Of all the social institutions which have had to endure change and weather criticism, the education concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and marijuana, and the advent of liberalized teaching, the school system has undergone immeasurable challenge in the wake of social change.
BALLING SCHOOLGIRLS is the story of how some people adjust to the liberated moral standards within the education system. Beset by such common problems as varied social backgrounds, economic differences, and poor grades, the characters in this story find an unusual solution to their dilemma. Their method, that of sexual intercourse between students and teachers, may well be considered unusual or shocking, but it is nonetheless successful.
BALLING SCHOOLGIRLS-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Little Kelly Fairchild was the fairest of all the students at Plato High. It was a new year at the exclusive private school, and Kelly had just entered as a freshman.
Kelly was thin, lithe, her luscious little body molded and figured to teenaged perfection. A tight white sweater was pulled over her lovely little tits which pushed against the thin material like two scoops of vanilla ice cream.
She wore a pink miniskirt that rode high on her golden-tanned legs, which were tapered and sculpted with fine lines. The little skirt hugged her ass. Kelly had the finest ass of any girl who had ever enrolled at Plato High. She had not realized that yet, but the boys of the school and her teachers certainly had.
She had a perfect round face, full cheeks, brown eyes, and her hair was cut in bangs across her forehead, then pulled back to a braided ponytail.
The most popular boy at Plato High was Robbie MacDonald. He stood tall, had blonde surfer-hair, and all the girls thought he was a gorgeous California-type. He knew the ropes. When he asked Kelly if she wanted to join him for a coke in the cafeteria, she was thrilled.
After they had chatted superficially for several minutes, Robbie invited Kelly to join him at the school's radio station where he did a show in the afternoon. The station was wired to the school and could not be heard off campus, but the students loved working there and listening to the rock and roll music the station played.
Robbie led Kelly down from the first level of the schoolhouse to the station. He cued up a record, let it whirl on the turntable, turned on the mike, and opened his show with a short rap.
Then he put on an LP, turned to Kelly, pulled her into his arms and kissed her hotly. The poor child was so surprised she did not protest his behavior.
As Boy George and the Culture Club wailed over the monitor speaker, Robbie embraced the little girl. He pulled her tightly to his lean body. This was her first kiss. She trembled in his arms. She felt his hands flutter down her back and his fingers play into the round curve of her ass.
He tongued into her mouth, and he wiggled it lewdly. She was crushed with a new emotion. An itching titillation twitted through her.
Robbie cupped her ass and squeezed, and his hands sent her tighter to him, her young hips glued to his. She felt the rise of his prick against her. She tried to break away, but Robbie held her fast. He gulped at her lips, plied his fingers over her gorgeous ass through the little pink miniskirt.
Kelly finally managed to break away from his sucking lips. She gasped and panted to catch her breath.
"Robbie!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, God, Kelly, you've got the finest ass I've ever seen," Robbie blurted.
Kelly had never heard words like this. What would she say? How should she react? Before she could reply, Robbie slipped one hand between them and tipped his fingers through her skirt at her pussy.
Kelly felt the thumping of his cock. What should she do? The bulge grew bigger. She liked the roll of the bulge against her, the way his prick beat and pulsated.
Robbie rubbed her pussy with one hand and caressed her ass with the other. His eager lips kissed her ears, her cheeks, her neck. His tongue crawled across his throat. He worked her skirt up from behind and plunged his hand inside her panties, down over the smooth, bald tightness of her magnificent ass.
"Oh, Jeez!" he breathed hotly.
His finger slicked up and down the crack of Kelly's ass, stroked her like a feather and sent excitement shivering through her.
Robbie's other hand skipped up under her pink miniskirt from the front and rubbed Kelly's cunt through her panties.
"Oh," she gulped. "Please, don't!"
Robbie's fingers worked at her crotch. Her pussy quivered and spritzed. The hot fuck juice seeped through her panties to Robbie's hot fingertips. He .stuck his hand deep in her pan ties, ran his fingers through the brown fuzz around her pussy, slicked his middle finger up and down the sticky cunt slit, and shoved it inside as he stuck another finger up her asshole.
"Oh, ouch! Don't!" Kelly cried.
But Robbie was inflamed with passion for the beautiful young girl. He fucked his finger in and out of Kelly's cunt in a slow jerking motion. His other hand was fishhooked into her asshole, tipping through her assbud.
"That's enough," she protested.
Robbie took her hand and brought it down to his crotch. He placed her fingers on his hard-on. Kelly had never felt a prick, but the hardness, the way the cock beat and pulsated under her touch fascinated and excited her.
"No, I shouldn't," she whimpered.
"God, what an ass," Robbie panted.
It thrilled Kelly that the most popular boy at Plato High loved her ass. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't want to lose his affection and attention. To nail Robbie for a boyfriend would be a real coup for Kelly at Plato, and she knew it. She squeezed hesitatingly on his prick.
"Will you let me see your ass, Kelly?" the boy asked hotly.
She was in a trance. That finger in her pussy was doing a magic trick. Never before had she experienced such a feeling.
"My ass?" she whispered.
"Let me see it, please," he begged.
"I better not," Kelly sighed.
He took his finger out of her asshole and rolled his hand over and over her slick ass, feeling the jiggling softness, the creamy smoothness.
"Oh, please," he pleaded.
"Well, if you just wanna look," Kelly said.
Robbie pulled his finger out of her cunt and backed away from Kelly. He turned her around. "Show it to me," he demanded.
Kelly pulled her pink miniskirt up over a pair of pink panties that fit her ass like a fudgecicle wrapper.
"Oh, Kelly!" Robbie yipped. "God, that's a beautiful ass. Jesus!"
Robbie unzipped his fly on the cords he wore and yanked out his prick. A full seven inches of hardness thumped in his fist. He pumped. The head was bright red and glistened with oozing jizz.
Kelly looked over her shoulder at the drooling cock. "Oooooo!"
Robbie masturbated as he looked at Kelly's ass. She watched the cock fuck his fist. This was a new, wonderful sight for the young girl.
"Would you pull your panties down and really show it to me, Kelly?" Robbie muttered.
"Well, I guess it's okay," she said, and, holding her skirt up at her hips with her elbows, she slipped her tight pink panties down over her fabulous ass, rolled the pink nylon into a fluff around her lovely thighs.
"Oh, Jesus!" Robbie moaned. His fist fucked hard and fast on-his spurting cock.
Kelly just didn't know what to make of the situation. The Culture Club album slipped to the next cut on the turntable. The monitor blared out "I'm a Man," and Robbie jacked wildly on his hard prick. He was so excited to see Kelly's tight little ass revealed to him in the control room of the radio station, he lost control.
He moved to the young girl and slapped his cock at her ass, mashed the prickhead against her soft asscheek.
"Oh, Robbie, don't!" Kelly protested weakly.
He slid the spitting prick up and down the crack of her ass. Kelly loved the feeling of the hot cock tickling her there. Then he jabbed his prick into the crack of her ass.
"No, oh ... don't ... don't," Kelly whimpered.
But her protests were unheard by the passionate lad. He humped and pumped his cock at Kelly's ass, and his prick bulged, bloated and sprinkled a load of thick cream at her ass. Big blobs of white stuff seeped from the crack of Kelly's ass. She felt the hot flush of the jizz as it juiced all over her fine ass.
"Robbie," she sobbed.
"I'm cummin' on your ass, Kelly," he panted.
Kelly bent over, stuck her ass up high at the jabbing prick. The cockhead splashed out another wad of cream which showered Kelly's ass. Big gobs dripped down and splattered on her panties.
"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!" the boy bellowed.
"It's so wet, Robbie," Kelly sighed.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled as he crested at the top of his violent, shuddering climax. His fist shook wildly. His cock head mashed at Kelly's ass. He fell backwards and hit the turntable. The album scratched, the needle ground over into the next cut, and he stood there panting, choking for breath.
Kelly turned around, still holding up her skirt with her hands, and, without intending to do so, she showed Robbie her sweet little pussy. She showed him the fuzzy brown hair that coiled between her incredible thighs.
"Ahhhh," Robbie gasped, sucking in his breath.
Kelly realized what she had done and quickly dropped the pink miniskirt.
Robbie stared .at the beautiful young girl. Kelly had dropped her miniskirt, but her pretty pink panties were still in a sweet roll just above her knees.
His cock was dripping cum. He moved back across the control room, slipped his hand under her skirt, and pulled it up around her waist. Then he screwed a finger into her hot cunt.
"Oh, don't, Robbie," Kelly sobbed.
But his finger was in her pussy. A sweet erotic sensation slithered through her. She shivered in pure delight.
"I'll finger-fuck you," Robbie whispered.
"Oooooo, Robbie," Kelly whimpered.
"Haven't you ever fingered your cunt?" he asked huskily.
"Once," she admitted.
He skewered his finger deeper into her teenage cunt. She pushed and pulled. He fucked her pussy gloriously.
He knew she didn't really want him to stop, and he didn't. He fingered her young cunt wildly. Kelly was struck by a brilliant climax. An education at Plato High. The lovely feeling zipped through her like a lightning bolt.
"I'm hot, Robbie. I'm hot!" she babbled.
The force of the climax pulled Kelly over from the waist. She panted deeply. Her mouth formed a pretty circle as though she were about to blow a smoke ring.
"Robbie!" she gasped. "Finger-fuck me. Finger-fuck my pussy."
"You like it, don't you?" he whispered.
His finger slushed lewdly into Kelly's pretty cunt. Fuck juice dribbled down her luscious thighs. Robbie slicked her pussy with quick, jabbing penetrations.
Her orgasm sluiced through her in a deluge of tingles. The feeling was so wonderful to the young girl, she thought she might faint from the sheer thrill of it.
Robbie's prick was hard again. His cock planked out from his fly, thumping and throbbing. A rush of fuck cream fizzed from the tip.
He unbuckled his cords and let them fall to his ankles. He then slid his shorts off. His cock snapped up and wobbled. Kelly stared in amazement as she caught her breath and calmed down from her climax.
Robbie moved in. His cock mashed against Kelly's pussy. The prickhead squirted curri in her mat of brown pussy hair.
Kelly reached for his prick, grabbed his cock and stopped his thrust. "No ... Robbie," she sobbed.
But the heat of the rigid prick throbbing in her hand sent an inflamed jitter of lust lilting up and down her legs. The head of his cock was tipped right on the lips of her pussy.
Robbie tried to push his hard prick into Kelly's pussy. "I wanna fuck you."
"Oh, Robbie, no! We can't," Kelly whimpered.
But Robbie pushed, and even the grip Kelly had on his cock couldn't stop the surge of the cockhead as it slipped past the lips of her pussy and humped into her cunt.
"Ah, oof!" Kelly sighed.
Robbie bunched her pink miniskirt up around Kelly's waist. Her panties were still clinging to her knees. He reached around her and clutched her exquisite ass, pushed and sent his squirting prick deeper into her pussy.
Kelly's panties fell to the tan sandals she wore. They stood there for a moment: the young boy with his pants and shorts on his ankles; the young girl with her panties down on her ankles; the boy with his prick in the girl's pussy.
Robbie started a slow pumping. His hard cock rocked in and out of Kelly's soft little cunt.
She looked down and gazed at the slick cock fucking in and out of her pussy.
Robbie's ass was humping at her. His cock fucked deeper and harder into Kelly's little cunt. She backed up and moved away from his pounding thrust.
"No, I can't!" she sobbed. Her pink skirt fell.
Robbie stood panting, his prick dripping. "Oh, please, Kelly," he begged.
The boy fell to his knees in front of her. He ducked his head up under her skirt, lifted the skirt with his hands to around her hips and pasted his face to her cunt.
"Ooooo," Kelly whimpered in a little girl's voice. "Golly."
This was all new to her. Robbie slapped his tongue at her cunt. He licked and wiggled, twirled and swirled his flapper up and down her pussy lips.
"No, you shouldn't," she sighed. .
"Let me suck your pussy," Robbie gurgled, his mouth open and plastered to the young girl's slushy softness.
"Please, Robbie," she protested.
But the sweet tickle of delight that shuddered through her was not to be denied. She held her skirt up for him. Robbie shook his head from side to side and sucked her pussy into his mouth.
She was fascinated, watching the boy lick her pussy. She tucked her chin against her collarbone and peered down at his slurping lips as they played at her cunt. His tongue wiggled wildly up and down her pussy slit. He slipped her clit, sucked the clit into his mouth and bit lovingly, gently, lewdly.
Robbie reached behind Kelly and cupped her ass in his squeezing fingers. He kneaded Ted as he munched on her cunt.
Kelly was so excited by this impudent display of emotion, this act, that she ran her hand through Robbie's surfer-hair. She entwined her fingers in the long blonde curls and pulled his head tighter to her burning pussy. Robbie gobbled furiously.
Then Robbie did something amazing. He could feel the quiver slide through Kelly. He dropped his hands from her ass, pulled her panties off her feet, and took her down on the floor of the studio. He spread her legs wide and mounted her. Her pink miniskirt was crumpled above her waist. Her sweet tits pushed her sweater out. Robbie fucked his cock into her pussy.
"Oh, Robbie," she whispered.
He humped his hot prick to her. His ass pumped high and wide in a thumping stroke. He nailed Kelly on the floor. She loved the hot friction of his inflamed cock fucking her virgin pussy.
"I'm fuckin' you now!" he gasped.
"Yeah, I know you are," Kelly whispered. She moved her ass suggestively upon instinct, and that excited Robbie even more. His cock fucked in and out of her cunt. His balls banged her ass. Kelly threw her arms around his neck. Robbie slipped one free hand under her ass and hooked a finger up her asshole.
"Jeez, Robbie!" she gulped.
His hot up-and-down thrust thrilled Kelly. She was his, and, if he wanted to, he could fuck her all day there on the floor of the school's radio station.
"Go ahead, Robbie, fuck me!" she moaned. "If you insist on fucking me, then fuck me!"
"Kelly, honey," he panted.
"It's my first time," she whimpered. "I've never been this far before."
His cock fucked her pussy. His balls whacked her fantastic ass. Kelly felt sweeping pleasure flood through her. Every fiber of her body vibrated as she came deliciously.
His prick exploded. The cockhead expanded inside her cunt and spit out a thick cup of cream into Kelly's pussy. The load splashed into her in waves. She could feel the hot juice fill her up, and she liked the feeling.
"There's all kinds of juice going in me," she mumbled.
"I'm cummin'!" Robbie shouted.
"Oh, me too," Kelly sobbed. "Me too, Robbie!"
The Culture Club album ended and the needle stuck on the end of the record, making a whoosh-swoosh sound on the monitor. That was all that went out over the station.
Robbie fucked Kelly in time with the sound.
CHAPTER TWO
Kelly had tried out for majorette and was one of the four girls selected. She had been practicing baton since she was just a kid, and she was very accomplished with it. She had perfected several twirling tricks that none of the other girls could perform.
She was excited about performing at the football game that night between Plato and crosstown rival, Hegel High. She was attired in her tight white one-piece twirler's uniform. She wore white boots. There was gold stitching across the chest of the uniform and it pulled tight in a lascivious bulge between her legs.
A tall majorette hat sat on her pretty head. It was also stitched in gold and had a shiny black bill. A tight black chin-strap dimpled her lovely cheeks.
Kelly practiced her baton behind the bleachers with the other girls just before halftime of the game. There was some talk of a former baton-twirler named Tammy who the other girls said could do incredible things with her baton.
Kelly knew she was just about the best baton-twirler who had ever slicked the metal between her nimble fingers. Her baton twirled in a brilliant white flash. She tossed it high in the air, spread her legs, planted her boots, and caught it perfectly, then swirled it between her legs, behind her back and around to the front where she twisted it between hands in a flickering roll.
At halftime she looked alluring on the field performing this routine. The bright beams of the raised lights around the field spotlighted her in a stunning pose, hips pushed out, legs spread, boots set apart, the baton whirling in front of her.
The tall hat she wore enhanced the round cameo-cut of her pretty face. Just a hint of her brown bangs hung below the top of the hat.
Mr. Mitchell, Kelly's English teacher, sat in the stands ogling the young girl, thinking how he would give anything to take a pretty teenager like Kelly down, feel the fine lines of her tight, perfectly sculptured body, hold her close, let his hands explore the luxury of her ass.
But he knew, of course, that was utterly impossible. Derek Mitchell was thirty-seven years old and much too advanced to entertain such thoughts as he was having about Kelly.
Kelly wiggled her hips. She turned and bent over. Her ass humped high to the gawking eyes in the stands. Mr. Mitchell's cock thumped in his slacks and slid to an erection. The throbbing prick lifted into a hard roll against his pants.
Kelly rolled her ass as she bent over, legs apart, her baton on the ground. Mr. Mitchell thought about fucking her like that. What a sweet little bitch, he thought.
She picked up the baton in unison with the other twirlers, then flipped it in the air. The shining stick cart wheeled high and fell safely into her hand.
The crowd cheered.
Mr. Mitchell creamed his shorts.
After halftime, Mr. Mitchell buttoned his coat so the seeping fuck cream from his voyeuristic cum wouldn't show on the front of his slacks, then went behind the bleachers to get a cola. He purchased a large Coke, turned to leave the refreshment stand and almost bumped into Kelly.
"Oh, hi, Mr. Mitchell," the young girl said cheerfully.
"You were magnificent tonight, Kelly," Mr. Mitchell blurted.
Kelly was surprised by this compliment. She had had praise before, of course, but there was something in the way Mr. Mitchell said "magnificent" that jaded his platitude.
"Thank you, sir," she said.
"May I buy you a Coke?" he asked.
Kelly considered this a strange request coming from her teacher, but she nodded and took a big plastic cup from the attendant. She sipped slowly.
"Yes, you were absolutely stunning out there tonight, Kelly," Mr. Mitchell said.
"Well, I try to do good," Kelly said.
He led her away from the refreshment stand, down past the end of the bleachers, past the school buses from Hegel High, took her into a small grove of trees a few yards from one of the buses.
"What are we doing here, Mr. Mitchell?"
"I thought we'd take a walk and talk before the second half."
"Sure, that's real nice," Kelly offered.
They stood in a patch of moonlight that was ribboned by the branches of a tall tree. They sipped slowly on their Cokes. Mr. Mitchell wanted the beautiful girl so badly. He trembled from being so close to her.
Kelly was resplendent in her majorette outfit, the white material shining in the moonlight, her hat so cute on her pretty head.
Mr. Mitchell finished his Coke and tossed the cup away. He took Kelly's hand and squeezed.
"I like you very much," he whispered.
"Thank you, sir," Kelly said softly.
Mr. Mitchell, who had been at Plato High twelve years, who had never touched one of his students, who was beyond reproach academically, who was respected by his colleagues on the faculty, grabbed the young majorette, pulled her roughly to him and kissed her savagely.
It was a long, slobbering, sucking kiss. Kelly was so amazed, so surprised, she had no time to resist. She melted in her teacher's embrace.
His lean body pressed against Kelly. She felt that familiar thumping at her belly like when she had been in the radio station with Robbie. Mr. Mitchell had a hard-on and she could feel his prick boldly beating against her.
His fingers twitched at Kelly's ass. He cupped the divine curve of her asscheeks. He caressed those soft, gorgeous asscheeks. He kissed her lips wildly. Kelly finally pulled her mouth away.
Mr. Mitchell's hands clutched her ass tightly. He pushed, and Kelly's pussy ground lewdly against his thigh.
A soft whimper escaped from the beautiful majorette's bright red lips. Mr. Mitchell caressed her ass. His fingers tingled at the touch of the smooth firm curve. He pinched and pushed his fingers into the smooth satin of Kelly's white uniform.
"Oh, God, Kelly!" the teacher panted.
Kelly had that marvelous sinking feeling filling her stomach just like it did with Robbie. She shuddered with excitement and fright. The throbbing at her belly was maddening. Mr. Mitchell's prick was a full-blown hard-on.
"Sir, don't you think we should get back to the game?" Kelly said, realizing that they were only a few yards from the buses, the stands, the noise of the crowd.
Mr. Mitchell played a finger up and down the crack of Kelly's wonderful ass. She felt the pressure through her uniform.
"You're so beautiful," the man whispered. "So beautiful."
Indeed she was, attired in her white uniform, the white boots, the marching hat with the shiny black brim. Mr. Mitchell couldn't control himself. He slid a hand between himself and the girl and rubbed her pussy.
"Sir," Kelly said, the word dripping out of her mouth like sweet honey.
"God, I want you," Mr. Mitchell whimpered.
His fingers pressed into her soft cunt. Kelly shivered with a thrilling sensation. Mr. Mitchell buttoned her mouth with a hot kiss. His hand slid in and out at the crotch of Kelly's uniform, while he worked his other hand over the ripe, lush slopes of her sweet ass.
Kelly couldn't stand it. She broke panting from Mr. Mitchell's slobbering lips. "We shouldn't be doing this, Mr. Mitchell."
He placed her hand on his hot prick. Kelly trembled and gasped loudly when her fingers wrapped around the huge, pulsating prick. She pinched, and Mr. Kelly threw his head back and let out a long sigh.
Then his hands were all over her. He cuddled her tits, fondled them, rubbed her cunt hotly, rolled his hands over her ass and squeezed. He kissed her wildly.
Kelly clutched his cock while the man played with her. She was amazed by the length, the hard thickness. Finally Mr. Mitchell slipped his fingers in from the side at the crotch of Kelly's uniform. He yanked it all the way over to the other side and exposed her pretty brown pussy.
He stuck a finger in. With his other hand he unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and laid Kelly's hand along his prick.
"Oh, Mr. Mitchell, it's just so big," she moaned.
The teacher fucked his finger in and out of her dripping young pussy. "Big and hard for you, Kelly."
He rammed the bulbous head at her pussy. His finger slicked out and his cockhead slipped in.
"No, no, don't, sir!" Kelly yelped.
Mr. Mitchell humped down and spread his legs, so he looked the young girl in the eyes as he pressed his huge nine-inch cock at her cunt.
"Don't fuck me, sir. It wouldn't be right," Kelly sighed.
"I'll do anything if you'll let me fuck you," he said.
Kelly grabbed his cock and tried to pull his prickhead out of her pussy.
Mr. Mitchell shoved back in. "Anything," he repeated, "I'll do anything if you'll let me put my prick in your pussy like this and fuck you."
Kelly's head tilted back, and the majorette hat tilted with it, reflected in the moonlight. Mr. Mitchell humped his ass and pumped his cock into her cunt.
Kelly groaned. "You shouldn't do this, Mr. Mitchell."
But he did. He started a slow stroke. Kelly instinctively threw her arms around his shoulders. Mr. Mitchell put his hands behind her and cupped her beautiful ass.
"Just let me fuck you," he said hotly.
"I think you are, sir," Kelly answered, looking down, seeing the huge, thick prick plugged into her pussy. And there she stood, in her pretty uniform, her cap, her boots, the teacher fully dressed, his cock an iron bar jutting out of his fly into her pussy. Mr. Mitchell rocked back and forth on his heels as he drove his monster prick into the little pussy.
"It's too big, sir," she gulped.
"Oh, God, I love you," he panted.
"Don't fuck me so hard, sir!" Kelly whimpered.
He rammed his hard cock into her cunt. He fucked back and forth. He fucked his prick in and out. Then he came. Kelly hit her climax just as the flood of jizz deluged her pussy.
"Oh, shit!" he cried.
"Sir, sir, sir!" Kelly sobbed, her words trailing off in a long whimper.
Kelly and Mr. Mitchell glittered in the bright moonlight. Their bodies rocked together. The man's big, long cock smashed relentlessly into the girl's pussy and creamed her cunt with waves of cum.
Kelly's majorette hat jiggled on top of her head. She threw her head back in a tremulous shudder. The black rim of the hat glimmered in the moonshine. Her mouth hung open. Her breathing was coming in quick short gasps.
Mr. Mitchell clutched Kelly's ass and fucked his prick in and out of her cunt. The intoxicating squirm of her climax tingled.
She swung her head from side to side, the hat almost tipping off, and cried, "Fuck me!"
This blatant cry stirred Mr. Mitchell's cock, and he continued drilling Kelly's cunt in a precision slip-and-slide motion, fucking the hard prick up into the sweet young lass.
He had shot his wad, but he kept fucking Kelly. She went limp and clung to his neck with entwined fingers for balance. Mr. Mitchell held her ass tightly so she wouldn't fall. He shoved his sticky prick deeper into her wet pussy.
"No more, sir, oh, please, no more!" Kelly sobbed.
"Just a few more minutes, honey," the teacher panted.
His prick made a slurping, slicking sound as he fucked in and out of Kelly's hot little cunt. She was weak in his arms. He finally had to grab her around the waist and hold her as he fucked his sticky cock into her.
"That's enough, sir," Kelly sobbed. Tears streamed from her eyes. She was in an exquisite ecstasy. She wanted him to stop, because she thought she might faint.
"Just a couple more minutes, Kelly. Let me fuck you a little longer."
Kelly held on around his neck as Mr. Mitchell fucked his prick into her pussy in quick short strokes. Kelly felt a glow race through her.
"Sir, it's so big. So much of that juice is in me."
True. Thick strings of cum were oozing down her thighs. A gob of goop splashed on the toe of her white boot.
"I wanna fuck some more juice in ya," the man said.
"Oh, no, sir. You can't!"
"Yes," he gasped, and he poked hard. His prick punched Kelly's pussy in a frenzy.
"God, sir, I'm so hot," Kelly babbled.
She came again. Her body shook and smoldered. Mr. Mitchell's huge prick fucked her pussy. A flush of jizz shot into her. He fucked hard and fast. His cock erupted. Big chunks of fuck cream spat from the cockhead into Kelly's cunt.
"Oh, mister!" Kelly cried. She fucked her sweet thin hips in a slow lewd grind. She pushed at his hammering cock. She loved the way his prick showered her pussy with the warm, sticky fuck cream.
"Kelly, you sweet thing," the teacher groaned.
"Fuck that stuff in me, sir," Kelly blurted. "Fuck the juice in me!"
They fucked off together, shuddering, shaking, and Kelly blushed with excitement. She felt helplessly into Mr. Mitchell's arms, panting.
"I have to get back to the game, sir," she gulped.
He pulled his cock out of her pussy and zipped up his pants. "That was so nice, Kelly," he whispered.
"You said you'd do anything if I let you fuck me, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes I did."
"I'd like an A in English, sir."
"Consider it done, my sweet darling," he said. He tipped her chin, and kissed her lightly, then disappeared through the trees.
Kelly stood there with cum dripping down her thighs.
"Make that an A-plus, sir," she called after the teacher.
CHAPTER THREE
It was Monday morning after the weekend football game, and Kelly looked sensational in a tight, slick pair of jeans that hugged her willowy young body like a wet towel. They cupped and cradled her ass. She wore a tight pink sweater that bottomed right at the top of the jeans. A creamy swath of her tight belly showed between the sweater and the jeans.
Kelly had on a pair of low, pink heels, and her hair was parted in the middle with bangs across her forehead and the rest of her brown hair swept over the top into two ponytails that dangled at the sides of her pretty face. The ponytails were tied with bright-pink ribbons. She was radiant in her youthful beauty, a delightful, juicy, bewitching teenager.
The boys in the hall stopped as if they'd had a shot of Novocaine, turned, and craned their necks as Kelly walked by to peer at her exceptional ass, her adorable body.
She liked their fuck-hot stares. She had never had boys gawk at her before. But, ever since she had matured over the summer and entered Plato High, she had been receiving more and more admiring glances. Though she would never admit it to anyone, those freaky stares pleased her very much.
"Boy, you're sure getting the looks," Kelly heard a voice chuckle as Judy McCloud stepped in beside her. Judy was a junior at Plato High and a popular cheerleader. Kelly had met her briefly at the afternoon practices, when the band, the twirlers, and the cheerleaders went through their routines.
Judy was a fully developed blonde. She had lush ripe hips, pretty legs, a flat belly, and enormous tits for her age. She bragged that they were a perfect thirty-six-C. Huge!
Judy, in contrast to Kelly, had a classic square-cut face, and she wore her long, blonde hair in a sweeping pull, letting it fall lazily down on her shoulders.
"So are you," Kelly said.
"Oh, they like my tits ... just like they like your ass. Look, here comes Mike Wheaton. Watch, I'll bet he turns around and looks at my tits, then your ass."
Mike passed them in the hall. He gazed hotly at Judy's tits, then Kelly turned as he passed and caught him glancing over his shoulder at her ass.
"See what I mean?" Judy said.
"Uh-huh," Kelly agreed.
"I like to turn 'em on, how 'bout you?"
"Well, I don't know, I've never thought about it," Kelly said.
"Oh, come on, sure you have." Judy had on a black miniskirt and a tight white sweater and wore slat-flat sandals. "Oh, God! Here comes Robbie MacDonald. He's such a hunk."
Kelly saw the handsome young lad approach them. She thought about that moment with him on the floor of the radio station when he had fucked her.
"I'd do anything for him," Judy said.
Kelly certainly wanted to get in good with Judy, since she was one of the most popular girls in school. She thought about telling Judy about her hot fuck with Robbie, but suddenly Robbie was in front of them, stopping them in the hall.
"Where you girls going?" he asked.
"To class, Robbie, I've got geography with Mr. Reed," Kelly said.
"Aw, why don't you girls cut class? We can go to the radio station and listen to records."
* * *
At the radio station, Robbie took Judy and Kelly into the music library, and they put the new Pat Benatar album on the turntable.
When the LP slipped to a slow cut, Robbie said, "Who wants to dance?"
"I will," Judy quickly offered.
Robbie pulled her close and they swayed together in the middle of the room. Her big, juicy tits mashed against the young boy's chest. His cock leapt in his jeans. His prick spiked against Judy. She rolled her ass and pushed her pussy on his thigh.
Kelly watched the lewd scene and got hot. Robbie dropped his hands and caressed Judy's ass. They stopped dancing. Robbie kissed her. Judy kissed him back. Their tongues dueled in a spitty slither. Judy reached for Robbie's prick, found the bulging cockshaft and squeezed. Robbie whimpered in a rush of hot breath.
He slipped his hand under Judy's black miniskirt, drew his fingers along her thigh, punched them between her legs and touched her pussy.
Robbie shook with excitement. Having the good-looking blonde holding his prick sent shivers shooting along his spine. "Take my cock out, will you, Judy?"
"Sure," she purred, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his hard prick.
She touched the cockhead.
"Jeez, Robbie," she whispered.
Then she knelt before the boy in her white tit-swelling sweater and black miniskirt, and ducked her head in on the plum-head of Robbie's cock.
Judy licked the stiff erection along the side, up around the top, down the other side to the base, then under to his balls where she wiggled her tongue in a tickle that made Robbie shudder and sigh loudly. Her tongue was like magic as it flew over the boy's hot prick. She twiddled against the tip, a wild little wiggle right on his cockhead. Then she slicked his prick into her mouth, sealed her lips to the stalk, and sucked.
Kelly's pussy was dripping in her panties, she was so hot. Robbie was staring at her. She stared back, enraptured by the possessed look on his face as Judy's head popped in and out on his cock.
"Finger-fuck your pussy, Kelly," he said.
Kelly pushed her hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through her tight jeans. A zither of delight ripped through her.
Kelly wished she could be as brazen, as uninhibited as Judy. Judy was up for anything anytime, and there she was, just sucking away on Robbie's big prick.
Kelly rubbed faster on her pussy.
The door banged open. Mr. Piper, the communications teacher, walked into the room. He stopped quickly, surprised and amazed at the action taking place in the record library.
Mr. Piper didn't know how to react. He stood there for a moment considering the scene before him. He had just come to Plato High to advise the radio station and teach journalism and communications. He was thirty-nine, an ex-DJ with a master's degree, and had had his share of hot sex in his day, but the sight of Judy sucking Robbie's prick, the sight of Kelly sitting on a chair, her legs spread, rubbing her cunt through her jeans, filled the man with a feverish passion.
Judy slopped Robbie's cock out of her mouth, held the dripping prick, and turned to look at Mr. Piper.
Silence filled the room as the LP finished the final cut.
"Don't stop on account of me," Mr. Piper said, finally.
Judy gave him a puzzled look, licked Robbie's cock as she continued looking at the teacher, and murmured, "Really, Mr. Piper, can we?"
Mr. Piper walked to where Kelly was sitting. He reached between her legs, fingered her cunt, and said, "Yes, by all means, continue."
Kelly's eyebrows arched as she looked up into the handsomeness of Mr. Piper's face. Her mouth fell open as she saw his hot smile, the blaze of passion in his eyes. Then she looked down and watched the teacher rub her pussy through the light denim.
"Take me down, Robbie," Judy said.
Robbie unbuckled his jeans and took them down around his tennis shoes. He knelt with Judy on the floor. They kissed. His cock slap ped against her black skirt. He pulled the skirt up over her white panties. He dipped his hand in her panties and fingered Judy's cunt.
He pushed her back on the floor. Her skirt hiked up above her waist. He tore her panties as he tried to pull them off. He was in a frenzy. He got Judy's panties off, threw them across the room and lowered himself over the pretty schoolgirl. His cock snapped at her pussy. He fucked forward and the cockhead slicked into the ripe softness.
"Whew, jeez!" Judy whispered.
Robbie humped his naked ass as he fucked his cock deep into her blonde cunt.
Mr. Piper's fingers tickled Kelly's crotch. He unzipped her fly and pulled them open to reveal her pretty pink panties.
Kelly looked delicious splayed on the chair in her pink sweater, her perfect bangs, her pink heels, with her jeans peeled open. Mr. Piper tugged them down and took them off. She sat prettily in her pink panties and pink sweater. He quickly knelt between her legs and kissed along her young thighs.
"Oh, God!" he panted. He finally rubbed Kelly's pussy through the panties.
She squirmed on the chair. A shock of delight bolted through her. She liked the play of his fingers on her panties. Her pussy creamed even more and the fuck juice seeped through the pink nylon.
Mr. Piper ducked in and kissed her crotch. He licked her panties slowly, with long slurping laps of his wet, thick tongue.
"Oh, Mr. Piper," Kelly sighed.
He sucked her panties wildly.
"Oh, don't suck my panties off, sir!" Kelly whimpered. "Oh, uh, uh, you're suckin' on my panties."
Robbie and Judy fucked furiously on the floor. His ass humped and bumped as his cock fucked in and out of Judy's pussy. He squeezed her enormous teenage tits as he fucked her. Judy wiggled beneath him, swishing her ass on the hard floor, eager to get as much cock as she could.
Mr. Piper chewed on Kelly's panties and finally whipped them down her fine legs and took them off. Now her attractive pussy was exposed to him. The mats of brown hair were slick and wet, coiled back against the soft skin there.
He kissed her cunt tenderly.
Kelly ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her cunt. He licked voraciously at the softness, sent his tongue quivering up and down Kelly's pussy slit. A tingle of delight sizzled from her pussy down her legs. She spread her legs wide and slid down on the edge of the chair.
Mr. Piper put his hands under her adorable ass, lifted her asscheeks off the chair and feasted wildly on Kelly's pussy.
Judy threw her legs around Robbie's naked ass as he fucked his hot prick into her pussy.
"Fuck me, Robbie!" she cried.
"Judy, Judy, Judy," the boy whined.
She smiled, threw her arms around his neck and pushed her ass off the floor. She ground her ass in a lazy circular motion, fucked Robbie's hot cock as he swung in the saddle, his balls banging and swinging against her ass and thighs. He came.
The boy stiffened, then attacked Judy with hot rabbit-like fuck-strokes. He fucked his cock in and out of her cunt faster and faster as loads of cum splashed into her pussy.
Judy felt him cum, felt the hot rush of the fuck cream spilling into her cunt.
"Fuck my cunt!" she hollered. Judy wriggled wildly under him, shaking her head from side to side as she too climaxed. She thumped her ass up and down on the floor to meet the hot, spurting prick.
He fell on top of her, his cock still squirting, still fucking at her cunt. Judy went into a wild shudder as she reached the top of her climax and slid over the edge in a sweet ecstasy.
Mr. Piper licked, sucked, nibbled on Kelly's pussy. He still had her ass clutched and held her high as he ate her crotch. Then he stood up, unzipped his fly, reached in and yanked out his cock. Kelly eyed the bulging apple-red cockhead, the long prickshaft. His cock was at least eight inches long.
Mr. Piper dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles, fell to his knees between Kelly's legs and fisted his prick. He pointed the cockhead at her little pussy. His prick spat a tear of cum that splattered on the brown thatch of cunt hair and clung there. Then he rubbed the big cockhead up and down the rubbery slick slit of Kelly's cunt.
The head of Mr. Piper's cock was unusually large, big and round like a tennis ball. Kelly stared as the man moved his prick over her sopping pussy slit.
"You can't put that thing in me," she whispered.
"I won't if you don't want me to, Kelly."
"It's too big on the end."
The teacher just kept maneuvering the head of his cock up and down, brushing Kelly's pussy as his fist pulled in and out on his hot, pulsing prick.
"It's such a big boner," the little girl said.
But she liked the ripples of delight that went through her as he jacked his cockhead against her wet pussy. He rubbed slowly, gently up and down, round and round, screwing the lips of her cunt, but not actually penetrating.
"God, look at that," Judy said as Robbie rolled off her on to the floor. He was breathing heavily. "Mr. Piper's rubbing his cock on Kelly's pussy."
Robbie looked over to the hot sight. "Jeez!"
Mr. Piper pushed, and the head of his cock punched into Kelly's cunt.
"Ow!" she gasped. "Oh, no, Mr. Piper. It hurts!"
He gave her just the cockhead.
"Oh, no, sir. It's ... it ... hurts ... it's oh, ah, ah!" Kelly babbled as the teacher pushed in deeper.
He fucked the girl slowly, his humping ass driving just the tip of his cock into her pussy.
Robbie crawled between Judy's legs and kissed her wet, slurpy cunt.
"Oh, shit, Robbie!" she wailed.
"You're fuckin' me, Mr. Piper!" Kelly whimpered.
"Not if you don't want me to," he said.
She moved her hips off the chair, pushed up to the fat cock, and Mr. Piper fucked in farther.
"Oh, God! Not that much, mister!" Kelly cried.
But the hot throbbing of the teacher's prick in her pussy made the young girl glow all over. The teacher brought his hands to her tits and fondled them through the thin, pink sweater. He pinched and squeezed.
As he did that, he fucked his cock in and out of her pussy, giving her a full five inches.
"Oh, no you can't. You are, though, aren't you ... you're putting your big prick in me!"
"Jesus Christ!" Judy hissed. "Look at that. Mr. Piper's fucking Kelly."
Indeed, he was. His cock was like marble as he fucked in and out of the young girl's little pussy.
Kelly was too busy to notice. She was watching the slip and slide of Mr. Piper's prick fucking back and forth. She sat spread on the chair in her pink sweater, her eyes on the hot prick she was getting. She felt weak. Ripples of ecstatic pleasure zipped through her. She shivered and shook on the chair.
She eyed the thick hair from his belly button spreading down to the base of his thick cock. She watched how he humped in and out. Then their eyes met, teacher and student. Kelly's big brown eyes were wide. Mr. Piper's eyes were fuck-hot.
"You sweet darling," he whispered.
"Mr. Piper," Kelly sighed.
Judy, having floated through a climax, got off the floor. "I wanna watch this," she said. She pulled her skirt down and walked over to Kelly's chair. "God, that looks fantastic."
Mr. Piper looked her over. "Pull up your skirt," he said.
Judy hiked her skirt up over her dripping pussy. Mr. Piper hooked a finger in her cunt.
"Jesus, it's so wet," he whispered.
"He's fuckin' you, Kelly, and finger-fuckin' me!"
Mr. Piper's cock fucked deep into Kelly's pussy, and the big prickhead blossomed. Kelly could feel the swelling. Then there was a quick explosion. Cum spilled into Kelly.
"Jeez, your prick is squirtin'!" Kelly yelled.
Then she came. The grip of her climax took her, bolted her up straight on the chair as the teacher fucked his cock harder and faster into her pussy.
"Shit!" Kelly cried. "Oh, shit, sir!"
"Cum, Kelly," he panted. "Come on and cum!"
"I am, uh, uh, oh, oooo, whew." Her hot gasps tailed off in a long, low, breathy sigh.
Mr. Piper fucked as much cock in her cunt as he could. He shuddered with the thrill of fucking the young girl. His prick flooded cream into her pussy.
Mr. Piper flushed his load and fell back, his cock slipping out of Kelly's pussy. He still had a finger in Judy's cunt, but had stopped diddling her as he came.
"Jeez! That was something!" Judy mumbled.
Kelly's beautiful body heaved up and down as she leaned back on the chair. She gulped air.
Thick, white fuck cream dripped from her brown-haired pussy.
Mr. Piper stood up. He couldn't help himself. The sight of Judy in her skirt and sweater, the skirt up over her blonde pussy and the pulled-up sweater showing her big tits, made him hot again. He grabbed the young lass and pulled her to him. He kissed her furiously.
His finger fucked in and out of her pussy. Kelly watched them. Mr. Piper's free hand clutched at the girl's enormous young tits.
Robbie got up and came over to the threesome. Kelly stirred on the chair. She didn't know what to do, but she didn't have to worry.
Mr. Piper said, "Get up, Kelly."
She got off the chair and he sat down, his pants and shorts still a mess around his feet. He pulled Judy over on top of him. She straddled his legs and sat on his thighs. Mr. Piper's cock had popped back to an erection and stood up like a pipe. Judy fisted his prick.
"Fuck me, Judy," the man said.
"On top of you, Mr. Piper?"
"Yes, like this." He lifted her up. His cock pointed at her and wobbled. He pushed his prick to Judy's pussy.
"Now push down," he said.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Judy gasped as she glided down on the huge cock. "Holy shit!"
"Now, Kelly, over here by me," Mr. Piper said.
Kelly, still in her pink sweater and the shiny pink heels, stood beside the chair. Mr. Piper craned his head to one side and mashed his face to her pussy.
"Ooooo," Kelly mumbled.
Judy started a slow grind on the teacher's stiff prick. She liked being on top, being in control. She smiled, watched the man eat at Kelly's pussy as she fucked up and down on his towering cock.
Robbie came over behind Kelly with his cock rigid and hot. He rubbed the prickhead against her creamy asscheeks. He humped down and pushed the stalk of his prick at the crack of her ass. He lifted his cock in, as if putting a weenie in a bun.
"Not in there," Kelly whimpered, "not in my butt!" The prick was hot and thumped as she squeezed her asscheeks.
The boy's prick rested straight in the crack of Kelly's ass, thumping, hot. She squeezed her gorgeous asscheeks on Robbie's cock.
"I love your ass," the lad sighed.
"She does have a good ass," Judy moaned as she fucked up and down on Mr. Piper's hot cock. She rode his prick like a rodeo cowgirl turning the barrel race. She took all nine inches in her sweet pussy.
Mr. Piper munched on Kelly's delicious cunt. As he sucked and chewed, he thought her pussy was just like a hot buttered muffin. The image thrilled him. He gobbled wildly on the child's crotch.
"Oh, jeez, this is drivin' me nuts!" Kelly sobbed.
A sizzle swept up and down her body. Robbie fucked his cock up and down the crack of her ass, humping lewdly from a hunched-down position behind the girl.
He finally fisted his cockshaft and drove the flaming prickhead at Kelly's asshole.
"Oh, no ... not my butt!" she yelped. "Oh, Jesus, not up my butt! Robbie's got his prick up my butt!"
Of course this was what the boy had wanted to do since the first day he'd seen Kelly. Now he had the tip of his cock where he wanted.
"Up my shitter!" Kelly yelled.
"Yeah," Robbie whimpered.
"Oh, shit, you guys, this is far out. Too freakin' ... fuckin' ... far out!" Judy howled. She bucked on the knobby cock Mr. Piper offered her. He humped and pumped his hips off the chair, trying to keep time to Judy's wild bouncing.
"This is the true art of communication," Mr. Piper gulped, pulling back from Kelly's cunt for breath. He gasped, choked, took two big long deep breaths, then dove back down on the girl's pussy.
Robbie smashed his prick up Kelly's asshole. Judy fucked outrageously on top of Mr. Piper.
"True communication," Judy mumbled. She threw her arms around Mr. Piper's head and pulled the man's face off Kelly's cunt. "You stop eating that girl's pussy right now, Mr. Piper." She leaned in and planted a kiss on the man's cum-soaked lips. She squished her lips away from Mr. Piper's and groaned, "I want you to suck my tits."
The man lifted her sweater, dipped into her bra and lifted her stupendous teenage tits out over the top. They were so big for her age, so ripe and luscious looking, so round, the nipples so hard. Mr. Piper gobbled at them like an insane animal. He licked and sucked from one to the other, holding, squeezing, fondling.
Judy held on as she fucked him with one arm around Mr. Piper's neck. She stuck her right arm out and slipped a finger in Kelly's cunt.
"Jeez, Judy!" Kelly gasped.
Robbie humped his squirting prick farther into Kelly's asshole.
Kelly had never felt this pleasure before. She'd never even dreamed of it, never fantasized it, never even considered the possibility of having her ass fucked. But Robbie was fucking her ass, and Kelly liked it. She put her hands on her knees, bent over, replaced Judy's finger with her own, and wiggled, rolled, screwed her glorious ass back at the panting boy.
"Put your prick up my shithole!" Kelly sobbed.
"Oh, Mr. Piper," Judy gulped. "You're eating my tits. I like the way you do that, sir."
Anyone would have. The man lipped her tits. Judy rode him as he brought her to a bubbling passion. Her ass slammed up and down on the man's thighs. She fucked him with a piggish hunger.
Kelly came. Robbie's fucking prick zipped her into a delightful frenzy. She fucked her finger in and out of her cunt furiously. The boy's cock unleashed a sweet river of fuck cream up her asshole.
"Oh, no!" Kelly yelled. "He's shooting off in my ass!"
Judy choked. She bucked on Mr. Piper's prick as he banged-up and pumped a prime load of cum into her pussy.
"Kelly," Robbie sighed. "Your ass ... your ass ... I love your ass!"
Mr. Piper grabbed Judy by the hips as he came. He lifted his sucking lips off her tits and threw his head back, and Judy covered his mouth with a smoldering kiss. They kissed hotly as they crested to the shuddering top of their climax, and then Mr. Piper fell back on the chair. His chest heaved. His breaths came in short pants.
"Yes, my children," he gulped. "Yes, this is the art of true communication."
CHAPTER FOUR
Kelly had on her, pretty majorette uniform, the slick white costume, so thin and sleek to her body. She looked darling with the tall hat with the shiny black rim strapped to her dimpled chin. Her bangs hung down under the brim of the hat. They lay straight across her forehead.
Her white marching boots were freshly polished and gleamed a brilliant white. The gold stitching on the chest of her little uniform was lifted by the push of her teen queen tits.
She carried her baton and walked with Judy who was attired in her cheerleader's outfit. Judy was a vision of sweet teen delight. She wore her long blonde hair combed straight back, slick to her head, tied in a tight orange bow, which sent it sailing in a pretty ponytail down her neck and back.
Her fabulous tits, so round and big, pushed proudly, at a tight orange sweater. The sweater was sculpted to the tits, to her body, just barely meeting her black cheerleading skirt, which was shockingly short, high on her thighs in orange inverted pleats.
She wore orange knee socks and black tennis shoes. Her ponytail bobbed, her chubby ass wiggled seductively as she walked beside Kelly.
Heads turned. The boys gawked. Some of the boys who gazed at their adorable loveliness silently gave thanks that they could be in the same school with two such extraordinary girls.
"So, you've heard about Tammy, huh?" Judy asked.
"Yes, lots of kids mention her name," Kelly said.
"She was a twirler here for a few years. I guess she graduated or transferred. They say she was really lewd, in fact I heard the word 'lewd' became trendy during the time she was here."
"Why?"
"You haven't heard the story?"
"No," Kelly said.
"Well, they say she used to fuck her baton."
"What?" Kelly exclaimed, twirling her baton slowly in her fingers, eyeing it with a new fascination.
"Fucked herself, stuck her baton in her pussy and fucked."
"Jeez!" Kelly whispered.
The two girls had two hours to kill before the Friday night football game. Judy nudged Kelly with her elbow. "Wanna try fucking the baton?"
"Oooo, jeez, you wanna?"
"Yeah, shit, I'd like to fuck that thing," Judy breathed hotly.
The girls skipped down a flight of stairs to the restroom. They entered, and Judy pushed into a toilet stall with Kelly. She latched the lock.
Judy pulled up her cheerleading skirt, whipped the short pleats up over her white bloomers, grabbed the tip of Kelly's baton, pulled it down, leveled the rubber tip at her pussy and screwed her hips at the hard knob.
Judy held the pleated skirt with one hand and the baton with the other. She bumped her cunt against the white knob.
"You hold it for me," Judy said.
Kelly held the baton, and Judy pulled her white, tight undies down just above her knees. She clutched the dangling baton, brought the rubber nub to her pussy and rubbed up and down on her juicy cunt lips. She spread her feet on the floor. She leaned back against the side wall of the toilet stall and slowly screwed the rubber ball at the end of the baton into her cunt.
"God, Judy that's lewd," Kelly whispered.
"Now you," Judy said. She grabbed the baton with both hands and waited while Kelly unzipped her majorette uniform in the back, peeled it down her lithe body and let it droop from her thighs. Kelly clasped the dangling end of the baton, grabbed the coat hook with her other hand, held on, spread her legs and jammed the baton in her pussy.
"Ooooo!" she slowly cooed.
Judy rocked her hips slowly. Kelly caught the rhythm.
"I can't believe we're fuckin' a baton," Kelly said.
"I like the way you push into me," Judy gulped.
The two lovely schoolgirls steamed the toilet stall. Judy fucked back at Kelly. Kelly fucked Judy. They fucked the baton, connecting them like a shining lightning rod. The lean metal slicked in and out of their cunts.
"The knob feels good in my pussy," Judy said.
"I know!" Kelly whimpered.
"Faster!" Judy yipped.
Kelly humped her fine ass, hung on with one hand to the coat-hook on the door, rolled her hips, thumped them out and sent the baton slicking into Judy's cunt. Judy responded by throwing her ass back at the thrust, then slid back with a bump and fucked Kelly.
Kelly had had so many new wonderful experiences lately. She had loved the way Robbie fucked her ass, and now she thrilled to the slippery slide of the shiny baton that Judy fucked into her pussy.
Judy beamed. She fucked faster at the baton. She felt the fervor of her climax strike her as if there were electricity in the baton. She threw her head back. A glorious look of delight creased her beautiful face.
Kelly was halfway through the shuddering swell of pleasure that had cornered her. She hung onto the door-hook, undulated her hips wildly at the fucking baton and slithered into the final crescendo of her orgasm.
"You cummin'?" Judy panted.
"Yeah, I'm cummin'," Kelly gasped.
"Oh, me too. Me too!" Judy yelped.
* * *
The girls fixed their pretty faces in the mirror. Judy applied a red lipstick and rouged her cheeks with a light red. She retied the orange ribbon on her ponytail.
Kelly slicked on a thick pink lip gloss. She touched a blush of burnt-orange rouge to her lovely cheeks, fixed her majorette hat, snapped the chin strap in place, and pulled at the crotch of the uniform, setting it in place.
Caroline Maxwell pushed through the door of the restroom. She was a plump student and also a cheerleader at Plato High. Her plumpness was at the point where it only made her more attractive, luscious, ripe, juicy. A couple more pounds would have ruined the effect.
She had long black hair parted in the middle and split in two little ponytails that jutted off the sides of her head. She also wore the delicious orange and black cheerleader's uniform.
Caroline had a round face, full lips, nice legs, and a big round ass that showed lewdly against the tight little skirt she wore. Her tits were plump and round.
"I've been looking for you guys," Caroline said.
"Well, so now you found us," Judy said tartly.
Kelly was washing the tips of her baton with soap and water. "You ready for the game tonight?"
"I've got all the routines down," Caroline smiled, looked at herself in the mirror and was satisfied with her cute face.
The three girls left the toilets.
During the first half of the game, Judy and Caroline looked delightful with the line of other cheerleaders on the field, wiggling to the band music, jumping in splits, their tiny black skirts skipping up over the white bloomers. Judy liked to show off her tights and made several efforts to do so, and when she turned her back to the crowd in one routine that required her hands on her knees, bent over, she exaggerated the movement, winding her hips in a slow swirl as the black skirt pulled up to reveal the cups of her ass.
Judy was a show-off. It thrilled her to act sexy in front of so many people. She saw the hot stares from the male students, saw the hot eyes of the older men. She saw Mr. Piper in the stands paying extra attention to her. She smiled coyly at him when their eyes met. He winked at her.
A tingle went up her legs, and she wished she could pull up her skirt and whip down her panties and show the whole damn crowd her pretty blonde cunt. That was what she really thought about as she kept time with the other girls to the school song.
At halftime, Kelly took the field. She didn't even know what exhibitionism meant, but she didn't have to. Her twirling movements were so unconsciously lewd that she caused the cocks in the stands to leap in trembling tribute to her magnificent beauty.
Kelly threw the baton high in the air. It cartwheeled and glittered in the reflection of the bright lights. It plummeted down and she caught it gracefully in a full spin, twirled it out in front of her, brought it between her legs, around behind her back, tossed it high again, caught it, rolled her hips in time to the band music, and ended her routine with her head high, the majorette hat prim and proper, her leg in a high strut.
The crowd cheered. Cocks creamed.
Kelly went to the refreshment stand after her performance, and Mr. Mitchell was waiting for her.
He bought her a Coke and whispered, "Why don't you meet me over in the trees?"
"Oh, sir, I can't," Kelly blurted. The last time she had gone with Mr. Mitchell to the trees she missed the whole second half of the football game and had received rebuke from Mr. Higgins, the bandleader.
"My car is parked back over there in the parking lot," Mr. Mitchell said, "meet me there for just a minute or two."
"Well, for just a minute," Kelly said.
Mr. Mitchell pointed at the big LTD sitting in the lot a half block from the stands. Mr. Mitchell took off across the yard and headed for his car. Kelly sipped her Coke, and, when no one was looking, she ambled toward the parking lot. She walked up to the LTD and the door on the side flung open. She slid in beside Mr. Mitchell. The English teacher pulled her quickly to him and kissed her.
Her majorette hat slapped back against the top of the seat as the man mashed his lips to her sweet pink lips. His hand slipped immediately to her smooth thighs. He touched her skin, just his fingertips, and he felt a shiver of excitement race along his arm. He plunged his hand into her crotch and rubbed Kelly's cunt.
She pulled away from Mr. Mitchell's sucking lips. "Oh, sir, not in the car like this," she whispered.
Mr. Mitchell grabbed her hand and placed it on his hard-on, which was popping up against his tan slacks. Kelly palmed along the stalk.
"Wow!" she cooed. The man really had a hard-on and that impressed Kelly. She fingered along the length of the cockshaft. Mr. Mitchell unzipped his pants and yanked out his cock. His prick wobbled hotly into Kelly's hands. She fluted her fingers up and down the hard thriller.
"Sir, this cock is hard!" Kelly gasped.
Mr. Mitchell's hungry hands were on Kelly's tits. He kissed her neck. His hands fluttered all over her delicious body.
"I need to fuck you," the teacher panted.
Kelly squeezed his cock. A thick goop of cream spilled out over the prickhead and foamed down the side, as if a glass of beer had too big a head and the white bubbles were gliding down the side of the glass. Big sloppy gobs of cream spit from the bulbous head, steamed along the stalk, trickled over Kelly's knuckles. She pumped her hand on the big thick prick.
"Yeah, sweetheart, jack my cock."
"Sir, we don't have much time, I have to get back, or Mr. Higgins will be very angry with me.
Mr. Mitchell pulled the zipper down on the back of Kelly's uniform.
"No, sir, not in the car, please! Someone could catch us doing this!"
The young girl so excited the man that he came. His cock simply bulged and blasted out a load of jizz, just as if someone had shaken up a bottle of 7-UP, held his thumb over the top, then let go, and the soda sprayed out. Sprinkles of fuck cream jetted at Kelly. Her hand was soaking wet. She caught a splat of cum on her cheek. The man's hand slid in the side of her crotch, inside the uniform, and he hooked a finger in Kelly's cunt, and sawed it fast and furious in a wild finger-fucking.
Kelly came instantly. She shook wildly. She pumped his cock.
"Sir, this cock ... my cunt ... oh, uh, uh, ooooh!" she gasped.
"Kelly, darling, darling," the man mumbled, as his huge prick sprayed cum all over the front seat of his LTD.
"Don't forget, sir," she whispered. "I get an A in your class."
"An A-plus, Kelly," the man sighed, and he fell back on the seat, spent, satisfied, madly in love with the young majorette.
CHAPTER FIVE
After the game, Kelly, Judy and Caroline were walking back to the school house, when Mr. Piper drove by in his car. He stopped. "Hi, girls, where you headed?"
"Nowhere," Judy was quick to reply.
"I only live down the street a block, the big white house. I have the top floor. If you'd like to come over, and if you won't tell anyone, we can drink a six-pack."
"Sure, Mr. Piper, that sounds good," Judy said.
The man drove off and Caroline turned to Judy. "Are you serious? Go to a teacher's place and drink beer? God, where's your brains, we could get in trouble for that."
"Aw, don't be a pain in the ass, Caroline," Judy said.
Kelly was reserved as usual, but ready to go if the girls decided to. She fingered her baton as they walked along.
When they got to Mr. Piper's house, they snuck up the back stairs to the top part of the house. Mr. Piper let them in, and they were surprised to find Mr. Mitchell there also. He smiled at Kelly. She thought about the hand-job she'd given him at halftime.
"Come in, girls," Mr. Piper said. He popped the tops on three cans of beer and offered them to the girls. They sipped and walked into the living room with the men.
Mr. Mitchell unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick. He wanted Kelly. His eyes locked with hers. His cock thumped to a ten-inch erection.
Caroline gasped, covered her mouth with her hand, dropped her beer, and jumped back. Mr. Mitchell's cock was stiff, shiny, the big prickhead like a red ball. Mr. Mitchell fisted the stalk of his prick and pointed that big cockhead at Kelly.
"Oh, God!" Caroline gulped.
"That thing is big, wow!" Judy exclaimed.
The two cheerleaders, in their cute orange and black outfits, stood in awe of the quavering cock. Mr. Piper slipped up behind Kelly and unzipped the back of her majorette uniform and pulled it down, slid it slowly along her body, over the hump of her gorgeous ass, and the uniform fell around her boots. She shook it off with one foot. Kelly stood nude except for her hat and her white boots.
"Goddamn!" Mr. Mitchell panted as he drank in the pure beauty of her young, well-sculptured body, her pretty face, those delicious suckette lips. He shivered in a quiver of excitement.
"I gotta go, you guys," Caroline fussed.
"Wait, wait!" Mr. Mitchell called. He caught her by the arm and brought her hand to his swelling cock.
Caroline felt the marble hardness of the steaming prick. The erection thumped to a bigger, more frightening dimension at the touch of the young girl's fingers.
Mr. Mitchell took the plump girl in his arms and kissed her. He slid his hand up under her skirt from behind and ran his palm over the white tights underneath, caressing her juicy ass.
Caroline broke away from his wild kiss. "Oh, no! No, I can't do this."
"Yes, you can," Judy said. She went to the couple and pulled up her own black skirt with the orange inverted pleats and showed off her panties. "You wanna get in there, Mr. Mitchell?"
Of course he did. He plunged his hand inside the white bloomers and buttonholed Judy's cunt with a hot finger.
"I'm having a party in my panties, and your hand is the only thing invited," Judy said.
Caroline was excited by Judy's boldness. She held onto Mr. Mitchell's cock. He slipped his hand under Caroline's skirt and dipped into her panties, so that he stood with a hand in each girl's pussy.
Mr. Piper dropped down behind Kelly and lovingly kissed the cheeks of her splendid ass. His tongue slobbered over the girl's ass. He slowly fluttered his tongue up and down her ass-crack.
The tongue slithering the crack of her ass made Kelly delirious. "Oooh," she sighed loudly. "Oh, that tonguing, the tongue."
"God, Mr. Piper's licking Kelly's ass," Judy yipped.
Caroline couldn't believe it. She stared at Mr. Piper. The teacher was on his knees, clutching Kelly's ass-globes, spreading them, and tingling his tongue wildly up and down Kelly's ass-crack.
Kelly bent over to afford the teacher better access to her divine ass. She lifted her ass high, and Mr. Piper steamed his tongue at her asshole.
"Oh, no!" Kelly gasped. "Jeez! He's got his damn tongue up my ass. He's lickin' my shithole!"
Judy clutched Mr. Mitchell's cock so she was holding his prick along with Caroline. Both girls squeezed on the thick cock as the man diddled their cunts inside their white tights.
But Mr. Mitchell really wanted Kelly, even though he was excited and thrilled by the two cheerleaders. His cock squirted a gob of cum, Another goop slipped from the head and hung off the tip like a string of spaghetti.
"Wow, looka that!" Judy whispered.
Kelly took her baton. She got a good hold on it with both hands well spaced on the shiny rod, then rubbed the rubber-ball top against her pussy while Mr. Piper gobbled at her asshole. She was in a flutter of fervid passion. The sinking feeling in her stomach, the dizzy tizzy that floated through her, delighted the young girl. After all the new experiences at Plato High, here was another one-Mr. Piper licking and tonguing her asshole.
She pushed the tip of the baton in her juicy cunt, fucked the rod in, and began a slow slide with the baton, fucking in and out, wiggling the rod.
This sight made Mr. Mitchell sizzle with passion. His prick throbbed in Caroline and Judy's hand.
"That's so damn lewd, Kelly," Judy said.
The young majorette, her tall white hat tilted forward as she bent over to offer up her ass to the licking teacher, merely smiled at Judy and fucked the baton deeper into her little pussy.
Mr. Mitchell's cock spat a gusher of cum. Judy let go of his prick, unbuttoned her black little skirt, let it fall, slipped down her panties and showed the teacher her pussy. She stood in her knee socks, tennis shoes, and the orange sweater that bulged with her big tits.
"Wanna fuck me?" she hissed.
"Yes I do," Mr. Mitchell said, forgetting sweet Kelly for a minute.
"Then take me down," Judy said.
"Oh, you guys, you aren't going to, are you?" Caroline whimpered.
Mr. Mitchell whipped his cock out of Caroline's hand and humped down. He pushed the prickhead against Judy's thick brown hair, slid the cockhead at her pussy lips.
Judy grabbed the cock and took the prickhead inside her cunt, screwed her hips in a bump-and-grind against the teacher, and sighed, "Fuck me, Sir."
They fucked standing up. Caroline stood in amazement right beside them. She was thrilled with the way that huge prick fucked in and out of Judy's pussy.
Kelly was faint with passion. That sloppy tongue up her ass was too much. The baton in her pussy fucked her good. She shuddered with an intense heat and climaxed. Her entire body quaked with the force of her orgasm. Mr. Piper knew she was cumming, so he increased his wild gobbling. He ate at. her sweet shithole with a lurid frenzy, as if he were eating the bottom of a bowl. His tongue nipped her assbud. He slithered his tongue on her ass-crack. He open ed his mouth wide and bit her asshole.
Kelly howled with delight. "Eat my shitter, Mr. Piper! Come on!"
She simmered through a fabulous cum and pulled the sticky baton out of her pussy. Mr. Piper got up from behind her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You've got the most beautiful ass I've ever seen, Kelly."
"Thank you, Mr. Piper," Kelly whispered.
His cock was mashed against her saliva-soaked ass. Mr. Piper unzipped his fly and took his prick out. He slapped her ass with the flat top of the cock.
"Oh, sir, what are you doing?" she whispered.
"Want to fuck your ass now!" he cried.
"Well, go ahead then. Fuck my ass. Shove that cock up my shitter. I'm ready," Kelly babbled.
Mr. Piper fucked Kelly's ass.
Judy pulled her orange sweater up over her white bra. She moved her hips around and screwed the cock in her cunt. "Take my tits out, Mr. Mitchell," she whispered.
His cock was like a long lead pipe that connected them with pulsing pleasure. He fucked back and forth and lifted Judy's tits out over the top of her bra.
"Honey, those are beauties!" the teacher whined.
He grabbed them. He palmed them. He squeezed, pinched, fondled, loved Judy's billowy tits. He kept the stroke of his prick slow as he held her big teenage tits.
"Your ass is the acme of pulchritude, Kelly," Mr. Piper whispered.
Kelly didn't know exactly what the man meant, but she liked the sound of his words, and she undulated her adorable as back at the fucking teacher.
Caroline could no longer stand by and watch the action. She pulled up her little black skirt, held it with one hand around her waist, dunked her hand in her panties and fingered her pussy.
"I'll do it for you," Mr. Mitchell said, "take your bloomers down."
"God," Caroline whispered. She wiggled the tight cheerleading panties down to her knees and Mr. Mitchell slipped a hot finger in her cunt and continued fucking Judy at the same time.
"Ah, oh, whew!" Judy sighed.
Mr. Piper's prick wiggled up into Kelly's asshole. He pumped hotly. She loved the fulfilling thrust of the hot cock as Mr. Piper ripped up her ass. Why did they all want to fuck and suck her ass? she wondered.
"I'd give anything to fuck this ass every day," Mr. Piper whispered over Kelly's shoulder.
Kelly tipped her head back to hear his hot words, tilting her majorette hat. "Would you really, sir?"
"Yes, I love your ass."
"You could give me an A in journalism, sir," Kelly said.
"Yes an A ... you've got an A."
He shot a hot stream of fuck cream up Kelly's ass. His cock rubbed hard up her asshole.
"Oh, you guys!" Kelly screamed. "He's shooting all his juice up my shitter!"
Judy fucked wildly at Mr. Mitchell. The teacher slammed his cock back at her and fucked his finger at Caroline's pussy.
Mr. Mitchell's cock paid its respects. His prick bolted but a hot load of cum in Judy's pussy. She felt the deluge of fuck cream flood her cunt. An exceptional rapture grabbed her, shook her, and elated her. She swung her head, her blonde ponytail flipping from side to side. And there, standing up, with Mr. Mitchell's prick fucking her pussy, Judy came.
So did Caroline. She sighed as the slither of excitement rattled her.
Mr. Mitchell pulled his spurting cock out of Judy, left her shaking and quaking at the crest of her climax, and he turned, ramming the spitting cockhead into Caroline's sopping pussy as she came. He fucked full blast into her virgin cunt.
"Oh, whee!" the cheerleader cried. "Oh, God! You're fucking me, Mr. Mitchell."
Caroline's plump body vibrated into a multiple orgasm. She came and came again. Mr. Mitchell fucked faster, wild, steaming strokes plucked the young girl's ripe cherry pussy.
Kelly was pushed forward by the hard assfucking from Mr. Piper. He fucked her off his cock. She fell against a chair, then twisted around trying to catch her balance and fell sighing and panting into the big easy chair.
"Caroline's getting fucked!" Judy exclaimed.
Kelly was still shaking from her own orgiastic satisfaction. She breathed heavily, spent, intoxicated, a heaving picture of beauty in the chair, nude except for her boots and majjorette hat.
Judy picked up the baton, went over to the chair, got down on her knees, stuck one end in her cunt and offered the other to Kelly. The majorette took the baton and inserted the rubber tip in her own pussy. Judy rocked in and out. Kelly lifted her ass off the chair to take the slide of the baton.
Mr. Piper limped across the room, lifted Caroline's skirt in the back, eyed her fat ass, and slid his cum-soaked prick between the ass-crack.
"Oh, no, don't do that!" Caroline yelled.
"I must," Mr. Piper whimpered.
The young girl took the two cocks. She swooned into another climax, three, four five, six in a row as the big cocks filled her cunt and asshole.
"You ass-fucker!" Kelly yelled as she fucked the baton with Judy. "You dirty ass-fucker. Look at him, Judy ... he's fuckin' Caroline's asshole."
"Yeah, he is!" Caroline shouted.
Spurting cocks, hot rocks. It was a feverish scene in the teacher's apartment. The young schoolgirls were being tortured in the best way.
CHAPTER SIX
Kelly was on the way to her Greek history class with Mr. Baker, a tail, lean man of forty. He had brown hair, cut short, a square chin, high cheekbones, and was ruggedly handsome.
Kelly wore a Navy-blue miniskirt with rippling pleats. It fell pleasingly short on her lovely thighs. Her young schoolgirl tits pushed at a tight white sweater. Her feet slapped the floor in a pair of sandals.
She was a stunning charmer as she walked the hall, her books crooked in her arms and hugged to her chest. Her captivating ass undulated under the tight blue skirt.
Greek history was a required course at Plato High, but not one that Kelly enjoyed.
Kelly's singular beauty was enhanced by the bright-red lipstick that glossed her lips. She wore a red rouge that blushed her cheeks. Her hair was parted in the middle, brushed back on the sides, held there with white barrettes, then falling in a brown swirl down her back.
She took a seat in class, crossed her legs, and opened her notebook, ready to take notes. She'd been having trouble with Greek history, and was intent upon at least making a C.
Mr. Baker strode in. He wore a pair of dark-brown slacks, brown shoes, a light-brown tweed sports jacket, white shirt, and a blue-and-red striped tie.
He lectured excitedly about the Greek god Dionysus. He talked heatedly about the Dionysian festivals of ancient Attica in honor of Dionysus. He mentioned the ecstatic and orgiastic nature of these festivals.
"They had an irrational character," the teacher said, "but they were filled with tremendous creative energy, and were the forerunners of the Greek plays. It was because the Greeks believed in such revelry that they were able to give the world so much."
Kelly wrote furiously in her notebook. She knew she would be tested on the lecture.
"Dionysus was the god of wine and the god of orgiastic religion celebrating the power of sex and fertility," Mr. Baker said.
Cynthia Blackwell, a very prissy young lady with silver braces, big round lips, a round face, glowing green eyes, short curly black hair, raised her hand and said: "Wasn't Dionysus also known as Bacchus?"
Judy gave Kelly a glance that said: Isn't she a pain in the ass?
Kelly smiled.
Mr. Blake said, "That's right, Cynthia. And during this period of time we see that the Greeks produced fabulous art. It was through the release of the creative urge, through the festivals that they were able to produce this art. The dances of the Dionysian princesses no doubt had a great effect on the artists of that time."
He went on to describe the provocative dances done by the Dionysian princesses, then dismissed the class.
Kelly was still writing in her notebook.
Mr. Baker was gathering his notes and books from his desk. He spied the gorgeous young girl still sitting in the classroom.
"Anything I might help you with Miss Fairchild?" he asked.
"Oh, sir," Kelly sighed exasperatedly, "I just get so confused."
"We must know our Greek history, my dear. It is imperative that one have a firm background in it to be a well-rounded, fully defined human being."
"Yes, sir," Kelly said, and got up from her desk.
"You, Miss Fairchild, remind me of a Dionysian princess."
"Well, thank you," Kelly said.
Kelly walked to the front of the room. Mr. Baker reached for her hand. He held it. The band began playing out on the field, the melodic brassy sound floated through the open window in the classroom. She was going to be late for practice.
"Yes, Kelly, my dear, in fact you are very Dionysian when you perform at the games. I enjoy your performances very much indeed."
"Gee, thanks, sir."
"I enjoy your twirling routines, your dancing and prancing."
"Well, I try to do my best."
"I could perhaps show you a few Dionysian routines that would certainly add a special quality to your act."
"You could?"
"Of course. And I'm sure you'd like to make a good grade in Greek history, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Blake."
The teacher released her hand and closed the room door. He came back and leaned against his desk. "We have music from the band below, and I can easily teach you the dance of the Dionysian princess."
"But, sir, I'm supposed to be out there now at practice with the band."
"Oh, certainly it won't matter if you're a few minutes late, and, of course, you want to make a good grade."
Kelly shuddered to think what Mr. Higgins might do if she were late. She didn't want to lose her showcase spot at halftime.
The band struck up "Another One Bites the Dust." Kelly laid her books on a school desk.
"What do I do?" she asked.
"Stand there at the front of the room, and I'll just sit in a desk." The teacher sat down in the front row and Kelly stood lovely in front of his desk. "Now move your hips, Kelly, move them round and round, slowly."
Kelly rolled her sweet hips in a circular grind. The undulation made her skirt indent and then puff out.
"Now move them in and out."
Kelly did a pumping bump-and-grind movement to the band music coming from the field. She began chewing her bubble gum, which she had been chomping on during class when the teacher wasn't looking.
"If you added this to your routine it would be smashing," Mr. Blake said. "It's very Dionysian."
Kelly didn't know exactly what to think, but if this would help her get a good grade in Mr. Baker's class, she was willing to learn about Dionysian princesses and why there were so unique. But she didn't think she could add the bump-and-grind to her twirling routine. Mr. Higgins would never let her do it.
Then Kelly saw it-the huge bulge in his pants. The sight of the hump in his slacks sent a quick flip of excitement snaking through the young girl.
"Now, Kelly, pull your little skirt up, that's the next thing a Dionysian princess would do."
These teachers at Plato High were certainly different than her junior high teachers, Kelly thought. But she was a good student, and so she reached down, grabbed the hem of the blue miniskirt and lifted it up over a pair of pink pussy-packed panties that were tugged at her crotch to form a soft mound accentuating her soft pussy.
"Oh, my God! My God!" Mr. Baker cried. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick.
Kelly rolled her hips, holding her skirt up with both hands, bumped her hips, and gasped at the sight of Mr. Baker's cock. His prick was hard as cement. The head, purple-red, shone in the reflection of the sun, through the window. His cockhead glistened with a wet dew. The stalk of his cock was slender and long, not as big as Mr. Mitchell's thick ten-incher, but Kelly judged that the prick probably topped out right at eight inches. Mr. Baker fisted his cock, and pumped wildly on his prick. "Oh, God, yes," he muttered. "Hold your skirt up like that."
Kelly did. And she rolled those wonderful hips. She humped and bumped those hot pink panties full of young cunt at her teacher. He spread his legs as he slid to the edge of the desk. His cock nubbed higher and he pumped harder.
Kelly's pussy became wet and creamed her pink panties. She looked so captivating as she stood before the panting, pumping teacher.
"Now, Kelly, pull your panties down."
Kelly's hips swung in time with the throbbing, thumping beat of the band playing. She chewed her bubble gum, snapped it, blew a pink bubble that grew from marble to baseball size as she doffed her pink panties, rolled them sweetly down her thighs to a hot roll just above her knees.
The sight of Kelly's pussy socked Mr. Baker. "Oh, Jesus, oh, oh, god!" he gasped, his eyes glued to the brown thatch of hair between Kelly's thighs.
Kelly's schoolgirl tits wound round and round with her rhapsodic movements to the music. Her hips undulated in and out at Mr. Baker.
The teacher whacked his cock in a hot fever. The tip was big and red now and steaming with boiling cream.-"Golly, sir," Kelly whispered. "You're jacking-off, aren't you? That's what you're gonna do, isn't it, you're jacking-off."
"To you, dear."
Kelly had never had anyone jack-off to her like this. She was thrilled. She was fascinated with the way the man machine-gunned his big cock.
"It's what the ancient Greeks did, Kelly," he panted. "The learned men, the leaders of the society, would call upon a Dionysian princess to perform for them, and they would take their cocks out and beat-off."
"Oh, God, sir!"
Mr. Baker's hand flipped wildly on his prick. "Let me see your ass!"
She turned around slowly, in time with the music, pulled her skirt up higher, made sure it was up over her ass, bent over, put her hands on her knees, and rolled that fabulous ass in a slow wavy circle at her teacher.
"Oh, Goddamn. Oh, Dionysian indeed!" the teacher mumbled.
Kelly peered back over her shoulder at Mr. Baker. The man's mouth hung open in a lewd gape, wrinkles of pleasure and passion creased his forehead, his breath blasted out in long rushes, his hand jigged herky-jerky on his cock.
Kelly considered the grand sight-his savage hand-job, the way the knob of his cock squirted hunks of fuck cream. The man's face all screwed up in obscene lust as he stared at her ass, the quick hot breathing, thrilled the young schoolgirl.
She wiggled and waved her remarkable ass at the aroused teacher. She rolled around and around. Her panties pulled tight in a pink roll just above her knees. Her skirt looked good layered up on her back. She exhibited her ass with a style that inflamed Mr. Baker.
He pounded his cock viciously. The stormy pumping made a juicy jizzy sound that sent tingles raging up and down Kelly's legs.
"Masturbation is the greatest art of all, Kelly," the teacher panted. "Turn around again, I want to see your cunt and your face."
"Masturbate your prick, sir," Kelly whispered, as she turned, held her skirt up daintily with both hands, rolled her hips, and pumped her cunt toward the man.
"Masturbate your cunt, honey," Mr. Baker said. "Let's see you finger your pussy."
Kelly bunched the skirt to one side and held it there. She spread her legs, pulling the panties tight again at her knees, dipped her hand to her crotch and slicked a hot finger in her wet, dripping cunt slit.
"Yeah, that's the way," Mr. Barker gasped.
He whipped his cock in a fever. He jacked his hand up and down. The shock of the torrent of thick fuck cream that began pouring from the prick head made Kelly gasp loudly.
His prick squirted but a constant stream of juice that arched three feet above the bobbing head, curved and dived to the classroom floor where it formed big white puddles.
"I'm cummin' baby. I'm cummin'!"
Cum blasted in big slurpy goops. His prick enlarged. The big cockhead looked awesome. Kelly eyed the explosion with fascination. She fucked her finger in and out of her craving cunt. She humped her ass.
"Jack off, sir!" she yelped.
"I'm off. I'm squirtin' for you, honey!"
"That looks so good, sir! So darn good!" Then the slice of her finger plugged her cunt in a hot backfire and she joined her teacher in climax. She stiffened, jerked forward at the waist, pumped her finger faster to her cunt, sobbed, whimpered, and shouted, "I like your cock shootin' like that!"
"Oh, Kelly, this was so Dionysian," Mr. Baker said. "You are a princess, my dear."
"I want to be, sir," Kelly said. "May I pull my panties up now?"
"You sweet princess," Mr. Baker mumbled. He pushed out of the chair to his knees and crawled across the floor to Kelly, wound his arms around her, clutched her ass, mashed his face on her pussy, stuck his tongue in her cunt slit and licked.
"Oh, oh," Kelly muttered, "I have to go to band practice now, sir."
But the inflamed man was sucking her cunt wth gratifying zest. He opened his mouth wide, sucked her pussy in, and chewed.
The excitement of the moment took hold of Kelly. She came instantly. The quickness of her climax surprised and delighted her. She was seized by a shudder of pure, brilliant pleasure.
She arched her pussy at Mr. Baker's gobbling mouth. He sucked and chewed her through a beautiful orgasm. She pulled on his shoulders and held on.
The next thing she knew, she was on the floor with the teacher. He had his pants down and lay beside Kelly, pumping on his cock again. His prick was strong, hard, slick, and hot.
"Let me stick my prick in you," Mr. Baker said.
He rolled over and mounted the sweet darling. Her skirt bunched up around her tummy.
She spread her legs for him. He fucked his prick into her pussy.
"Whew," Kelly breathed hotly.
Mr. Baker fucked up and down. His fat balls cracked Kelly's ass with his in-thrust. The big balls made a lewd smacking sound as he fucked his cock deep into the girl's pussy.
"I've jacked it right to the top. I'm ready to cum," he whispered.
Kelly felt the huge cock inside her cunt give. There was a wet explosion. The man's body convulsed in spasmodic jerking. His prick poured another load.
Kelly grunted, then, as incredible as it seemed to her, Kelly came with him. His hot cock fucking in and out caught her clit and sent her into a tremulous rapture.
"Fuck me!" she whimpered.
"Ah, uh, uh, oooo!" the man gasped.
"Oh, sir, fuck me!" Kelly sobbed.
They finally lay in a panting heap on the floor.
"Very Dionysian," Mr. Baker mumbled. "Will I get a good grade?" Kelly asked. "You are a quick learner, a fine student, and you deserve an A, my darling."
"Could you make that an A-plus, sir?" Kelly whispered.
"Of course I could, if you'll let me instruct you on one more thing the Greeks were famous for."
"Sir?"
"An art the Greeks invented, Kelly." He turned the girl over, twisted her to her belly so that the hump of her glorious ass was exposed to his dripping cock. He lay over the top of her nestled his cock length-wise in the crack of her ass. The long prick thickened quickly to another erection. Then he lifted up, grabbed his cock, and guided the sloppy prickhead at Kelly's beautiful asshole. Mr. Baker pushed the squirting cockknob between the crack of Kelly's asshole until his prick smashed against her tight assbud. He shoved his cock in.
"Oh, oof!" Kelly gasped. "You're gonna assfuck me!"
"Yes, princess, that's what I'm gonna do ... in honor of the Greeks who elevated this wonderful act to art. The Greeks elevated life to art, dear," her teacher lectured, as his prick fucked in and out of Kelly's ass.
"Elevate me sir, elevate me," the young girl sighed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kelly missed band practice because she stayed with Mr. Baker and let him jack-off to her two more times before she left his classroom. There was a game the following night, and Mr. Higgins told Kelly he wanted to speak to her after the game. She knew he was angry. She just hoped he wouldn't replace her as a featured twirler.
Kelly showed up at the game with Judy, and she looked beguiling in her tall majorette hat with the stitching and tassels, the tight white uniform, the white boots, and her silver baton.
She planned to join Judy and Caroline after the game at the Pizza Hut to meet Robbie and some of his friends. But after the final whistle, she was confronted by Mr. Higgins, the band instructor.
"I want to see you for a few minutes, young lady," he snapped. "I'll meet you in the band room."
Kelly walked back to the schoolhouse and waited in the room as the rest of the students put their instruments away. She sat on an old wooden chair. Old black cases cluttered the floor.
When the band members had finally filed out, Mr. Higgins appeared and confronted his darling majorette. She perked up and sat straight on the edge of the chair, holding her baton. She adjusted her hat, making sure the chin strap was securely in place.
"You missed practice yesterday, Kelly. What's your excuse?"
"I had to study Greek history, Mr. Higgins."
"Nonsense, that class was over in plenty of time to make practice. And what about these strange disappearances at halftime?"
"Oh, I just go get a cola and walk around."
"You're lying to me. I won't have it!" the teacher bellowed.
Mr. Higgins was an older man of nearly fifty. He had a slight paunch, long gray hair, and he wore his band general's uniform, a bright orange jacket and black pants. He had once had great expectations for his trumpet playing, but life had dealt him a few bad hands and his love of liquor landed him at Plato High.
He stood over the young girl with a trumpet in his hand. She shuddered at his angry demeanor.
"I'm sorry, sir. It'll never happen again," Kelly whispered.
"Indeed it won't. I'm considering suspending you."
"Oh, no sir! Please don't!" Kelly pleaded. "I'll do anything. You can punish me, but please don't suspend me."
The man smiled at her docile whimpering. He gloated over her. He held the trumpet by the horn end, dipped it down and ran the cool brass mouthpiece over and up Kelly's thigh. She watched the wet metal slide up her smooth skin toward her cunt.
"Anything? You'll do anything to avoid suspension, Kelly?" he asked.
"Oh, yes sir. I don't want to lose my feature."
"Of course not. You enjoy showing off too much, don't you? You like being out there in that skimpy uniform, prancing around, bending over, don't you?"
"I, well, yes, sir, I enjoy performing."
Mr. Higgins rubbed the trumpet mouthpiece against Kelly's cunt. He maneuvered the metal slowly up and down the crotch of her uniform. "Well, if you'll do anything, perhaps we can work out a solution to your tardiness."
The mouthpiece tickled Kelly's crotch. A hot thrill zinged at her pussy. She moved carefully on the chair, her legs opening slightly. Mr. Higgins rolled the mouthpiece over her soft mound under the uniform.
"I'd like you to take your uniform off, Kelly," he said.
Kelly obeyed of course. She reached behind her and caught the zipper of the white uniform, pulled it down to her ass, and the front of the white garment loosened. She tugged it down to her hips, exposing her ripe young tits.
Mr. Higgins' eyes widened. "Oh, those are beautiful," he gasped.
Kelly lifted her ass off the chair and slid the costume down her legs, over her boots, lifted one leg, then the other, and stripped the slinky uniform off completely. She sat back on the chair, nude save for her boots and the majorette hat.
"Marvelous! Marvelous!" The teacher shuddered.
He turned the trumpet around, knelt between her legs, and pushed the horn against Kelly's pussy. He pumped the trumpet's keys and blew through it softly. He did not breathe hard enough to make a musical sound. His hot breath floated through the instrument against Kelly's cunt. Her brown pussy hairs wiggled and waved.
"Oh my, sir!" the girl gulped.
Then he turned the trumpet around again and rubbed the wet mouthpiece up and down the slit of Kelly's cunt. He shoved the metal tip into her pussy.
"Jesus, sir!" the girl gulped. "A trumpet?"
"Yes, my dear ... a trumpet. You like a trumpet, don't you? You like the hardness of it?"
'Mmmm," Kelly whimpered as the teacher fucked the mouthpiece in and out of her cunt. She offered him her baton. "You can stick this in me if you want to, sir."
"Oh, yes, yes," he mumbled. "The baton. Why didn't I think of that?" He grabbed Kelly's baton and manipulated the knob into her juicy teen queen cunt, pushed lightly, and fucked her.
The girl was beautiful sitting on the chair in her boots and haty the teacher fucking her baton in and out of her creaming pussy.
The teachers' slow-poke strokes carried Kelly to a glowing enchantment. He knelt before her in admiration, both hands on the baton, both hands working magnificently as he fucked her with the shiny metal stalk.
"I can't stand it," he gulped.
He stood up, ripped off his band coat and threw it on the floor, unzipped his pants and took them down, kicked off his shoes and leaned over the girl in white jockey shorts. His shorts were all wet and creamy as though someone had sprayed a can of shaving cream in them. Then he pulled them down, and the biggest cock Kelly had ever seen snapped to attention, whacking his paunch and wobbling beautifully before her.
"Oh, sir, that thing is so big."
"Fourteen inches, Kelly," the teacher said proudly.
"Oh, God!" she gasped.
The huge prick wobbled, waved, throbbed at Kelly. She eyed the head which was big, red, squishy with juice. The stalk was long, oh so long, thick and quite beautiful to the young . girl's gaze. It both terrified her and delighted Kelly.
She slid forward on the chair. She wrapped both hands around the pulsing cock. She held the hard thickness, examined the length, sliding her fingers backhand forth. She dipped under the big prick and felt Mr. Higgins' balls. They were huge, like big lemons. She jiggled one in the palm of her hand, got the other and squeezed lightly, then moved her hands up his cock, finally clutching the giant prickhead, big as a baseball, hard and creamy. She rolled his cockhead between her palms, her hands steepled together around the big prickknob.
"Oh, you sweet little sonofabitch!" the man panted wildly.
Kelly held the spitting head between her palms and kissed the tip.
"Shit!" the man howled. "Oh, you darling little fucker!"
Cream shot out of the cockhead and splashed onto Kelly's red lips. She swallowed a big chunk. The spunk was hot going down. She swirled her tongue over the huge prickhead, licking like his cock was a soft-serve ice-cream cone.
Kelly stuffed the big cockhead in her little mouth, jerked her lovely face in and out, the majorette hat wiggling back and forth as she sucked Mr. Higgins' monster prick.
"Kelly, Kelly," the man moaned. "Suck my prick, darling, suck my hard prick."
Kelly pulled back, lifted off the squirting prick, tilted her head, looked at the teacher, and whispered, "I am sucking your prick, sir."
She ducked back in on the throbbing cock. Mr. Higgins threw his head back and enjoyed the young girl's sweeping suck, the way her lips sealed around his giant prick. He loved the bob of her majorette hat. He trembled all over. He humped his hips and ass, pushed his cock at her.
Then he couldn't stand the passion any longer. He pulled her off his prick. He yanked her from the chair and crushed her nude body against his. His cock slapped at Kelly's tummy. His lips sucked on hers. His tongue snaked into her mouth, and his hands clasped her fabulous ass with spreading fingers.
Mr. Higgins turned around and sat down on the chair, pulled Kelly to him. She straddled his legs and sat on top of him. She slid in on his hips and fisted his cock, held the big prickshaft, looked at the cock in awe, then to her teacher, who watched with glazed eyes as she played with his prick.
"Put my prick in your pussy, Kelly," Mr. Higgins said, breaking away from her steaming kiss.
"Sir, it's much too big."
"Try."
Kelly lifted her ass and stood up in her boots, straddling the man. She held his cock with both hands. She dipped and rolled her pussy at the juicy cockhead. She pushed the throbbing prick at the lips of her cunt.
He humped off the chair and shoved the big cockhead into Kelly's pussy.
"Ouch!" she screeched. "Oh, ouch!"
"Take my cock, Kelly."
She wiggled her beauty-queen ass, got the head of Mr. Higgins' prick in her pussy and pushed her hips down.
The teacher's prick towered so high, Kelly had to stand up, a lewd pose, straddling the man, rocking her ass and hips down, in and out, around and around at the enormous hardness of his cock.
She pushed her palms on his shoulders for good balance and fucked at the throbbing prick. Her teacher was in a trembling trance. He gazed at his cock, a shining rod that connected him to the lovely little majorette.
Kelly worked her hips in super slow motion. She was frightened that, if she took any more of Mr. Higgins' monster cock into her pussy, she would split in two, so she was careful and graceful the way she fucked the man.
He sighed loudly. "You sweet fuckette, you divine darling."
"I'm doing the dance of a Dionysian princess, sir," Kelly whispered. She undulated those thin but ripe hips at Mr. Higgins' cock.
"A Dionysian princess!" the man exclaimed. "I'd never thought of it like that, but, yes, my dear, yes that's exactly what you're doing, a Dionysian dance on my prick."
"Uh-huh, that's what I'm doing," Kelly sighed softly.
"And I love it so much," the man whined.
"I'm elevating life to art, sir, just as the Greeks did so many years ago. I recently learned about the Greeks in history class."
"Oh, yes, my ear, the Greeks had a glorious culture."
The lovely majorette looked so stunning standing with her legs straddled over her teacher. His stiff cock extended up and into her wiggling pussy. Her majorette hat swung back and forth in unison with her movements. The black chin strap cut on her sweet cheeks and curved neatly at her chin. She had her white boots planted solidly on the floor.
The man's cock fucked in and out of Kelly's cunt as she humped back and forth. There was a slow slicking 'sound, a wet juicy clicking as they fucked. The teacher stared into Kelly's pretty face, saw there the look of concentration, her mouth open slightly. Mr. Higgins pumped his ass off the chair, fucked his prick up into Kelly's pussy with force.
"Not that much, sir, not that much!" she gasped.
He met her slow strokes, thrusting wildly up from the chair, fucking his cock at her pussy. Kelly fucked back at him. She felt the burning prick slide in and out, jam her pussy full.
She shuddered when she felt the gush of hot fuck cream blast into her cunt. The teacher's cock erupted with an explosive force. He shot a steady stream of jizz.
Kelly corkscrewed her ass around and took the spurting prick deeper in her cunt, relishing the splash of the fuck juice deep inside her as she climaxed. Her body quivered and quaked, and her fingernails dug into the man's shoulders.
His ass slapped up and down on the chair, his cock fucked in and out of Kelly's cunt.
"Little fucker!" he screamed. "Hot little fucker!"
His eyes stared into hers as they came, and he realized that his life had been fulfilled. What did it matter if he never became a jazz star, a fine trumpet player? He was at the zenith of his career. His cock lodged in this young girl's pussy, spitting out wad after wad of jizzy fuck cream, was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. Kelly saw the look of satisfaction on his impassioned face.
"You like fucking me, don't you, Mr. Higgins?" she sobbed as she continued to shake within her own rich orgasm.
"Love fucking you, Kelly!" he cried. "Love fucking you!"
"It's very Dionysian, sir," Kelly sighed, and she fell over, off his gushing prick, fell against the man in a panting sweating heap. She looked down to see his huge prickhead still spitting thick white fuck cream.
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"Don't stop, oh please don't stop," the man whined. He grabbed his creaming cock and fucked back into Kelly's pussy.
"Oh, sir, not again," Kelly gulped.
He was not going to stop. He fucked wildly at the young teen queen. He fucked so violently her majorette hat fell back off her head and slapped back and forth at her back, the black strap tight around her neck.
The man's cock was still hard and he used the rigid hard-on to fuck Kelly into another scorching climax. She dipped down in a lewd squat over him and took half of the giant stalk up in her cunt.
"Fuck me then, you nasty old man! Go on fuck me if you have to!" Kelly bellowed.
Kelly, in the middle of her climax, her body shaking, lifted off the big cock, turned around, her back to the man, and slid her ass at his creamy cockhead.
The red prickhead squished at her asshole.
"Now, sir, fuck me like the Greeks would."
"You precocious little nymph," the man gasped. "Of course I will." Mr. Higgins fisted his cock and shoved the tip into Kelly's asshole.
"Up my ass, sir, up my ass," she babbled.
"Just like the Greeks," the teacher moaned. ill
"Elevate life to art ... oh yeah," Kelly panted. "Elevate me, sir. Elevate me."
The man pushed up off the chair and did just that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It seemed Mr. Baker couldn't take his eyes off Kelly in Greek history class. She sat in her desk, attired in a hot-red miniskirt, a white angora sweater, and black pumps.
Her luscious teen tits pushed the sweater out in a most appealing fashion. Kelly liked the way her teacher stared at her, how he lost his place in the lecture about the rise of Greek civilization.
"Many Greeks," he said, "were passionate, driven by passion and intellect. They were excessive in everything, that's why their poetry is so pure. It was a combination of this intellect and passion that made them so great."
Kelly shifted at her desk. She saw the hot stare from Mr. Baker's eyes. She held one leg high over the other as she crossed them. She wanted the teacher to see her pink panties. This was the first time she'd ever been so brazen in class.
Mr. Baker coughed as he saw the panties up her skirt. He stopped his lecture, coughed again and said, "The Greeks gave us the orgy. This was the word the Orphics, the followers of Orpheus, used to describe 'sacrament,' which was intended to purify the believer's soul. The Orphics founded civilization's first church, and it was based on the rights of initiation through orgy. This became a way of life."
The bell rang and the class filed out. Kelly gathered her books and walked to the front of the room and met Judy.
"Kelly, stay a moment," the teacher said.
"May Judy stay, too?" Kelly asked.
"Well, I don't know."
"If you're going to teach me anything special about Greek history, sir, she'd like to learn too."
"All right," the man said.
Judy looked scrumptious in a tight pair of slick jeans that out-lined her fine young body. Her light-blue sweater absolutely bulged with her big tits.
Kelly had her hair in double ponytails at the sides of her head. Judy wore a sweeping style, all the hair slicked back firm on her head, pulled tightly in the back by a rubberband and flushed out to a shiny, long ponytail.
Mr. Baker already had a hard-on. Judy saw his hard-on first. His cock seemed to jump around in his slacks like a live fish.
Kelly saw the bulge too and smiled at her teacher. "Yes, sir, what did you want?"
He grabbed Kelly and snapped her slim body to his, embraced her hotly, kissed her wildly. His hands went immediately to her ass. He crinkled the red skirt as his fingers probed the slick softness of the half-moon curve of her sweet asscheeks.
"It's pretty plain what he wants," Judy said, delighted by the turn of events.
Mr. Baker worked the red skirt up in the back, hoisted it over Kelly's ass, and plunged his hands in her panties.
Kelly threw her head back, the double ponytails, tied with white yarn, slipped at the sides of her head. She peered up into the gaze of her teacher.
Robbie MacDonald suddenly burst into the room. He held two hot dogs in white wrappers. "Kelly, I got our hot dogs and-" he stopped quickly when he saw what was happening.
"I was to meet Robbie for hot dogs," Kelly said.
The sight inflamed Robbie. "God," he mumbled. His cock stirred in his jeans, thumped out at his crotch.
Mr. Baker worked Kelly's panties down on her thighs, kissed her again and stuck a finger up her asshole. She broke away from his gulping lips. Mr. Baker was so turned on he couldn't stop in spite of Robbie's appearance. He fucked his finger in and out of Kelly's willowy young ass.
"God, that guy's got his finger up Kelly's ass!" Judy cried.
Robbie walked slowly to the swaying couple. "How 'bout puttin' a weenie up there?"
"What a delightful idea!" Mr. Baker howled. "Very Dionysian, the essence of the Greek thrust."
Mr. Baker released Kelly, but held her skirt up over her ass and pushed her to his desk, so she leaned over it. Kelly gripped the edge of the desk with her hands. Her skirt layered up on top of her white sweater, her striking ass exposed beautifully.
"Gimme that hot dog," Mr. Baker said, taking the bun and white wrapper from Robbie. He put it on the desk beside Kelly's gripping hand. He lifted the round, slick, thick weenie from the bun.
The wiener was smeared with glunks of yellow mustard. The man grasped the hot dog between his fingers and palm at one end, leveled the other end at Kelly's ass, then slicked it lewdly through the nice crack and shoved it up her asshole.
Kelly felt the warm weenie slip through her tight assbud. She trembled, spread her legs, set her feet firmly on the floor.
"Good God, you're stickin' a weenie up Kelly's ass, Mr. Baker!" Judy cried.
"I am, the great tradition of the Greeks," the teacher mumbled, intent upon the task at hand.
"Sir, not a weenie," Kelly gasped, as she felt the slick meat slip in her. "The Greeks didn't have hot dogs."
"Jesus, I want a weenie up my shitter, too!"
Judy yelped.
"I'll do it," Robbie panted.
Judy placed herself next to Kelly at the teacher's desk. She unbuckled her jeans, slid them down around her knees. She wore tight white panties. She slicked them down on top of the jeans and revealed her plump ass to the two males.
Robbie pulled the other weenie from the bun. "It's got ketchup all over it," Robbie said.
"Yeah, give me one with ketchup," Judy whined.
Mr. Baker fucked the mustard weenie in and out of Kelly's ass. She had never experienced anything like this. The slow roll of the slick, mustard-covered weenie thrilled her.
Robbie took his weenie in his hand. It dripped a splat of ketchup to the floor. He slicked the hot dog up her asshole.
"Whew, God! A weenie up my ass!" the girl cried. "They're fuckin' our shitters with weenies, Kelly!"
Mr. Baker's hand worked slippery magic as he fucked the goopy weenie in and out of Kelly's asshole. She wiggled her sweet ass to accommodate his lewd fuck-strokes. Her head swung from side to side, the cute double-ponytails slap ping her cheeks.
Robbie rubbed Judy's round asshole with the slick ketchup weenie. She rolled her hips and took the juicy pork easily up her shithole.
Mr. Baker shoved the weenie all the way up Kelly's asshole.
"Ouch, sir!" the girl yelped. But her protest turned into a whimpering sigh with the slide of the juicy frank fucking her shitter.
Robbie sluiced the ketchup-covered weenie between the cheeks of Judy's ass, plugged it in her asshole and fucked in and out.
"Now to complete this Dionysian treat," Mr. Baker said. "Follow my instruction, Robbie."
Kelly and Judy both peered over their shoulders to see what would happen next. Mr. Baker pulled his weenie out of Kelly's asshole, brought it to his mouth and licked the juicy thing lewdly with his tongue. He took a bite and chewed greedily on the tasty morsel. Robbie followed suit. He took the weenie from Judy's ass and licked, then ate.
When they'd devoured the shitty weenies, Mr. Baker knelt behind Kelly. He cupped her ass cheeks, spread them and mashed his face into the mustard-soaked asshole.
Kelly was seized by desire about all this. She shivered with delight. Mr. Baker's tongue licked the mustard out of her shitter. He lapped the crack, slapped the tip of his tongue at Kelly's ass-button.
"Goddamn you!" Kelly cried. "Goddamn you, sir!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," the man mumbled, "delicious!"
"That feels so damn good, Mr. Baker," Kelly sighed.
"Do me!" cried Judy.
Robbie got down behind her and licked the ketchup greedily out of her ass, then twirled his tongue hungrily at her shithole.
Judy looked at Kelly. Their eyes met as they stood side by side clutching the table, feeling tongues up their asses.
"Yeah, fuck my asshole with our tongue, Mr. Baker!" Kelly howled.
It was a hot sight indeed. Kelly, her red miniskirt up over her back, her ass humped out to greet the slick tongue. Judy's jeans and panties were in a clump at her knees. Her ass, round and firm, was open to Robbie who slurped away.
Mr. Baker's face was smothered with mustard. The yellow goop clung to his chin, his lips, his nose. Big swipes of ketchup painted Robbie's face.
Kelly stuck a finger up her cunt, and Judy took the cue and did the same. They diddled themselves as the tongues flapped and fluttered at their soggy assholes.
"This is too good to be true," Judy sobbed. "God, so good!"
Then the men switched. Suddenly Robbie was behind Kelly, he nubbed his tongue at her ass and mumbled, "I love your ass, Kelly."
Mr. Baker snaked his tongue at Judy's shithole and made her whimper with relief.
"Ass-licker!" Judy called.
"Yeah, you ass-lickers!" Kelly cried. "You're just lewd asshole lickers, that's all-you like to lick shitters!"
Mr. Baker finally got up. He turned Judy around, dropped his slacks and shorts, and pulled her jeans and panties all the way off so she stood with her blonde pussy waiting for him, her blue sweater still full of tit.
Robbie did the same. Kelly held her red skirt up and showed him her pussy. She wiggled her panties down. They floated to her black heels.
Robbie bent and pulled the panties off. He stood back up and unzipped his jeans, tugged them down with his shorts and his cock snapped up in a trembling erection.
The prickhead was like a creamy plum. Kelly settled her dripping ass against the edge of the desk, spread her legs and prepared to take the boy's cock in her pussy.
Mr. Baker's eight-inch prick, thick and throbbing, excited Judy. She clutched the burning cock and pulled him to her cunt. Mr. Baker shoved his man-sized cock into her.
Robbie slipped his teenage prick easily into Kelly's cunt. He humped his ass and fucked at her. Mr. Baker set his legs apart and fucked Judy's cunt hard and fast.
Kelly lifted upward without losing Robbie's thrust and sat on the edge of the desk. She lay back and spread her legs wide. She pumped her ass. Robbie's cock penetrated her all the way.
"Do you like fucking, Judy?" the teacher asked.
"Oh, you bet I do, sir!" she yelped.
"I do too. I like to fuck, too," Kelly babbled, lying back on the table now, her head swinging from side to side, her two little ponytails brushing a pencil off the top of the desk.
Judy looked over to see her friend writhing in ecstasy. She lifted up to the table herself and lay back, her legs wide open. Mr. Baker fucked her pussy with his hard cock.
"I'm aiming!" Judy hollered. Her body wiggled on top of the table. She thumped the wood with her fists as she shuddered. "Oh, I'm going into that feeling!"
Kelly was already thrilling to her own orgasm. She slipped her ass up in one last thrust off the table, then held there as Robbie fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. He came. The hot fuck cream spurt into Kelly's cunt in thick splashes.
Mr. Baker took Judy all the way to the top of her climax before he came. His cock bulged inside her schoolgirl pussy and spat out a huge load of jizz.
"He's creamin' me," Judy whimpered.
"Fuck me off, Robbie!" Kelly called.
"An orgy!" Mr. Baker cried. "We're having a Greek orgy!"
He reached under Judy's sweater, peeled it back over her billowing white bra, reached inside and cupped her big, plump teenage tits. He squeezed them greedily as his cock unleashed big chunks of fuck cream into the girl's pussy.
Robbie was so overcome by his climax that he stumbled back, his cock slipping out of Kelly's cunt. He fell against a desk and groped for balance. Kelly lay squirming on the table. Mr. Baker reached over and gave Kelly a finger in her still-quivering cunt. He left-handed her while his right hand played with Judy's tits and his thick cock fucked hard into Judy's pussy.
"Oh, God! I can't take this. I'm so fuckin' hot!" Judy sobbed.
She fell back, limp, weak, spent. Mr. Baker withdrew his squirting cock. He moved to Kelly, fisted the stalk of his prick and plunged the big cockhead into her little pussy.
"Ahhh," Kelly sighed.
Judy lay panting and gasping, her tits heaving. Robbie came to her, leaned over the table and sucked the big tits into his mouth, one, then the other, alternating. He lapped them hotly and this sparked a new tingle in Judy.
Kelly was in another of her trances, but this time she was so seized by the amorous desire sweeping through her that she shouted: "I want both you guys fuckin' me, and I want you fuckin' me right now!"
"Oh, my impetuous child," Mr. Baker whispered. "A serious orgy indeed."
"Yeah! I wanna fuckin' orgy ... that's what I want ... a fuckin' orgy!"
The poor girl was so hot, so filled with passion, she had no idea what she was saying, and she didn't care. She wanted to scream with excitement and delight.
"Come on! Fuck my pussy and my ass both!" Kelly shouted.
Mr. Baker backed off. His thick prick lifted out of Kelly's sopping pussy. He rolled the schoolgirl over on her belly. "Now, Robbie, get up on the table with Kelly."
Robbie sucked off Judy's tits and did as the teacher commanded. He crawled up beside Kelly.
"I know what you want me to do, sir," Kelly said.
She got up on all fours, placed herself over the prone Robbie. His cock stuck up like a knife. Kelly reached down between them, got hold of the stalk, rolled her ass to the head and lifted, then came down. Her pussylips surrounded the simmering teen cock.
Judy sat up to get a good view of the orgiastic activity. She found Robbie's half-eaten weenie, nubbed the tip of it in her pussy and played with herself.
Mr. Baker got up on the table with Kelly and Robbie. He slipped up behind the young lady. His big cock snapped at her ass. He rubbed his cock vulgarly all over that beautiful ass. The prickhead left trails of thick fuck cream, as if someone had squirted out a bottle of glue. He squished his cockhead between her ass-crack and mashed it up Kelly's asshole.
"Ah, yeah! Now I got what I want," the girl whimpered. "Yeah, now I'm gettin' fucked in my pussy and my shithole!"
"You guys, it's so goddam lewd!" Judy cried.
"Lewd, but beautiful," the classics teacher sighed as he fucked on his knees at Kelly's ass.
"Ah, ha! I thought you'd be in here, you strumpet!" a voice bellowed from the doorway. It was Mr. Higgins, the band teacher. "Late for practice again, Kelly."
"I'll write her an excuse!" Mr. Baker bellowed. "She's learning Greek art right now."
Mr. Higgins locked the door. He unzipped the fly on his black slacks as he walked to the table, threw his suit coat off, pulled his pants down, took them off and ripped at his tie, shirt, then stood nude except for his bulging shorts.
"Good golly, what's in there?" Judy hissed, eyeing the bulging shorts.
Mr. Higgins looked at Judy, who was buzzing her cunt with the piece of weenie. He saw the mustard-and ketchup-smeared faces of Robbie and Mr. Baker; he delighted in the sight of young Kelly on all fours taking on two pricks at once. He yanked his shorts off. His big cock leaped up to a wiggling erection that made Judy stumble back in utter shock and amazement.
"Oh, Mr. Higgins, get up here and let me have that horse-prick in my mouth!" Kelly yelped.
Mr. Higgins climbed up on the table. He knelt in front of Kelly.
Mr. Higgins was so hot he championed a quick hot climax. His huge prickhead shot fuck cream as if someone were pouring milk in Kelly's mouth with a funnel. She damn near choked.
She pulled back, cum spilling from her mouth. Mr. Higgins' big cock spurted huge loads of fuck cream at her face. A glunk of jizz splashed against one of her ponytails and clung there.
"God, goody, oh, ah, uh," Kelly babbled, big spaghetti strings of cum clinging to her lips.
Judy rolled her hips and fucked the little piece of weenie as she watched Kelly, on all fours, in her white sweater, her red skirt spilled over her back, fuck and suck the cocks.
"Kelly, you're so fuckin' lewd!" Judy cried.
Kelly was busy bobbing her head so her tongue could lick the dribbles of fuck juices still seeping from Mr. Higgins' incredible cock.
Mr. Higgins rolled quickly off the table. "I've had my eye on you a long time, Miss McCloud," he said to Judy. "I like the way you look in your cheerleading uniform when the band plays and you dance your routines."
He grabbed Judy and pasted a hot French kiss on her lips. Mr. Higgins worked the weenie away from her, put the hot dog in his mouth after the kiss and chewed on it, then flushed his lips back to Judy's.
"Mmmm," he mumbled, his hands clutching her ass.
"Not with this big prick, sir. You don't dare fuck me with that prick!"
Mr. Higgins took her down. They coupled on the floor. Mr. Higgins smashed the juicy tip of his prick into Judy's soggy cunt.
"Kelly!" Judy yelped, as if for help. "He's putting his prick in me. Goddamn!"
"Take all the big horse-prick if you can, Judy," Kelly called back, bucking and fucking at the two hard pricks that excited her pussy and asshole.
Mr. Higgins fucked forward. Judy spread her legs for him. His prick pushed through her pussy lips and glided halfway into her cunt.
"Not all of it, sir," Judy whimpered.
But she loved the fucking of the big hard cock plugging her pussy. She threw her arms around the band teacher and let him fuck more cock into her.
"Okay, I'll take as much as I can," Judy cried before she fainted in pure pleasure.
Mr. Baker's prick blasted a load up Kelly's ass. This was followed by the wobble of Robbie's cock as he humped up beneath her and fucked his cock, like a spike up her cunt, heaving out a load of fuck cream.
"A wonderful, beautiful orgy!" Mr. Baker sobbed.
CHAPTER NINE
Kelly was ravishingly attractive and alluring. She wore a pleated, bright-yellow miniskirt and a black sweater. Both schoolgirl garments enhanced her ripe, slender curves. The skirt was especially enchanting the way it rippled on her golden thighs. The sweater stream-lined over her flat tummy and curved pleasantly as the thin wool pulled tightly against her succulent tits.
Her lovely brown hair was this day combed forward from the top of her head into delicious bangs across her proud forehead; then her hair was combed stright back, entwining into the loop of a yellow piece of yarn tied in a bow to hold her flowing ponytail.
Kelly walked in through the second floor hall at Plato High School. Her mind cartwheeled with flashes of what had happened to her since she had arrived.
This semester had gone so well. She had A's in all her activities except math, and in that Kelly was failing. Numbers had never appealed to her.
Mr. Saturday taught math. Kelly had always liked his name. He was the youngest teacher at Plato High. She knew he was thirty because the news had appeared in the school paper, The Plato "Dialogue."
All A's would so amaze Kelly's parents that they would undoubtedly reward her generously. The young slut knew that. Her father had always stressed good grades, but during junior high she had been so busy having fun she could only manage C's.
But all A's. She might even get a new car when she turned old enough to drive. An excellent report card would be a first for Kelly. The possibility intrigued her. But Mr. Saturday loomed as a blot on this perfect record.
Kelly decided to use her beauty. She knew by now how much men liked her, loved looking at her, died to touch her. She was aware of how scrumptious her ass looked to men.
She turned around quickly and went downstairs to the restroom. She made sure her hair was just right, painted her lips with a sweet orange lipstick, blushed her darling cheeks with a wine rouge, licked her little tongue over her lips to give them a glistening effect, and walked confidently to Mr. Saturday's class.
She took her seat in math class, the last row, on the right aisle.
Mr. Saturday walked in. He looked younger than his thirty years. He had light-brown hair cropped short. He stood six-feet tall, and all the girls at Plato thought he was cute. Kelly certainly agreed with this observation.
Kelly crossed her legs and gave the teacher a prime look at her thighs. And he did look. He stared at that little yellow skirt up high. He gazed at Kelly's legs, from the hem of the miniskirt to the open-toed sandals on her feet.
But the teacher spent so much time with numbers on the blackboard Kelly only had one chance to give him a real good shot at her white panties. The teacher stared right up her skirt at the brilliant white dainties.
Kelly was disappointed when the bell rang. She was enjoying teasing Mr. Saturday, and she was afraid she had not impressed him properly.
She lingered at her desk and purposefully dropped her pencil, turning her back to the teacher's table, to Mr. Saturday, and bent over lewdly, the yellow skirt whipping in luxuriously around her shimmering ass.
She looked over her shoulder at Mr. Saturday. He was staring at her hotly. Kelly bent over from the waist down and, with every inch lower she went, the yellow skirt pulled up higher on her thighs in the back. The lovely little skirt skipped up until the ripple of her asscheek, that sweet slice of skin right below the panties, was revealed.
Kelly picked up the pencil, and, as she crooked over to get it, the skirt finally edged up over her white panties, revealing her finely encased ass.
Kelly stood up, turned around. "I'm having such a terrible time with math, sir."
"Maybe I can help you, Kelly."
"That'd sure be nice."
"What is it that you don't understand?"
"Numbers, sir. They confuse me. I'm doing so well in all my other classes, especially in Greek history...."
"Ah, well, then ... you must know it was Pythagoras, the greatest of all Greeks, who invented mathematics."
"Oh, really, sir?" Kelly walked to the front of the room and stood before her teacher.
"Yes, Pythagoras said 'all things are numbers.' "
"Is that right?"
He seemed very stiff and stilted to Kelly. "Numbers mean a harmonic progression, like life. You see, Kelly, if you put anything in a fire it will change; put an iron in the fire, it changes; throw a twig in a fire and it burns up; toss the number eight into a fire and nothing happens to it. Do you understand?"
"Numbers? That sounds so good, sir."
"Yes, and I've wanted to do a number on you since this semester started."
Kelly smiled, satisfied that her power had worked on the math teacher. This made her feel good, confident. Her lips glistened so prettily when she smiled.
"You were probably hoping I'd stop by after class one day and let you get in my panties, huh?" Kelly whispered.
The teacher was stunned. Kelly lifted the hem of her yellow miniskirt up over her thighs, pulled higher, higher over her cunt-soft panties. They tugged at her crotch.
Mr. Saturday wasted no time. He plunged his hand into Kelly's panties and slipped his fingers into the teenage fuzz between her thighs.
Kelly reached for and found his hard erection. Her teen queen fingers, the nails painted red, explored the length of Mr. Saturday's cock through his slacks. His prick felt hard, warm through the thin brown gabardine. She slid her hand along the stalk to the tip, then back to the base. The big hard-on felt like a thick wrist all the way from the base to the head, where his prick bulbed out in a helmet-shaped knob.
Mr. Saturday fingered Kelly's pussy. She unzipped his fly and withdrew the throbbing hardness of his prick. Kelly held the cockhead in her palm and watched his prick spit a pinhead of fuck juice on her wrist.
Kelly squeezed the big cockhead. "I need an A in your class, Mr. Saturday," she whispered. "I'll fuck you for it."
"Oh, God. You little whore!" the teacher gasped. He plugged his finger deep in Kelly's cunt. "I'll let you fuck me for an A."
He took Kelly down to the hardwood floor. It had been freshly scrubbed and smelled of pine. Mr. Saturday jerked her panties down. He jiggled them in his hand.
"Lick them, sir," Kelly whispered.
"What?" the teacher said.
"Lick my panties. Show me you love me."
The teacher plastered the white panties to his face, licked wildly at the crotch, sucked them into his mouth and chewed on them.
"God, I like that," Kelly sighed.
The man was on his knees, his cock sticking out of his fly. His prick slushed out a goop of cum that splashed on the floor between Kelly's legs.
He gagged on the panties, then pulled the soggy material out of his mouth and tossed them. The panties landed with a slap on the gleaming floor. Then Mr. Saturday lowered himself over Kelly. He guided his thick prick to her cunt.
"Okay, let's fuck for an A," the teacher whimpered.
"Yeah, fuck me for an A, sir," Kelly babbled, and his prick penetrated, slicked right into her pussy. "Ah, there! You're in. Now go on and fuck!"
Mr. Saturday humped and pumped his ass. He pounded up and down like a jackhammer on top of Kelly. His prick powered in and out of her cunt with hard fast strokes. Kelly threw her legs around the teacher. She felt his pants against her legs. He was fucking her with his pants on, and that excited her.
Mr. Saturday huffed and puffed. His strokes became brutally quick and fast. Kelly had never been fucked so .hard. A new delicious thrill zinged through her.
"Jeez. You're fucking the shit out of me!" Kelly moaned.
The man grunted and moaned. His big prick rammed like a piston in and out of Kelly's cunt. The man panted when he came. His load sprayed Kelly's cunt. The gusher of cream slapped into her like high, crashing wave.
This was a savage raw fuck. Kelly shook, wiggled, writhed under the man, bumping, humping to the pumping cock. She came.
"Sir!" she screamed. "Take me all the way!"
CHAPTER TEN
Robbie caught up with Kelly in the hall at Plato High. She had on a new majorette outfit for the game that evening. A shimmering black one-piece uniform that looked as though it had been sprayed on her superb figure. Her teen tits looked especially good as they mashed out the black satin at her chest in a divine billow.
She wore a high white hat with black stitching and a black tassel on the top. Her white boots had been freshly painted and shined.
"How 'bout coming to the radio station with me for a while?" Robbie suggested.
"I'll put my books away and meet you at the studio," Kelly said.
Robbie left her, and Kelly headed for her locker.
Mr. Higgins approached her from behind. "You look ravishing in the new uniform, Kelly."
Kelly turned to. face him. She smiled through pink lip-gloss. "Why thank you, sir."
He took her by the hand and pulled her to an empty classroom. He pushed her inside and closed the door. He pulled her to him and kissed her.
"You drive me wild, darling," he whimpered.
Kelly rolled her hips against his hardening cock and smiled up at the impassioned face of the teacher.
"Would you suck my cock for a minute?" he choked.
"If you'd like, sir, I will."
Mr. Higgins unzipped his fly. He reached inside, had trouble fishing out his enormous prick, but finally unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his shoes. Then he yanked his shorts down. The big cock thumped, wiggled at Kelly.
She overhanded his prick with both hands, squeezed the stalk, pulled down, then released, and watched the thick prick snap up and smash against the man's belly. She fell to her knees in her black uniform on the floor in front of him. She grabbed the cock, pulled down again, and kissed the throbbing tip.
Then she pulled back, swirling her tongue lightly over the ripe red cockhead. "I'd like to be head majorette next year, sir," she whispered.
"Ah, uh, of course, you shall be, you shall be the major majorette, Kelly."
Kelly slicked her lips over the prickhead, jutted her chin, and bounced her head in and out, the majorette hat bobbing beautifully as she sucked.
His was such a huge prick, Kelly got turned on incredibly by the long pulsing stalk. She felt the gush of cream in her mouth. He came.
A load of jizz rocketed into the young girl's gulping mouth. A river of fuck juice flooded her throat. She had to pull off the prick due to the force of his cum. Big chunks of fuck cream spilled from her mouth. Kelly brought a hand to her lips and caught some of it in her palm, wiped her chin with her fingers, then flicked out her tongue and danced it over the squirting cockknob.
She grabbed Mr. Higgins' cock with one hand and jacked wildly as she watched him shoot. The sight of the huge prick delighted her.
The teacher fell back against the blackboard, gasping, panting as Kelly knelt on the floor, her face covered with thick fuck cream. She wiped some cum off oh the back of her forearm. Mr. Higgins finally caught his breath and handed her his handkerchief. Kelly dried her face and stood up.
She tweaked the man's cock, pinched the head with her thumb and finger in a loving squeeze and said, "Don't forget your promise, sir."
"Never," he said. "You shall have whatever you want."
Kelly smiled and left the room. She got to the radio station just as Robbie began his show which lasted up until game time. She wanted to sit in with him and listen to the records he played. She joined him in the studio.
Robbie was playing the new Huey Lewis and the News, "I Needa New Drug." Robbie let the record spin and took Kelly to him, kissed her, ran his hands over the satin uniform in the back and felt her fabulous ass. His cock sprang to a fast erection.
This pleased Kelly. She loved the way men got all excited being near her, the way their pricks got so hard. She clutched the boy's cock.
He brought one hand around and rubbed his fingers into the tight crotch of Kelly's black uniform. He dipped down to his knees and sucked the satin between her legs, actually chewed on the crotch of Kelly's uniform.
"Oh, Robbie, don't do that, you'll ruin my uniform."
"I wanna kiss your cunt," he mumbled.
"Well, just a minute, will you?"
Kelly reached behind her and unzipped the uniform, took it down from the front, peeled it over her ripe tits, her flat tummy, her hips, her boots, and took it off. She stood regally nude except for her boots and hat.
Robbie dived for her cunt. He kissed her pussy passionately, as if he were kissing her lips, also wiggling his tongue in and out and up and down the delicious young cunt slit.
The record ended. Robbie jumped up, turned on the mike and announced the next record, an LP by the J. Giels Band. The cut "Centerfold" blared over the radio. He was so excited he ducked down quickly and once again pasted his mouth to Kelly's pussy as she stood between the turntables.
He chewed her teenage pussy until Kelly thought she might faint. She was so happy that men liked her, because it always made her feel so good, so exquisite.
Robbie spun the young girl around quickly and slashed his tongue up and down the crack of her ass, finally wiggling in a slurpy frenzy at Kelly's asshole. Robbie clutched the smooth cheeks of her ass, spread them, and worked his tongue deep into her ass. A thrilling quiver of delight shuddered through the young girl.
Judy walked in. "Hey! Look at you guys!"
"Oh, God, Judy, he's tongue-fucking my asshole!" Kelly cried.
"It seems to be the in-thing to do at Plato high," Judy said.
"I'd like the whole student body to fuck my ass!" Kelly bellowed.
"Come on, Robbie, take us both on," Judy said. She pulled him by the shoulders away from Kelly's ass. Kelly turned around and slapped Judy.
"Leave him alone, let him suck my asshole!"
Kelly shrieked.
"God, Kelly, don't get so uptight. I just wanna little fun, too." Robbie had a good hard prick that rippled in his jeans. Judy unzipped the fly and took his cock out. "Look how fuckin' hard his prick is."
Judy was attired in her alluring orange and black cheerleading uniform-black skirt, orange sweater, black knee socks, and orange tennis shoes. She wore her hair natural in a long blonde fall on her shoulders.
Mr. Baker suddenly slammed through the studio door. "What's this, another orgy?"
"Oh, Mr. Baker, will you fuck me?" Judy whimpered. "I'm so damn hot. I caught Robbie eating Kelly's asshole and I'm hot."
"The Greeks, of course, were always into games."
He stuck his hand under Judy's black-pleated skirt. He fingered her pussy through her white bloomers. Her pussy immediately became wet, and Mr. Baker pressed the balls of his fingers into the slushy softness, rubbed her cunt slowly until the girl whimpered with delight.
Robbie shoved his cock at Kelly. She grabbed his prick and jacked him as she watched Mr. Baker raise Judy's skirt up over her tights, saw him pull them down to reveal her blonde pussy, saw his finger fuck into her slick pussy slit.
"With the games came dancing and singing, revelry which was indulged in to express the enjoyment of social exhilaration. This blossomed art into beauty in the Greek culture."
"Oh, sir, I learn so much from you," Kelly sighed as she hammered her hand back and forth on Robbie's prick.
Mr. Baker finger-fucked Judy. The girl held her skirts up for him, rolled her plump ass, pushed her cunt at the plunging finger.
"I love you, Kelly," the man blurted. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his massive prick.
"I love you, sir!" Kelly sobbed, her hand a blur on Robbie's cock.
Mr. Baker's finger was working just as fast in Judy's pussy. He finger-fucked her with a furious slick-click sound. The young cheerleader threw her head back in ecstasy.
"I'm cummin'!" Judy shouted. She humped her ass and hips at the kinky finger in her pussy, felt the joy of her climax tingle through her into a supreme pleasure.
Kelly pumped on Robbie's cock. His cockhead bulged and jetted a stream of fuck cream that arched beautifully over Kelly's shoulder and splashed to the floor behind her.
"I'm cummin' too!" Robbie hollered.
"I love you, Kelly. I want you, darling. I'll do anything to have you," Mr. Baker yelped.
"I'm yours, sir. I'd be honored to be your girl," Kelly sobbed as she jacked wildly on Robbie's prick.
Then they came together. Mr. Baker took Kelly's nude body into his arms. He kissed her lovingly. His hand found her ass. He flitted his fingers over the tight softness. Kelly slipped her tongue into his mouth and flapped it at the man's teeth.
They broke their hot spitty kiss in a gulping gasp for air.
"I'll make you happy, dear," the man said.
"I know you will, sir."
"This will make me happy," Mr. Baker said, as he sent his hand into Kelly's pussy. He took the other hand and grabbed his cock, spread his legs, humped his ass, pulled Kelly's pussy lips apart, and inserted his thick prick in her pussy. She wound her arms around his neck.
They gazed into each other's eyes. It was a loving stare, a hot passion, eyeball to eyeball, and everything was there in the look they had for each other as they began a bucking and fucking stroke, rocking body to body, cunt to cock.
"But I'm only a kid, sir," Kelly whimpered.
"What does it matter?" Mr. Baker asked. "I love you, we'll find a way. We can study the Greeks together."
"Oh, God yes, that's what I want ... I want to learn and I want to fuck!"
"And indeed we will, my sweet darling," the man cooed, and sawed his cock wildly in and out of her young pussy.
Judy and Robbie were recovering from the respective cums and both were intrigued and very surprised by the words passing between teacher and student.
Kelly had her boots planted firmly on the floor. She ground her ass around, pushed her pussy to the teacher's fluid hardness. She delighted in the way his big thick prick plunged in and out of her cunt.
"I need to fuck a lot, sir!" Kelly cried.
"And we will, Kelly, we'll fuck all day, and discuss Greek art all night."
"I'd rather fuck at night," the girl smiled.
"Oh, you wonderful girl," the teacher sighed, and he fucked his cock in and out of her pussy.
Judy got so excited by all that was happening, she moved to Robbie and said, "Fuck me up the ass, will you?"
She bent over, hiked up her cheer leading uniform and offered the young boy her plump ass. Robbie slipped his prick between her asscrack eagerly and fucked her asshole.
"I want to marry you, Kelly!" Mr. Baker blurted.
"I'll marry you, sir. I'll marry you if I can."
"We'll run away to the island of Magna, where one can marry at any age, and we'll settle there to pursue our studies."
"Oh, golly, sir, can we? Oh, let's do," Kelly said, as she fucked furiously at the cock plugging her pussy.
"Yes, that's what we'll do."
Kelly pulled down on the man's neck, brought his head down to her and kissed him madly. She slobbered her tongue all over his lips.
The teacher cupped her sensational ass with both hands and pushed. His cock fucked in all the way. He fucked her faster now. Kelly liked the feel of the furious friction in her pussy.
"Will you marry me?" the teacher panted.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll marry you, sir. Just fuck me, fuck me, don't ever stop fucking me ... fuck me!"
Kelly's majorette hat bobbed beautifully as she fucked at the hot teacher. He humped lewdly at her young pussy.
"Yes, we'll get married, darling, and move to Magna."
"Promise, sir."
"Yes, I promise, Kelly."
And of course he had to keep this promise since Robbie had left the mike open, and everything that had just been said in the studio had been broadcast all over Plato High.
