their legs as wide as they could, Mr. Wilson counted, staring down at their wet, wide-open pussies before they clapped their legs back up and together.
"Gorgeous, my dears, simply gorgeous!" the panting principal crooned as he watched the girls' smooth young legs spread for him again and again, and their furry teen pussylips open and shut. "As usual, all of you are wonderfully wet this evening. My, and what a wonderful aroma you exude!"
He breathed deeply and loudly, holding his breath several seconds before exhaling.
The girls laughed, calling him Willy and telling him he had a nice hard-on going.
"I might be getting on in years, my dears, but I can match your fuzzy-cheeked boyfriends any day where it counts. I have the stamina of a twenty-year old, but with forty years more experience in pleasing young ladies."
The girls shrieked with giggles, and Mr. Wilson got down on his hands and knees. Then he applied his experienced tongue to their dripping teen pussies as they spread their legs wide for him and kept them spread. His hard prick twitched as he sucked and slurped and moaned, sucking out the sweet girljuices. His face had flushed beet-red, and the sexual flush spread like a pink stain down the rest of his flabby body. He lifted his face, wheezing from his excitement and exertion.
"My dears, I could literally eat you all up! Oh, you are all so delicious! I can't tell you how good you taste! Now please get up on your hands and knees for your next exercise."
The three girls did as he asked, sucking in their bellies and turning up their asses at him. Their tits hung like six milk-swollen udders. They rotated their asses slowly, showing the horny principal their furry, spongy-lipped teen pussies from behind, showing him their sexy round asscheeks and the long cleft between the cheeks. They watched him over their shoulders as he moved from one to the other, sniffing, inspecting, drooling.
"Very good," Mr. Wilson said. "Excellent wiggling action. Very good for the hips and waistline. My, and look at all this juice!"
He stroked the inner thighs of the girls with his fingertips, smearing the clear warm juices that were trickling down their smooth flesh. In their sexual heat, all three girls were leaking profusely.
As the three girls continued to wiggle their asses, enticing the goatish principal, Mr. Wilson started licking them, his tongue slithering up and down their pussy-clefts and asscracks. He moaned and growled as he devoured their sweet sexual moisture, his tongue darting deep into the delicious clefts of their young bodies. His prick quivered, long and red and pointed, like an arrow ready to penetrate its target. He reared up suddenly, his chin dripping with pussygoo, and he moved up behind the center girl, mounting her from behind, sliding his pointed cock up her steaming teen pussy.
"Ooooh Willy!" the girl cooed. "Fuck me! Bang me!"
Mr. Wilson wheezed with excitement and exertion as he gripped the squirming girl at the waist and plunged his stiff cock in and out of her. He fucked with amazing quickness and agility for a man of his age and physical shape, making it evident to Brenda that humping girls was the only exercise he regularly practiced.
"Oh my, you delicious soft little thing! What a tight, fluffy, juicy pussy! What a delightful little ass!"
Mr. Wilson spread the asscheeks of the panting young girl and forced his middle finger up her asshole. The girl gasped as he screwed her cunt with his cock and her asshole with his finger. After working on her like this for a minute or so, he pulled both his cock and his finger out of her and rammed his cock between her asscheeks.
"Open up, darling!" he said, grinding his wet cock at her asspucker. "Let me in, dear!"
The girl's asshole dilated, and Mr. Wilson's slippery cock disappeared inside it to the hilt. "Ohhhhh yesssss!"
The girl was panting wildly. "Bugger me, Willy! Oh you big horny dirty old man, fuck my shithole!"
She reached for her crotch and started to jerk herself off as Mr. Wilson began ramming his stiff cock in and out of her asshole.
"Marvelous!" Mr. Wilson moaned. "Simply marvelous!" His tits and flabby ass jiggled as he pounded his loins into the girl's wiggling butt and plunged his hot prick in her asshole.
The girl arched up suddenly, throwing herself into Mr. Wilson's arms, letting him squeeze her tits and chew on her neck as he ass-fucked her. She continued to masturbate, muttering with excitement, her eyes glazed with lust, her body flushed and quivering. Her hand jerked wildly between her legs. Mr. Wilson's cock plunged in her asshole.
"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Ohhh yessss I'm coming!" She shuddered in the principal's arms as the spasms overcame her and she whined with ecstasy. "Ooooh Willy, fuck meeeee!"
Mr. Wilson rammed her asshole and massaged her tits until she'd stopped jerking with spasms. Then he let her go, and she collapsed forward onto the exercise mat like a wilting flower. His cock slipped out of her asshole.
He sat back on his heels, wiping the sweat off his face and trying to catch his breath as the two other girls wiggled their asses at him and begged him to fuck them. After a minute of rest, he'd regained his wind enough to allow him to mount the second girl and do stud duty to her. He didn't bother to work up a froth in the girl's pussy before buggering her. He shoved his wet cock straight up her asshole.
The girl squirmed as if with both pain and pleasure. Her eyes bugged out as Mr. Wilson's hard cock rammed her shit hole. His hands went down around her tits, and she whimpered as he pinched and stretched her nipples. She didn't bother to mastubate her pussy as the man assfucked her. She seemed content to experience whatever pleasure Mr. Wilson's cock could give her asshole. To Brenda's surprise, this girl came in what seemed like only seconds. She arched her back and churned her asshole around and around on Mr. Wilson's stiff, sliding cock, gibbering about how good it felt. Mr. Wilson fucked her till she'd slipped off his cock and lay moaning on the mat next to the first girl.
The third girl begged for it from the front, so Mr. Wilson laid her on her back and settled down on top of her. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth as he slipped his cock up her hungry teen pussy. The fat principal nearly smothered her lithe teen body under his bulk, and little more than her smooth legs and arms could be seen as he bore down on her, his ever-horny loins humping between her legs, his stiff prick reaming out her itching, sucking pussyhole.
The girl's toes worked rhythmically, in time to the principal's rapid thrusts. Her fingernails left red claw marks on his hairy back. He grunted like a bull, like a boar, letting loose all his pent-up sexual energy and driving both himself and the teenager toward climax.
Brenda hid in the shadows between the bleachers, rapidly fingerfucking herself. The pasty juice ran down her inner thighs. She imagined Mr. Wilson's stiff prick in her own cunt, stabbing and rubbing all the pleasure-spots. She imagined herself to be the teenager girl buried under Mr. Wilson's bulk, experiencing the delicious pleasure of fucking.
There was the sound of the girl struggling, whimpering. Her toes clawed at the balls of her feet. She shudderd so violently that the vibrations shook her arms and legs visibly. Mr. Wilson rammed down into her spasming young body, and suddenly he was jerking as if being scourged with a bullwhip. As he poured his scalding load up her volcanic pussy, he lifted his mouth from hers and groaned like a bull. The girl's high-pitched voice joined with his in whining out her pleasure.
Brenda imagined she could hear the spitting, splashing spurts of hot cum in the juicy depths of the girl's crotch-hole. Her fingers made a juicy squishing noise in her own molten cunt as her excitement and tension reached a climax and she melted into orgasmic ecstasy. She braced herself against the bleachers and crossed her legs, squeezing them together rhythmically as she finger fucked herself through her spasms. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation, biting her lips to keep herself quiet.
When Brenda had finally recovered from her orgasmic trance, when her mind had cleared, she looked out on the floor to see Mr. Wilson lying flat on his back as the three naked girls climbed all over him. They were giggling, rubbing their smooth bodies all over him, rubbing their tits and pussies in his face.
"Come on, Willy, get it up!" they kept saying, and they used fingers and toes, lips and tongues to stimulate his softened cock. One of the girls sat on his face and fed her his pussy and asshole.
"We want it hard again, Willy," she crooned.
"Pee, darling," the principal mumbled. "Let me drink it."
The girl sitting on his face squealed with giggles. A few seconds later Mr. Wilson was choking on her piss.
"Drink my pee, Willy," the girl said, rubbing her pissing crotch in the principal's face. "Drink it all."
Mr. Wilson stopped choking and started swallowing, guzzling down the girl-piss as it were lemonade. When he'd sucked all he could get out of the girl, he begged the other girls for their piss. A second girl-crotch settled into his mouth, and soon he was glugging down girl-piss again. Finally, the third girl sat on his face, and he guzzled. As he sucked out the last sweet drops of teen pee, his cock finished stiffening and stood straight up in the air, twitching with need.
The three cock-hungry girls went to work on it immediately, fighting for it like three dogs over a bone. Their fingers and tongue and lips and noses rubbed all over it. Their saliva dribbled down it like honey. They sucked his balls, licked his crotch, massaged his lower abdomen as they worked on this cock, sucking it, licking it, masturbating it. Mr. Wilson lay with his hands clasped behind his head, moaning appreciatively as he watched them. The flexing of his hairy toes was further evidence of his pleasure.
"Squirt!" the girls urged. "Shoot your cream! Feed us!" Their talented fingers and tongues, their seductive cooing, the imploring expressions they gave him, teased the cum out of the principal in no tome. They squealed with mutual delight as his vertical cock quivered, bucked, and shot gobs of hot jism straight up in the air. As the sticky cum ran down over his cock and balls, as it splashed in their faces, they licked it up hungrily, like three cream-hungry kittens, their deft fingers teasing out every last drop.
The three girls were still exclaiming over Mr. Wilson's profuse load, were still smacking their lips as they ate it, when Brenda slipped out of the gym as quietly as she'd entered. It was hopeless to expect Mr. Wilson to satisfy her now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The moon lit the park brightly as she made her way home down one of its many wooded paths. She didn't want to go home in the condition she was in. She knew that all she'd do would be to pace the floor and fingerfuck her pussy. She'd surely not get any sleep. She was hornier now than when she'd left the apartment for school. She didn't want to go home, but where else could she go? Now she knew what female animals felt like when they went into heat. She was in heat herself, in real heat for the first time in her life-and it was agonizing.
Despite the moonlight, she wandered through clearings in the shrubbery without quite knowing if she was on a path or not, and not sure she was headed in the right direction. She was walking blindly ahead when she realized she was about to collide with the rear fender of a car. She was about to enter a parking lot or a clearing of some kind. She paused to get her bearings, and as she paused she heard voices. The tones of the voices made her cautious, so she peered into the clearing before she showed herself.
Two cars were parked in the clearing, one near to her, one parked near the trees on the other side. The car nearest her was a convertible, and in the front seat were two teenagers. The girl, whose face she could see, she recognized as one of her students. She could only see the back of the boy's head. The girl was sitting in the boy's lap, facing him, her arms around his neck, her head tossing as she bounced up and down in his lap.
"Oh Tommy! Oh it's so hard, so big!"
The girl was naked, and her tits flapped as she rode up and down, impaled on the youth's rigid cock. Her eyes were half-closed, her face contorted with pleasure.
"Ride it, you mink! Aw fuck, you're so smooth and slippery!" The boy slid his hands up and down the girl's back and ass. He buried his face between her spongy tits, kissing, moaning, sucking.
The hot juice flowed down Brenda's legs. She slipped a hand up under her dress and massaged her throbbing pussy. Her masturbation was automatic, almost unconscious. Her hand moved like the hand of a robot, her fingers probing the slick hot meat between her swollen cuntlips.
The night air was humid, carrying the scent of hot teen pussy. The grunts and sighs of the coupled teenagers, the lubricious noises coming from the girl's cock-stuffed cunt, increased the excitement of both Brenda and the copulating young couple.
"Oh Tommy, oh Tommy, oh Tommy, I'm coming!" The girl fucked up and down, her eyes rolling, her head tossing. She rubbed her naked body in the boy's face, against his bare chest, her ass bouncing against his turgid balls as her pussyhole chewed up his cock.
"Ooooooh Tommy!"
"Caaaandy!" the boy moaned. "Oh Candy, fuck, ahhhhh!" His head jerked as he grunted, firing jism straight up the girl's crotch. He crushed her in his arms, humping upward into her, grinding his pulsating cock in her squeezing, sucking cunt. With each explosion of his cum, he groaned with ecstasy.
The coupled teenagers moved rhythmically against each other, working their spasming fuck-orgasms together until all the pulsations of pleasure had ceased and until every drop of cum had oozed from the boy's pisshole. Then they both started giggling. The girl pulled up off the boy's cock and started dressing. The boy reached down and pulled on shorts.
"Now will you buy me that banana split?" the girl said.
"You'll get fat," the boy said.
"Just my tits will. All the fat goes to my tits. You like big tits, don't you?"
"I'll buy you two banana splits. How's that?" The boy started the car.
"I don't think I can eat two-unless there's fresh cream on the second one. Will you squirt some fresh cream on it?"
"Only if you'll milk the cow." He leaned over and they kissed, a long kiss with lots of tongue-action.
The girl squealed with giddiness as the car pulled out of the clearing and was gone.
Brenda was panting. Her hand was drenched with pussycream. She pulled it out from under her skirt, without having brought herself off. The couple had climaxed too fast for her to bring herself off with them. Staying in the bushes, she made her way around the clearing until she was standing next to the car on the other side. Through the open window, she could make out the shapes of two heads, but she couldn't see the faces of the occupants.
"Come on, please! I'm gonna fucking explode!"
"No! And that's that! All you want to do ever is have sex! Don't you think about anything else?"
"I think about a lot of other things. Come on, just a quick one! Please!" The boy sounded pathetically pleading.
"You're hopeless! I told you, once a week! You have five more days to wait."
"I'll die in five days."
"Too bad! If you want me for a girlfriend, you'll just have to wait. I'm not a slut, like most of the girls in this town are."
"Mary, please!" He sounded ready to cry.
"Get your hands off me, you animal!"
"Can't we at least make out a little? Kiss some?"
"No, we can not make out a little. I know exactly where that leads. You'll do it in your pants, the way you did last night, you disgusting thing! Ugh, the thought of it squirting in your underwear makes me want to vomit!"
There was the sound of a scuffle.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" the girl screeched. "And get out of my father's car! Get out, I said! Now!"
"Mary, I'm sorry!"
"You're always sorry! Get out, or I'll scream for the police, you rapist!"
The door on the rider's side opened and the boy slid out. Immediately, the girl started the engine, spinning the tires on the dewy grass as she backed up, then spinning them some more as she drove out of the clearing. The sound of the car radio came on as the car disappeared into the night.
The boy pulled off his shirt, then kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants. He stepped out of the pants, his erect cock in his hand as he stroked it in the moonlight. His free hand cupped his balls, massaging them. He stared in the direction of the vanished car. He moaned softly as he humped his cock in his sliding fist, muttering to himself hotly.
Brenda watched the shameless display of masturbation for only a few seconds before she could control herself no longer. She and the boy needed each other. Their fuck-organs craved coupling like two magnets. Without a moment's hesitation, she stepped out of the bushes, her hand up under her dress and working between her legs.
The boy gawked at her as if she were a ghost. His hand stopped moving on his cock, and he froze where he stood, watching her move toward him, her eyes on his eyes, her hand relentlessly masturbating.
"You can fuck me," she said softly, her voice quavering. She took hold of his cock, testing its hardness and heat, milking it.
The boy groaned and almost fell over.
"Jesus Christ, are you for real?" His hand slipped under her skirt, pulling her hand away from her crotch as he groped the spongy, hairy wetness, then slipped a finger up her cunt. "Oh, Jesus, you're for real!"
They kissed, their tongues sliding into each other's mouth, their warm spit leaking down each other's throat. Brenda's hand massaged the length of the youth's thick cock. The boy's thick middle finger pumped in and out of her pussy, probing the spongy wet folds of her pussy walls. They gazed into each other's eyes, mad with lust for each other.
The boy slipped his finger out of her. Throwing her skirt up, he squatted slightly, embracing her as he pushed his rigid cock up between her legs. His cock parted her throbbing cuntlips and slipped up her crotch as easily as his finger had. He moaned as he buried every millimeter of his excited fucker into her hot pussy.
Brenda was gasping, moaning, squirming in his arms. She unbuttoned her blouse as the boy nibbled her neck, then she took one of his hands and pushed it against her bare tits. As he pinched and rubbed her nipples, as he massaged her tits, her cunt chewed and sucked his completely buried cock. She slipped out of her shoes, rubbing her toes sensuously in the wet grass.
The boy's free hand cupped her ass, his middle finger sliding up and down her asscrack. He probed her asspucker and plunged his finger up her asshole, anchoring the finger securely as he began to work his cock up and down in her cunt. As he humped, his legs in a partial squat, Brenda raised up and down on her toes, working her body up and down on his cock. Her blouse was wide-open, and her tits rubbed against his hard bare chest.
He was a cute, puppyish-looking boy with hair that fell in his eyes, but his cock was man sized, not as large as Harold's cock, but certainly thicker and longer than Mr. Wilson's. His body was burning as if with fever, his flesh moist with sweat. As Brenda fucked him, reveling in the sensations his big cock rubbed into her cunt, she was glad Mr. Wilson hadn't been available. The boy's body was certainly more exciting to her than Mr. Wilson's, and he smelled naturally appealing, unperfumed. As they kissed and fucked and rubbed against each other, Brenda suddenly recognized the boy as one of her students, and at that moment the boy apparently recognized her too, because his eyes became very large.
"Jesus Christ!" he mumbled. Then he gritted his teeth and began grinding harder against her, ramming his cock up her crotch harder and deeper. His finger churned in her asshole. "Aw fuck, I don't believe it!"
Brenda clung to him, letting him ram her, gasping and moaning with each fucking thrust, every cell of her body quivering with pleasure. Her hot pussy-juices ran out of her reamed fuckhole, drenching the youth's swollen nuts. His cock made obscene noises in her cunt. Just as Brenda was nearing her climax, the boy paused.
He was panting hard, sweat running down his skin. "Man, this is fucking! Shit! Mary won't let me hump her even half this hard. You like it hard, don't you?"
"Yes!" Brenda whispered, grinding her tits against his chest, grinding her cunt on his prick. "Do it some more."
"I'll do it some more. I'll do it all night if you want me to."
"I want you to."
"Fuck, I don't believe it!" His prick throbbed wildly inside her. "Let me pull it out and try it another way."
He slipped his cock out, then bent her over and hiked up her skirt, baring her upturned ass. She braced her hands on her knees as he entered her from behind, gripping her hips as his belly met her ass and his cock slid all the way up into her. They both sighed with fuck-pleasure.
"Oh, shit, Mary won't never let me do it like this! Mmmm, feels good! It's in so fucking deep this way! And your ass is so fucking sexy!" He hugged her around the loins, rubbing his crotch against her asscheeks, churning his pulsating prick inside her.
Brenda was in heaven. The fuck-itch saturated her loins. The pulsations of hot feeling came rhythmically, making her loins swell with ecstasy, making her tits balloon and her nipples turn splitting-hard. She rotated her silky asscheeks against the youth's hard belly, contracted her cunt rhythmically around his grinding prick.
"Oh teacher!" the boy moaned. "You're the best! Oh, man, this is great!"
His fingers clutched her hips as he began to pump his cock in and out. His belly sounded like a clapping hand as it smacked her ass again and again. His big prick plunged in and out, sending itchy thrills through every fluffy fold and crevice of Brenda's cunt-hole.
"Fuck me!" Brenda gasped. "Ram me! Oh God, do it!"
She was delirious, her flesh consumed with a sexual fever. Her toes clawed into the grass, into the soft soil. She listened to the crickets, to the panting youth, to the smacking of his balls against her ass, to the wet, flesh-slapping sounds coming from her well-fucked cunt. The cool night air licked her hot nipples. The moonlight made this all seem like a dream, and she wasn't sure this wasn't all a dream-but she prayed that it wasn't. She needed this to be real.
"Like it?" the boy panted. "You like it hard?"
"Yes!" Brenda whispered pantingly. "Oh yes, yes!"
"Me too," the boy said. "I just like to haul off and fuck!"
He laughed as his hands tightened around her hips and he gave her a dozen thrusts so hard and fast that Brenda thought all her internal organs were being shaken loose, His long cock knifed up into her womb, penetrating her so hard and deep that she gasped with each thrust.
The boy yanked his cock out of her, panting like a sprinter. "Fuck, I almost lost it!"
Despite her begging, he didn't plug his cock back in until it had cooled off and calmed down. Then he dipped his cock in her only for a moment before yanking it back out again, frosted its entire length with her slick fuckcream.
"Can I have your asshole, teacher?"
Before Brenda could say anything, the boy was grinding his cockhead between her asscheeks, against her asspucker.
"You've got the sexiest ass-I've just gotta fuck it. Mary won't never let me fuck her up the asshole, but you will, won't you?"
If Brenda hadn't seen the girls in the gym take Mr. Wilson's cock up their assholes, she'd have panicked, maybe even resisted. But the girls in the gym had squirmed with apparent ecstasy as they were buggered, and Brenda needed to know what a cock up her asshole was like. As the boy's huge prickhead forced open her asspucker and slipped inside, she regretted her decision to let the boy go ahead. It felt as if her asspucker were splitting in a thousand places. She half-screamed, writhing in pain. The boy growled, ramming his cock in to the hilt.
Brenda blacked out. For just a few seconds, she saw nothing, felt nothing. As her senses returned of her, she was aware of a terrible tightness in her loins-the same kind of tightness she'd experienced when Harold had entered her. She panted quickly, like a woman in labor, as the boy leaned over her, licking her neck, hugging her loins, letting his cock throb motionless in her asshole.
"Feel good?" he growled. "You're so nice and tight! I almost came going in. Jesus, what a feeling!"
He continued to nuzzle her behind the ears and nibble her neck as he let his cock calm down inside her. His hands went to her tits and he squeezed them, jiggled them, milked her nipples between his fingers.
Brenda moaned, her body covered with goose bumps from the boy's hot nuzzling and nibbling. She shoved a hand up between her legs and started to masturbate. The combination of the boy's prick up her ass, his hands on her tits, and her own fingers up her crotch, sent delicious fuck-sensations pulsing through her body and she started to rotate her ass, wanting to screw her.
The boy straightened up behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist under her hiked-up skirt. Her tits hung out of her blouse, dangling in the moonlight like creamy melons. As he began to fuck, his hands slipped off her waist and roved over her gorgeous ass. His big prick slipped in and out, its veins rippling against her stretched-open asspucker, which resembled thinly stretched lips. Her shithole was an inferno inside, and he groaned with pleasure as he plunged into it again and again.
Brenda had one hand braced on her knee as she bent forward, slightly squatting, and her other plunging between her legs. Her pussycream frothed around her sliding fingers. The combination of his big prick massaging the depths of her asshole and her own fingers rubbing pleasure into her cunt had her on the brink of orgasm very shortly.
"I'm ready to come," she moaned.
"Not yet," the boy panted. "Hold it just a little while so I can come with you. I wanna shoot my jizz up your asshole while you're coming!"
"Do it quick!" Brenda said. "Do it as quick as you can!"
The boy growled like a dog, increasing the tempo of his thrusting, pistoning his horny prick in Brenda's tight, slick through his teen cock as he buried it up his teacher's asshole again and again. His swollen balls smacked against her furry crotchlips, against Brenda's hand as she jerked off, her fingers sliding in the greasy meat of her crotch-hole. With each screwing thrust, the boy's cock swelled, hardened and vibrated. Brenda's loins were ready to burst from the fuck-tension.
"I can't hold it!" she whimpered, the tips of her toes tingling as her orgasm began. The waves of orgasmic ecstasy swept through her loins, through her cunt and asshole, and she became a seething, undulating mass of flesh inside. "Ohhhh, God!"
"Ahhhh!" the boy groaned. "Awwww fuck!"
His pistoning cock flexed and quivered and jumped inside her. His sizzling teen spunk shot up her asshole like liquid fire. He crushed his belly to her ass as he churned his jizz-spitting prick inside her, creaming her writhing guts.
"Ohhhh, yesssss, yessss!" Brenda moaned, seeing stars, the fuck-itch driving her crazy. She wiggled her ass, gibbering with excitement as the boy's firm cock jumped and spurted inside her. Her fingers plunged in her contracting, juice-frothing crotch. Her hot toes curled in the wet grass, in the cool soil.
"Mmmm, I love your ass, I love your ass!" the boy mumbled, grinding his heaving, rock-hard belly against her wiggling butt, sliding and screwing his teen cock inside her asshole. As his cum-flow slowed to a trickle, then to a slow oozing, he pumped his cock in and out slowly and rhythmically, milking it dry in her asshole.
Brenda sighed, enjoying every delicious thrust and wiggle of his pulsing prick. When he finally pulled it out, she groaned with disappointment. She wanted more of that hard teen cock of his-and she was going to get it!
CHAPTER EIGHT
She lay on her bed behind the locked door of her bedroom, a pillow under her head, her naked body stretched out and quivering. Sandy Warner, the boy she'd picked up in the park, was straddling her neck, his smooth ass resting on her tits, his big cock throbbing in her face.
"You like cock, don't you, Teacher! You like to sniff and lick a big sweaty prick that's been up your cunt and up your asshole." He smirked down at her, rubbing his hot prickflesh against her cheeks, against her nose and lips. "Kiss it!"
Brenda kissed his cock just below his cockhead, and it glued to her lips like a magnet. The boy's brown eyes turned back under his thick brown forelock.
"Aw yeahhhh!" He let her kiss and lick his cock up and down, then raised up and settled his hairy balls in her face. "Lick the sweat off 'em."
She was licking hungrily even before he'd got the words out. As she slobbered over his balls, he reached back to play with her tits. His fingers were rough, like sandpaper on her nipples, and she squirmed, gasping.
He rubbed his big, sweaty, cum-filled balls all over her face, then settled his ass over her nose and lips. She licked spontaneously, without being told to. She smothered in the muskiness of his steaming ass-cleft. Her tongue slipped up his asshole. He groaned, jerking himself off.
"Oh Christ, I ain't never felt nothing like that! Mary wouldn't do something like that for a zillion dollars. Oh man, shove that tongue up there! Fuck, that feels good!"
Brenda drilled her tongue in and out of her asshole, surprised at how good it tasted. Thrills flowed through her probing tongue, and her cunt pulsated to the rhythm of her asshole fucking. She moaned, twisting her head, trying to drive her tongue in deeper, trying to get her nose up the boy's asshole along with her tongue. "Aw fuck!"
The boy jerked up off her face, panting furiously, his cock gripped tightly by the base of his cockshaft. He held his breath as his cock quivered and jerked, sending hot, watery droplets down on Brenda's face. When she started to lick his balls, he pushed her away.
"Lay off, for christsake, unless you want a faceful of jizz!"
Brenda wouldn't have minded a faceful of hot cum, but she realized they were just getting started, and she didn't want the boy to lose his load so quickly.
Sandy released his cock, letting it throb in Brenda's face.
"Whew! That was a close one!"
He changed his position over her, going to his hands and knees and shoving his head down between her legs as he rubbed his cock and balls on her nose and lips. His mouth lowered to her crotch, and he began to eat, growling with satisfaction as he tasted her succulent female fuckmeat.
Brenda arched up, moaning deliriously as she rubbed her juicy blonde cunt in the youth's mouth. "Eat me, darling! Oh yes! Oh God yes!"
The boy's tongue licked between her swollen pussylips, slithered up and down her long pussy cleft, flicked repeatedly over her clit, slipped up her clutching, undulating cunt-hole. As he sucked out her tart female juices, as he licked out the candy-like folds of her crotch-hole, he smeared slick juices into her asscrack and slipped a finger up her ass. His finger twisted and probed in her asshole and his tongue fucked in and out of her cunt. He growled like a hungry wolf, unable to get enough of the taste of her delicious meat.
Brenda saw stars. She squirmed madly, lapping at the boy's sweaty cock and balls as she fucked her cunt on his tongue and her asshole on his sliding finger.
"Eat my pussy! Fuck my asshole! Oh God that's good! That's so good!"
Her toes worked sensuously as pleasure streamed through her body. She pinched her nipples, squeezed her swollen tits, her entire body tingling with fuck-itch and heat.
"Suck me!" the boy growled. "Eat my cock!"
He waited for Brenda to bend his steel-hard cock into position and get her mouth around his enormous cockhead before he plunged his tongue back up her throbbing cunt. As he settled his face between her legs, he forced his cock deeper in her mouth, grinding his lube-oozing fuckknob against her tonsils and gagging her. His cock slipped past her tonsils and own into her throat, his long fuck-snake choking her. She gulped for air as he eased his cock out, then sank it back in.
Brenda could hardly gulp enough air between his thrusts to keep from blacking out for lack of oxygen. She kept gagging as he sank his veiny prick down her gullet, but despite her discomfort, she writhed with lust and sensation. After a short time, her gagging and discomfort became a sort of pleasure, and she craved getting her throat stuffed again and again. Her throat relaxed, and the youth's prick plunged in and out easily, her lips a tight ring around his veiny fuckshaft, her tongue flapping and churning against its sensitive underbelly.
"Awww yeahhh, eat it, suck it! Awwww man!"
The boy wiggled his ass, screwing his cock in and out of Brenda's throat, feeding her his hot lube, pleasuring his prickhead in the depths of her soft gullet. As he fed her his turgid fuckmeat, he devoured her wildly pulsating crotch, sucking up her sweet juices as he tonguefucked her pussy, as he finger-fucked her asshole.
Brenda reached up so she could caress and squeeze the boy's hairy teen nuts. With her other hand, she stroked his sweaty asscrack. His hot asspucker kissed her finger, and she couldn't resist screwing her finger into the tight orifice and up into the youth's steaming-hot asshole. He groaned loudly as she began to fingerfuck him.
The couple writhed, moaning in unison as they sixty-nined and fingerfucked each other. As Brenda sucked the boy's cock, it pulsed in her throat to the same ryhthm that her cunt was throbbing around his sliding tongue, and Brenda had the weird feeling that she had grown a cock and was sucking off herself. Her asshole clutched around the boy's sliding finger to the same rhythm his asshole clutched around her finger. Their toes worked in unison. Their naked bodies undulated against each other. They were teacher and student, locked together in lust and mutual ecstasy.
Brenda's loins were ready to explode with tension and heat. Her asshole and cunt were on the verge of melting. She sucked the boy's prick vigorously, hungry for his cum, trying to bring him off before she exploded and melted into a rubbery mass of wilted flesh under him. Her finger pistoned in his hairy, hard-sucking asshole. A walnut of spongy flesh swelled against her buggering finger, and she stabbed at it mercilessly.
The boy grunted like a bull, his entire body quivering, his cock turning to stone in her throat. He collapsed on her with all his weight and poured his spunk into her gullet. As Brenda's throat filled with his thick fuck-fluid, the tingling tension in every cell of her body burst like a zillion microscopic bubbles, and her body was consumed with heat and fuck-itch and throbbing ecstasy. Her cunt clutched, trying to suck the boy's head up it.
They whined like a pair of mating cats, each feeding the other his or her fuckmeat and juices, each writhing, each gasping and choking. The bed creaked and groaned under their undulating bodies. The air filled with the smell of their steaming flesh, of their sweaty fuck-organs, of their male and female fuck juices. Brenda swallowed repeatedly, glugging down the creamy spurts of teen spunk, her lips and mouth working around his hard-pulsing cock, her stiff finger plunging in and out of his contracting asshole. The boy's tongue twisted and slithered no in her burning crotch. His finger screwed in her ecstatic shitter. He guzzled down her sweet, spit-like pussy-juice, groaning as he devoured her and fed her himself.
They kept eating and sucking until every twinge of pleasure had been milked from their fuck-organs. Then they licked and sucked each other clean. The boy went limp on top of her, his nose nestled between her cuntlips, his prick buried in her mouth. They lay that way a long time, and Brenda was on the verge of falling asleep, completely satisfied and blissful, when the ringing of the telephone made her heart jump into her throat.
The boy just groaned, lying on her like a sack of potatoes, and Brenda reached for the phone without trying to struggle out from under him. She just managed to get his soft cock out of her mouth as she put the receiver to her ear.
"Brenda, where have you been? We tried to call earlier, but there was no answer. Are you all right, dear?"
Brenda laughed nervously. "Of course I'm all right, Mother. I was at school late."
The boy moved on top of Brenda, rubbing his ass and balls in her face. She pushed him away as best she could.
"You sound tired, dear. And you're breathing hard. Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes, Mother." Brenda felt the boy's cock swell against her throat and chest. He started to nuzzle up and down her pussy.
"All right, I'll take your word for it, darling. You're a big girl now. But I do wish you'd have talked over this summer teaching job with your father and me. We're not exactly overjoyed to see you teaching in a public school, even if it is for only the summer. Oh dear, your father just won't stop trying to pull the phone away from me. Here he is, darling. Please take care of yourself."
"I will, Mother."
The teenager moaned softly, starting to lick up and down Brenda's pussy and sending instant tingles to her nipples and toes. She had to bite her lip to keep from panting.
"Brenda!" came her father's voice over telephone. "I must say we're a little disappointed in you. You know how we feel about public schools. They're the devil's playground. I trust you'll be on guard against temptation, and I know you'll refuse to touch any of those filthy books that public schools use for teaching."
Brenda arched up, her eyes nearly popping out as Sandy screwed his tongue up her crotch.
She bit her lips hard to keep from crying out.
"Yes, Father," she muttered.
Brenda could hardly get the two words out. She was on the verge of dropping the receiver and squealing with excitement as the boy rammed his tongue up her asshole.
"What was that noise, Brenda? Do you have a dog?"
"No, Father. Maybe it was a dog outside. I've got the windows open."
"Well, please do keep your eyes open for any filthy and secular books in your school library, and if you see any, write to me and we'll discuss getting them off the shelves. Well, we'd better hang up. I don't want to run up a large bill here."
by the time Brenda had exchanged goodbyes and finally hung up, she was ready to scream. And the moment she put down the receiver, she let out a wail of relief. Then she lay there moaning as the boy licked out her asshole.
She started to lick the youth's nuts. She kissed his asshole. Before she could get her tongue inside him, he pushed up off her and jumped off the bed. He grabbed his cock backhanded and stroked it, looking her nude body up and down.
"Aw teacher, I wanna fuck you! I wanna put my big cock right up inside you and fuck you some more!"
He waved his prick at her, and a spittle-like strand of lube dripped from his pisshole.
She lifted her legs in the air and spread them, at the same time catching her blonde pussylips with her fingers and hauling them apart until the fluffy pink meat of her crotch-hole was pulsating before the boy's bugged-out eyes. Her toes wiggled with excitement. The nipples and bumps stood up on her cherries as her tits heaved and her heart slammed.
"Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck it right up in there!"
"Goddamn!"
The hot-breathing teenager got up on the bed and over her, guiding his swollen prickhead between her stretched-open crotchlips. She released her cuntlips and they closed around his cockhead. He groaned, ramming his cock into her the rest of the way, grinding his balls against her crotch, rubbing his brown pubic hair in her blonde pubic hair. His cockhead throbbed in her womb. His hard nipples rubbed her hard nipples. Bearing down on her, he began to grind his cock in and out.
"Yeahhh, ohhhh yeahhhh!" he breathed. "This is fucking!"
"Ooooh yesssss!" Brenda moaned, giggling with excitement as the sweaty youth banged her.
Her smooth legs closed around his loins. Her arms clamped around his flanks, her hands on the writhing muscles of his back as he moved, grinding down on her.
"Screw me, fuck me!"
Her fingernails sank into his flesh as he rammed, exciting him even more.
She rocked her ass up and down, meeting his grinding thrusts, rubbing her swollen tits at his chest, kissing him hard and deep, her tongue in his throat. The bed creaked rhythmically, the headboard knocking against the wall from time to time. The boy's plunging cock made a flesh-slapping sound in her frothing, sucking crotch. His balls became slathered with her creamy fuck juices.
"Grind me!" she moaned. "Make me feel it! Make me come! Oh darling!"
The boy's nostrils flared as he bore down, fucking harder, faster, using his cock like a huge drill to ream out her seething cunt. The juices ran out of her, pooling on the mattress under her ass. The boy's cock flexed and jumped and quivered inside her, swelling even larger, growing even harder.
She tossed her head from side to side, her eyes rolled back with delirium. She gasped and us whimpered with each ramming thrust, the fuck sensations shooting straight to the tips of her toes.
"I feel it!" she gibbered. "Oooooh, sooo goood!"
She panted furiously as the boy delivered a series of rapid, grinding thrusts, clinging to him, rubbing her tits madly against his hard chest. Her fingernails left red trails down his back, nearly drawing blood.
"Ohhhh God!" The boy's eyes rolled back like a madman's. He fucked savagely, the sweat dripping off his face and all over Brenda's cheeks. His belly clapped against her belly. Their hipbones cracked together. The headboard of the bed knocked against the wall.
"Shoot it!" Brenda gasped, her fingernails and toenails clawing his flesh, her body undulating frenziedly under him, her cunt tightening rhythmically. "Oh baby, give it to me!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The boy exploded into her, sending scalding spurts into her womb, sending shivers through her body. "Awwww yeahhhh!"
Brenda writhed against him, her cunt milking his jizz-shooting cock, her nipples jabbing his chest like hot pokers. She churned her ass, grinding her cunt on his spurting prick, working up as much tension and heat in her loins as she could before she exploded. In seconds, the excruciating sensation overwhelmed her, and she whined with pleasure as spasms gnawed through her loins.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh squirt it!" She moaned deliriously, hot tingles flowing through her body like an electric current. Her cunt sucked vigorously as it spasmed, sucking the cum out of the grunting, moaning youth. She could feel the hot spurts drilling her womb, and she got goose bumps from the quivering contractions of the boy's cock inside her.
"Give it to me, darling, oh yes!" As her cunt milked his cock, her hands stroked his lower back. She kissed him, sucking on his tongue, drinking his saliva as her cunt drank his fuckjuice. She moved against him, milking the life out of him until he wilted in her arms and lay as if dead.
"Teacher," he mumbled. "Oh Teacher, fuck!"
CHAPTER NINE
When her alarm clock went off the next morning, Brenda struggled through dark clouds of sleep for what seemed like minutes before she managed to shut the alarm off. She groaned, aching all over, every muscle of her body throbbing. The sheet under her ass was sopping wet and cold, and she shivered. She felt like a total mess, wiped out, in need of a week of sleep and recuperation.
"What time is it?" a voice mumbled next to her, and she caught her breath with surprise. She'd dreamed that the boy had left, but he was still here, stark-naked in bed with her.
"Six," Brenda said. "I have to get up."
"Six! School don't start till ten."
"I have to prepare for classes," Brenda said. "And you have to leave."
"Let me sleep."
"You really must leave, Sandy." She pulled the sheets off him, revealing his enormous hard-on throbbing against his belly.
The boy stretched sensuously, spreading his fingers and toes, arching his back and shoving his loins up in the air. He rubbed his eyes and grinned at her mischievously.
"All right, I'll leave. But you've gotta give me a blowjob first."
Without touching his cock, he wiggled it at her.
Brenda forgot about everything but the big fuck-snake throbbing before her eyes. She flopped down on her belly, wrapped her hands around the boy's cockshaft, and started to lick his tasty cockhead. The boy groaned, writhing luxuriously as she nibbled and kissed and sucked his prickhead. As she swallowed his throbbing fuckknob, then let it sink into her throat, he stroked her blonde hair, muttering about what a hot, wet mouth she had. She tickled his balls and lightly scratched them, then cupped them and gently massaged them as she bobbed her head, sliding her tight lips up and down around his veiny fuckshaft.
"Aw man, you're great! This is sure a lot better than whacking off when I wake up. I wish Mary could see this. The bitch!" He twisted his head against his pillow, reveling in the sensation of getting his cock sucked. "Oh yeah, lick it right there! That's where it feels best. Lick it right there a lot! Aw fuck!"
Brenda slobbered all over his cock as she sucked it, churning her tongue up and down the backside of it. Some of her warm spit leaked down on his balls, lubricating them as she massaged them. His cock tasted like cunt, seemed to be saturated with the taste of cunt, which wasn't surprising, since it had been plunging in and out of her pussy most of the night.
She couldn't begin to remember how many times he had fucked her. All the wild fucking and sucking they'd done blurred together in her memory. All she knew is that he'd made her come repeatedly, and that the more she'd come, the more she'd wanted to come, the more she'd wanted to be fucked. Her cunt and asshole were raw and sore from all the ramming of his bone hard cock.
"Awwwww yeahhhh, eat it!" The boy arched up, driving his cock down her gullet, ejaculating thick spurts of jism, choking her, filling her senses with a dizzying scent and taste. "Suck it! Drink it! Awww fuck!"
Brenda cooed as she guzzled down his load, as she munched on his vibrating, bucking cock. His balls contracted in her hand as she rhythmically massaged them.
"Drink my cream!" he moaned, humping with rapid, sharp thrusts until he'd pumped out every drop. Then he slumped back, panting, his cock softening in her sucking mouth.
Brenda was tingling all over. She kept squeezing his balls and milking his cock, trying to suck more spunk out of him.
"You want more juice?" he said, his hands pressing down on her head. "You want more juice, huh!"
His softened prick swelled slightly in her mouth, and a few drops of hot fluid spurted out. It was a bitter, acidic fluid that burned her throat. She suddenly realized it was piss! The boy hugged her head to his groin, emptying his bladder down her gagging, choking throat. She had no choice but to swallow. It was either a swallow or drown. A lot of piss ran out, drenching the youth's brown nuts and soiling her bedsheet, but most of it ran down her throat. After a few swallows, Brenda began to appreciate the bitter flavor, began to appreciate a new kind of excitement. She sucked out the last few mouthfuls, gulping them down with the same relish as if she were swallowing cum. She squirmed on the bed, sucking hungrily at the youth's pissing cock, moaning with disappointment as the piss-flow stopped.
"Well, I gotta go," the boy said. His prick stretched and her lips smacked as he withdrew it from her mouth. Then he was up and gathering his clothes.
"You don't have to go yet," Brenda said. She lay face-up and showed him her wide-open, throbbing crotch. "Fuck me!"
"With what?" the boy said, waving his limp cock at her. "Not with this. Why don't you go get a big carrot out of the refrigerator. I hear a lot of chicks like to use carrots."
She begged him to stay, but he said he had to get home before his old lady got up and discovered his bed unslept in.
"You want me to tell her I was out all night humping my new teacher?"
"God no!" Brenda said. "You're to tell nobody about this! Understand?"
"Sure, Teacher," the boy said. "See you in school. I might be a little late today, but I know you won't mind."
After Sandy left, Brenda cleaned up, ate breakfast, then tried to put all that had happened to her out of her mind so she could work on her lesson plan for the day. But it seemed as if the entire apartment smelled of pussy and cock, and she found it impossible to concentrate on school lessons. All she could think about was hot prick. She was tempted to go to the refrigerator for a carrot, but the idea disgusted her. She had to get out of the apartment. She left for school early, hoping to be able to work on her lesson plan there.
She was letting herself into the school building with her keys when she realized she wasn't wearing either panties or a bra-just a skirt, a blouse, and shoes. It showed the state her mind was in, that she'd been so ridiculously forgetful. For a moment, she considered returning home, but a wild throb in her loins put an end to that idea. As she entered the school, bare-assed under her skirt, braless under her blouse, a hot fluid lubricated her pussylips, which were swollen and tingling. She would teach class all day without any panties on. The idea excited her so that she felt the need to masturbate.
The halls were empty. No cars were in the parking lot. Brenda was sure she was the only person in the building. As she walked past the administrative offices, she heard what sounded like a girlish giggle, so she stepped inside to investigate. She heard the giggle again and followed it to Mr. Wilson's office. She stood in the open doorway of the principal's office, staring in disbelief at the naked ass of a naked girl who was leaning over the principal's desk, resting her belly and tits on the desktop, wiggling her upturned asscheeks at Brenda and giggling giddily. Pussy-honey dribbled down the insides of the girl's smooth thighs as it oozed from her excited teen cunt. Her pinkish-brown asspucker twitched between her smooth asscheeks, glistening with moisture.
"Willy, you horny old goat!" the girl said without looking over her shoulder to see the figure looking at her from the doorway, "you're late again. What's the matter, ain't my pussy sweet enough for you anymore?"
She reached back and dipped her finger between her legs, then held it up, dripping, to Brenda.
"Don't you want a taste?"
As the girl giggled, Brenda stared speechlessly at the shameful, highly exciting sight. There was something unbearably enticing about the girl's cute young ass, something drug-like about the musky-sweet aroma of teen cunt that filled the office. Before the girl could look over her shoulder and discover that she was offering her luscious young body to somebody other than the goatish principal, Brenda glided into the office, dropped to her knees, and started to lick the girl's juicy little crotch and ass.
"Oooooh, eat me!" the girl squealed. "Oh Willy, lick my pussy, suck my asshole!"
She wiggled her ass wildly, and the clear, saplike juices bubbled out of her crotch almost faster than Brenda could slurp them up. The girl wriggled her pink toes, gasping with each flick of Brenda's hungry tongue.
She was delicious, and Brenda wanted to tell her so, but she didn't dare, afraid to let the girl know who it was. Brenda lapped furiously, tasting every inch of the girl's pussy-furrow and asscrack, slurping up the juices that ran down the girl's legs, drilling her tongue into the fluffy pink meat between her swollen cuntlips, into the musky, pinkish-brown pucker of the girl's ass.
"Ooooh, you're really a hot licker today!" the girl squealed. "Ooooh Willy, you're gonna make me come if you don't watch out!"
Brenda kept licking, wanting nothing better than to make the girl come. As she sucked and nuzzled and licked the delicious girl-meat, she shoved her hand up under her skirt and stuffed two fingers up her own dripping crotch, masturbating herself rhythmically as she ate out the wiggling teenager.
"I'm warning you, Willy," the girl panted. "You're gonna make me come and then I won't wanna be buggered. You know I can't stand being buggered after I come, and you know that you always wanna bugger me cause I got such a hot little ass." She shrieked with giggles.
"You've got an excellent ass, my dear," said Mr. Wilson. "And I'm sure you do too, Miss Moore."
Before Brenda could turn around, Mr. Wilson, who had stealthily crept up behind her and the girl, dropped to his knees behind Brenda, lifted her skirt, and rammed his red-hot cock between her asscheeks.
There was a momentary commotion as both Brenda and the girl babbled with surprise and confusion, but within seconds, both females were moaning with renewed heat. The girl watched over her shoulder as Brenda ate her out and Mr. Wilson fucked at Brenda's ass, trying to drive his dry cock up her shit-hole.
The principal hadn't bothered to undress.
He'd simply pulled his twitching cock out of his fly and driven it into the sweaty softness between Brenda's asscheeks. After several dry humps between her asscheeks, Mr. Wilson caught some of the fuck-slime leaking from Brenda's finger-stuffed crotch and rubbed the slick fluid on his cock. The female lubricant allowed him to penetrate Brenda's asshole with a wiggle of his loins and a sharp, screwing thrust.
"My! So wonderfully tight!" the principal sighed, sliding his stiff prick in and out. "Oh, Miss Moore, you have a prize asshole, and such wonderfully firm and meaty buttocks! Keep licking, my dear. It excites me to see you enjoying that delectable young girl."
Brenda was only half-listening to the babbling principal. Her mind was in a whirl of excitement, her senses filled with the taste and aroma of the delicious girl, her loins filled with the wild pulsations and fuck-itch caused by Mr. Wilson's cock screwing her asshole and her own fingers reaming out her hard-sucking cunt. She could sense the fuck-tension building in the girl's body just as it was building in her own. She drove her tongue alternately up the girl's crotch, then up her asshole, tasting, probing, pleasuring. The girl squealed, nearly dancing on her pretty bare toes, and Brenda's excitement surged along with the girl's.
"Oh my, you are a hot one, Miss Moore! I am so happy I hired you! My, what a deliciously tight asshole! It sucks wonderfully! Ooh, I love to fuck it!" He drilled his stiff fucker in and out, making the sensitive walls of Brenda's asshole sizzle. "So tight, so wonderfully tight!"
"Lick me!" the girl moaned, grinding her ass in Brenda's face. "Make me come! Oh yes, oh yes!"
"You taste so good!" Brenda mumbled, chewing on the girl's asscheeks, on her spongy, hairy cuntlips. "I could just eat you up!"
She drove her nose into the girl's crotch, inhaling the steaming aroma of teen pussy. Then she drove her tongue up her pulsating pussyhole, probing all the delicious spongy folds and crevices, sucking out the salty-sweet juices, wishing she could shove her entire head up into the girl's hot body.
"Oh God!" the girl gasped. "Oh I'm coming!"
Her cunt began to grip and throb and quiver. Some tart spurted into Brenda's mouth.
"Eat me, suck me!"
Brenda growled, devouring the girl's exploding crotch, drinking the honey-like fluids that dribbled and spurted from the hard-contracting inferno between the girl's legs. The girl put her nose up in the air and whined like a bitch in heat, rotating her ass in Brenda's face.
"It feels so good!" the girl moaned, delirious with pleasure. "Oh God!"
Brenda knew exactly how it felt, because she was feeling the same toe-curling sensations. Mr. Wilson's cock was fucking electricity into her asshole. Her plunging fingers were rubbing more electricity into her throbbing crotch. As the girl's sweet fuckcream ran down her throat, as the girl's crotch exploded again and again in her face, Brenda humped her loins frantically and brought herself off.
"Uhhhhh!" she grunted, the spasms ripping through her loins. "Oh, uh, yessss!" She shuddered all over, her fuckjuices running like water into her jerking hand, her spasming asshole eating up Mr. Wilson's hard-fucking prick.
"Ohhhhhh!" Mr. Wilson moaned. "Baaaaby!"
His cock flexed hard and he ejaculated up Brenda's cock-skinning asshole. He gripped her shuddering loins, humping at her ass with rapid, jolting thrusts, plunging his squirming prick in her seething asshole and emptying his balls into her guts.
"I feel it coming!" she mumbled. "I feel the squirts."
The young girl rubbed her crotch and ass in Brenda's face. Brenda licked and sucked, eating the girl up. Mr. Wilson humped, pouring his hot fuckcream up Brenda's hard-sucking asshole. All three of them moaned, humping with pleasure until they'd squeezed out every twinge of their orgasms.
"What a pleasant way to start a day of work," Mr. Wilson said as he finally slipped his softening cock out of Brenda's asshole.
"Dirty old man!" the teenager said, giggling.
"Dirty young lady," Mr. Wilson said, pinching the girl's bare ass.
Dirty new teacher, Brenda thought to herself.
CHAPTER TEN
Brenda knew something funny was up the moment the students started arriving in her classroom. She sat behind her desk, frantically trying to put together some sort of lessons for the day as they filed in, some in pairs, some in groups, some by themselves. What was strange was their relative quietness. Very few of them were talking. In fact, Brenda quickly realized that only the girls were talking among them selves as they waited for the bell to begin class. When she glanced up from her desk, she immediately saw Harold smirking at her, dressed as yesterday in nothing but brief-sized cutoffs. She looked away from Harold to see other boys looking at her in the same way, including Sandy, who was whipsering to another boy and nodding in her direction.
She realized immediately that the boys knew all about her. Either Harold or Sandy, or both of them, had squealed about what she'd done with them. She stared down at her lesson book, seeing the words she'd written, but unable to read them. Her mind buzzed. She felt like a fawn cornered by wolves.
When the bell rang, she jumped up from her desk as if it were an alarm bell rather than the bell signaling the start of the day's classes. She ignored some tittering from the class and immediately started writing out an algebra problem on the blackboard. Then she began to lecture, trying as best she could not to look at her students directly, but over the tops of their heads. She could feel the eyes of the boys all over her, could feel them mentally undressing her-pulling off her skirt to discover that she wore no panties, pulling off her blouse to see that she was braless. She flushed deeply with self consciousness, but she kept on lecturing, calling students-all girls-up to the board to work out problems.
One of the boys let out a wolfish whistle and the other boys laughed. Brenda scowled in the direction of the whistler, but she said nothing, intentionally blurring her own vision so she wouldn't have to look into the rowdy boy's eyes. When she looked back at the board, she realized that she herself was responsible for the outburst of rowdiness. The half-dozen girls writing on the chalk board were dressed so obscenely that it was a wonder a sexual riot hadn't yet broken out among the boys. The girls all wore the shortest of shorts, and four of them wore bikini halters rather than T-shirts or blouses, and one of the girls wearing a blouse had it lifted up and tied under her ample tits to display her tanned belly. None of the girls wore shoes, and all of them wiggled their young asses more than they moved their hands as they wrote on the board.
"Hey teacher, I got a problem."
Brenda looked down at Harold, who sat there smirking at her. It took her a moment to realize that he had his erect cock in his hand and was waving it at her.
"I got a problem too, teacher. Can you help me?" This time it was Sandy who had spoken, and when Brenda glanced at him, he was slowly jerking off his stiff teen prick.
All around the class, boys started pulling stiff cocks out of their pants or shorts, and Brenda's eyes flitted here and there. She was completely shocked and unbelieving, but she couldn't take her eyes off all the hard young pricks being wiggled at her, nor could she say a word. She started to tremble, her legs rubbery and hardly able to support her. Hot pussy cream dribbled from her pulsing cunt, trickling down her inner thighs.
Within seconds, the class was in an uproar as the boys got up out of their desks, wielding their stiff pricks, and the girls gawked. A boy ran to the door, his hard cock wagging out of his fly, and in seconds, the windowless door was securely sealed shut and locked.
"Please," Brenda managed to say, her voice quavering, but she couldn't think of anything more to say, nor would she have been heard if she had. Suddenly, she was surrounded by boys, their hard cocks rubbing against her, their grubby hands pulling off her clothes.
"Teacher ain't wearing no panties!" a boy announced, and hands were all over her ass and between her legs. She gasped, writhing as fingers slipped up her asshole, up her cunt, as rough hands massaged her tits, as sucking lips closed over her nipples. A boy closed his mouth over hers and started French-kissing her, and she went limp, like an animal surrendering to a swarm of ravenous ants.
They laid her on her desk on her back, spreading her legs wide as one of them moved between her thighs to rut. Her ass was at the edge of the dsek, her crotch open and dripping. As a hot cock plunged up her cunt, she moaned, writhing and delirious. A boy climbed up on the desk over her and rubbed his sweaty ass and balls in her face. She licked without being ordered to, out of her mind with passion. When the boy stuffed his cock down her throat, she sucked hungrily.
The girls were stripped and herded into the back of the room, where they were guarded by several boys and kept occupied giving blowjobs. Only a few of the girls put up any resistance. The others were just as excited as the boys, jerking themselves off as they watched their naked teacher getting gang-banged up on the front desk, sucking hot pricks when they got the chance.
One of the girls, Sandy's cock-teasing girlfriend, Mary, was on her hands and knees, choking on Harold's uncut prick as Sandy mounted her from behind and rammed his cock up her cunt. Mary put up only a token struggle before she lost all control and gave in. Soon the cock-teasing girl was sucking Harold's uncut prick as if it were a big sweet candy cane, and she was fucking Sandy's cock as if she'd never get it in deep enough.
Up at the front of the room, the boy on Brenda's face started grunting. As his thick cum spurted into her throat, she gulped it down, sucking hard on his vibrating fuckrod. The cock in her cunt pistoned, rubbing such heat and fuck-itch into her seething crotch-hole that the sensations shot all the way to the tips of her toes, which felt like they were melting. One boy rubbed his cock and balls against her right foot. Another boy sucked on the toes of her left foot. Hot mouths closed over her nipples, biting and sucking them until Brenda wanted to scream. As the cock in her crotch started to spurt, she closed her eyes, then opened them as they rolled back in ecstasy. Her body shook all over as the hot spasms pulsed through her pleasure-saturated loins.
They gave her no break. She was still trembling from her orgasm as they turned her over on the desk. A boy plugged his hard cock up her crotch from behind and immediately started to ram her. Another boy shoved his cock in her mouth, fucking her throat. As the cock of the rear-mounted boy plunged in her pussyhole, juices frothed out around it, a mixture of pussycream and the cum from the previous boy.
She lay on her belly, grunting with each screwing thrust up her cunt, inhaling the scent of teen prick. As one boy screwed her cunt and the other fucked her throat, other boys rubbed their randy fuck-sticks against her smooth flesh, on her legs and feet and back and ass, on her cheeks and shoulders and arms. Pricks were stuffed into her hands, and she milked them rhythmically, feeling them vibrate and throb.
At the back of the room, several girls were on their knees, bobbing their heads as they sucked horny cocks. All the girls in the room had their fingers up their cunts, masturbating excitedly as they watched all the hot action, or sucked on sweaty pricks. Even the girls who had at first been horrified by what was happening, now were squeezing their legs together and squirming, hot pussy-honey oozing from their itchy young crotches.
Two of these initially reluctant girls started feeling each other up. Soon they were kissing each other, rubbing their tits together, finger fucking each other. One of the girls slid down the other's body and started to lick her juicy cunt. The standing girl pressed the other girl's head between her legs, moaning and rolling her eyes, fucking her excited crotch in the other girl's mouth.
Over in one corner of the room, separated from the herd of girls, Mary was on her hands and knees, begging for more of Harold's cock. He'd pulled it out of her mouth to cool it off. Her begging was abruptly ended by a gasp of pain as Sandy rammed his cunt-greased cock up her asshole.
"Damn you, it's killing me!" Mary whined, but Sandy just slapped her ass and laughed, ramming his splitting-hard fuckrod up her virgin asshole again and again.
Harold, kneeling in front of her, knocked her back and forth across the face with his spit-dripping fuck-monster. In seconds, she was wiggling her buggered ass, begging for faster thrusts. Her tongue flapped at Harold's cock and balls.
"Let me suck it!" she begged.
At the front of the room, jism spurted down Brenda's guzzling throat. The boy fucking her mouth hugged her head, grinding his cock in her gullet, groaning as he fed her round after round of thick teen cum. One of the cocks she was jerking off started to buck and vibrate, and the owner of the cock cursed as he lost his load all over her forearm. She pumped one cock and sucked the other until she'd milked out every gob of jizz. One of the cocks rubbing against her ass shot off, sending streams of sizzling spunk across her back. The boy fucking her crotch grunted as his excitement reached a climax, then groaned loudly as he pumped his hot fuck-load up her cunt and into her womb. The feel of a cock shooting off inside her brought off instantly, and she wiggled her ass, moaning as the hot pleasure coursed through her loins.
As the cock was pulled out of her pussy, cum oozed from her open fuckhole, and a new boy stepped up between her legs, dipping his cock in her cum-filled crotch-hole to lubricate it. He pulled his cock out after a few quick thrusts so he could shove it up her asshole. His big fucker slipped up her tight asshole easily, and both she and the youth groaned with pleasure. He muttered to himself excitedly as he began to hump, buggering her tight shithole-the same shithole Mr. Wilson had buggered not too long ago-the same shithole Sandy had buggered several times last night. Her asshole was slippery inside with cum, and the boy's cock sounded like a toilet plunger as it fucked in and out.
It didn't take the boy long to come. Gripping her sexy asscheeks tightly, spreading them wide as he rammed his big fucker in and out of her hard-sucking shithole, he worked his cock to a shuddering climax in less than a minute. As he ejaculated up her asshole, adding his load to the loads already deposited there, he twisted his head from side to side and chewed his lips, grunting with each hot spurt. The moment he was done pumping out his pleasure and his cum, his place was taken by another boy, who drove a new fuck-spike up Brenda's asshole. The fresh boy was just starting to hump when Brenda received a load of steaming spunk down her throat, which she guzzled down, cooing with appreciation.
She wanted them all now, wanted every last boy in the room to shove his cock into her body and ejaculate into her. She already had a bellyful of spunk, could feel the thick male fluid pooled inside her, but she was starving for more. The cum was oozing from her well-fucked crotch, but her crotch was aching for more cock, for more cum. Her asshole was so full of jism that it frothed out around the cock that was buggering her and sprayed onto the humping youth's brown nuts. Still, she wanted more, needed more.
There were about thirty boys in class, and she wanted to feel the hard cock of each one of them sliding in her body, fucking her mouth, her cunt, her asshole-and she wanted to feel them spurt inside her. She was insatiable for cock, out of her mind with lust, quivering in every cell of her body with excitement and pleasure.
She sucked hard, draining the piss-tube of the cock that had just shot off in her mouth. Her lips smacked as the softening cock withdrew. She licked at it was it dangled like a salami before her glazed eyes. Her mouth gaped, ready to receive another hot cock.
Before she got her wish, she was pulled off the desk by a score of hands, hands that felt her up and down, hands that smeared cum on her tits and back and ass, hands that pinched her nipples and asscheeks, hands that rammed fingers up her jizz-oozing asshole and cunt. She moaned, delirious, letting the boys maul her in any way they wished. Burning cocks rubbed against her. She was French-kissed again and again, tasting the salty spit of several boys. Finally, she was pushed forward and down.
A lust-flushed teenager awaited her, lying on his back on the floor, his rigid cock held vertical so she could sit on it. The moment she had impaled her cunt on his stiff cock, she was pushed forward, pushed down on top of the groaning youth who had his cock up her crotch. He crushed her in his arms, kissing her madly, grinding his chest against her tits as he knifed his cock in and out of her juicy snatch. Cum and pussy-honey dribbled out onto his swollen, throbbing balls.
She moaned, out of her mind with sensation, enjoying every wonderful thrust. She couldn't believe she could ever feel any better. She could, though, she found out a few moments later. As she lay on top of one boy, grinding against him as he fucked her throbbing pussy, another boy mounted her from behind. Her asshole, half-open and oozing cum, flooded with sensations as the boy behind her pushed his glossy purplish prickhead into her inviting hole, then the rest of his cock, in one screwing thrust. The two youths fucking her groaned in unison as their pricks rubbed together inside her, separated only by the thin partition of flesh between her cunt and her asshole.
"Ohhhh Godddd!" she moaned, her eyes rolling deliriously. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
As she gibbered with crazed lust, a boy crouched in front of her and stuffed her mouth with sweaty teen prick. She sucked like a starving calf.
Her body was all sensation. Three hot, rigid cocks slid inside her simultaneously as she squirmed between the sweaty bodies of two muscular youths. She lay there completely passive, completely receptive, letting them enjoy her hot fuckholes, letting them pleasure themselves and her in any way they wished. She felt as if she were gripped in the throes of one long, endless orgasm. Her toes felt like swollen clits, and when boys started sucking on them, she almost passed out from the intense sensation their hot lips and tongues caused. Boys shoved their cocks and balls into her hands, and she played with them, exciting herself even more. Each of her hands wrapped around a stiff cock and jerked the skin on it up and down. The boys she was pleasuring groaned, muttering about how she was the sexiest bitch they'd ever seen.
In the back of the room, girls watched their teacher take on a swarm of boys at once. None of them had ever witnessed such a gangbang, and as the hot fucking went on, all of them became envious of Brenda, even though none of them could imagine themselves taking on so many boys at once. They jerked off shameless ly, the pussycream bubbling from their teen pussies, much to the excitement of the boys near them, who took the opportunity to sample the sweet cunt juices of several girls. As many boys were on their knees sucking off boys. Even as they ate pussy or cock, the lusty teenagers kept their eyes on the front of the room, where Brenda was grunting nonstop as big cocks plunged in and out of her body, as big cocks worked in her jerking hands, as hot mouths sucked on her toes.
She came repeatedly. She had no sooner reached one delicious climax than her body began building quickly toward another one immediately. Her climaxes came every few minutes, and each one made her think she was going to black out. Instead of blacking out, she became more awake and alert than ever, her sensations intensifying to the point that she was sure they would kill her. Her pleasure was so intense that it verged on pain, and she screamed freely, her cries muffled by the big cock plunging in her throat.
Cocks began to fire. One after another, cocks went off in her mouth, in her asshole, in her cunt, in her hands. Jism spurted into her body, onto her hands and arms. She was drowning in cum, inside and out. As the cocks bucked and vibrated inside her fuckholes, in her hands, as they shot cum again and again, Brenda laughed like a madwoman. She was going to milk dry the balls of every boy in the room. And after they'd brewed more cum, she'd milk them dry again, then again and again. She wouldn't stop until the cum was flowing out of the windows, until she was floating in it, bathing in it, until it was coming out of her ears.
Cocks were pulled out of her. She was impaled on the vertical cock of a new boy who lay before her on his back. She was shoved forward to be crushed in his arms and kissed. She was mounted from behind and buggered. She was fucked down the throat by a fresh cock. Before three minutes had passed, she had shuddered with two more orgasms-and yet she wanted more! All she wanted to do was come, to come again and again, forever!
At the back of the room, Sandy was holding his cock-teasing girlfriend steady as Harold mounted her from behind to bugger her. Sandy's cum was leaking out of Mary's asshole, and Harold rubbed his uncut prong in the slimy jizz, lubricating his fuck-monster for the assault. As Harold rammed, burying his cock to the hilt, Sandy stuffed Mary's gaping mouth with his fist to stifle her frantic scream. Then he kept his fist there as Harold screwed freely, reaming out her tight asshole until she'd stopped screaming and was wiggling her ass for more. As Sandy removed his fist from Mary's mouth, she groaned with pleasure, muttering fuck words to herself.
Harold didn't give Mary the pleasure of ejaculating his dammed-up load up her asshole. He fucked her to a whining orgasm, then pulled out, laughing at her as she begged for him to cream her. Mary sat on her haunches, drooling for Harold's big cock as he marched to the front of the room, his cock wagging heavily, the lube dripping from his open pisshole.
"Slut!" Sandy said to Mary. "I always knew you were a hot slut, otherwise, why would I want you for a girlfriend? From now on, you're gonna put out whenever I want it, understand?"
Mary nodded her head with acceptance and affirmation. She wasn't looking at Sandy, though-her eyes were on the wild scene at the front of the room, where Harold was getting ready to unload his massive cock.
Just as the boy humping Brenda's ass began to spurt, Harold grabbed the helplessly writhing youth by the hips and yanked him off Brenda. The boy groaned, his cock flexing and spurting freely in the air, as Harold dumped him aside like a rag doll, then mounted Brenda himself.
As Harold plunged his huge cock up Brenda's asshole, the mingled cum of a half-dozen males oozed out around his ramming prick and drenched his huge, spunk-filled nuts. As he grabbed Brenda's ass and let loose with a barrage of wild thrusts, the boy fucking Brenda's cunt shot off inside her instantly. Brenda squealed, though her mouth was crammed full of hard cock.
"Uh, uh, ah!" Harold grunted, humping like a wild bull, reaming out Brenda's asshole even more savagely than he'd reamed out Mary's.
The entire class had paused whatever they happened to be doing and were watching him. He sensed all eyes on him and flexed all the muscles of his body as he bore down on Brenda's ass, ramming his massive cock in and out. The sweat poured down his tanned body. He snorted like a stallion, his flushed cock resembling the enormous cock of a stallion as it flashed in and out of Brenda's asshole.
All the girls in the room quivered with excitement as they watched Harold let go and drive himself toward a climax. Their stiff fingers plunged in their throbbing pussies. The sticky pussycream dribbled down their smooth legs. The boys in the room were so turned-on by the scent of hot pussy, and by the sight of Brenda getting assfucked by Harold, that they all pumped their cocks as rapidly as the girls were jerking off their pussies.
Brenda's excitement and sensation were nearly unbearable. The boy under her, even though he'd ejaculated, was humping upward again, trying to bring himself to another climax without having pulled out of her pussy. The boy in front of her was grinding his cock in the depths of her gullet. Harold's cock felt like a fist and arm being rammed in and out of her asshole. She surged to a climax, a climax so powerful and satisfying that she prayed it would never end.
There were cries of pleasure from the boys as her fuckholes contracted around their cocks. Within seconds, jism spurted down her throat, jism shot into her pussy. Harold's eyes rolled back and he shuddered all over, grinding his spitting-hard cock up into Brenda's guts.
"Awwww fuck!" Harold bellowed. "Goddamn!" He grunted again and again as he exploded his load up Brenda's hard-clutching asshole. "Awwww man, yeahhhhh!"
Brenda jerked with each burst of Harold's cock-juice up her asshole. She was so filled with cum already that cum leaked out of her as fast as Harold spurted it into her, drenching his contracting balls, drenching the balls of the boy under Brenda. It felt so good, Brenda wanted to die, wanted to die with Harold's big spurting cock anchored inside her, wanted to die with a cock in her mouth and a cock in her cunt.
It was noon before the class had tired itself out enough to think of something other than sex. They trudged down to lunch, leaving Brenda alone to clean up the fuckjuices all over the floor and her desk. The classroom door locked, she crawled around on her hands and knees, naked, tits hanging, as she mopped up cum and pussyjuice with whatever she could find. Some of the cum she lapped up, taking a wicked pleasure in performing so disgusting an act. What would her Baptist minister father think where he to see her now? She laughed at the absurdity of the thought, then began to wonder how she would break the news to him that she'd be staying on at Jefferson High School after the summer, that she'd be teaching here indefinitely. She knew there was nothing that could make her leave now that she was hooked-hooked on pleasure, on cum, on hard teen cock.
At the back of the room, in the corner where Mary had been worked over by Sandy and Harold, she sat on the floor with wide-spread legs and began to jerk herself off. She couldn't understand it, but she was still horny. Her fingers plunged.
