Of all the social institutions which have had to endure change and weather criticism, the school system is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and marijuana, and the advent of casual sex, the school system has undergone immeasurable upheaval in the wake of social change.
This is the story of how one teacher manages to adjust to the liberated moral standards of modern American culture. Her method, that of promiscuity, may well be considered unusual or shocking, but is nonetheless successful.
THE HOTTER TEACHER SUCKS - 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
Molly Callahan had noticed the boys in her classroom staring lustfully at her all morning. One in particular, Johnny Andrews, was giving her suggestive leers.
At first it had embarrassed and flustered the school teacher, but after a while it began to excite her to know the young men were admiring her sexy body. Molly always loved being looked at.
She knew what was causing it today, too.
Usually Molly dressed conservatively for the classroom, wearing blouses with high necklines and long, loose skirts that hid her feminine charms.
Today she was dressed much differently.
Molly had not gotten back to her apartment the night before. She had been out with Keith, her fiance, and had gone back to his place for the night. She had intended to go home in the morning and change before she went to school, but they had slept rather late and then they had spent a long time sucking and fucking before they got out of bed, so in the end she had wound up coming to school in the revealing garb of the night before.
She could just imagine the impression that was making on the horny teenagers in her class.
She was wearing a clinging black dress that showed lots of cleavage and plenty of slim thigh and was molded like a second skin to the curves of her trim ass.
Her honey-blonde hair was tousled and she knew that her pretty face had a well-fucked glow.
On top of that, she had a love bite on her neck and knew it had not gone unnoticed.
She had tried to act demure and pretended to be oblivious to the stares and leers and looks that the horny students were exchanging.
But soon it began to make Molly hot.
She couldn't help it, being a very randy young lady and an exhibitionist at heart.
Her big nipples began to swell and jut out noticeably in her bodice, and she could feel her pussy start to simmer between her hot thighs.
She knew that the aroma of aroused cunt was beginning to permeate the classroom.
And she saw, too, that half a dozen of her students were squirming uncomfortably at their desks as their cocks got stiff and their balls swelled.
Johnny Andrews had the hugest lump in his groin, and Molly realized that the boy must be hung like a horse. He was a tall, good-looking kid, a decent student and the captain of the football team. It was gratifying to Molly to know she could excite him so much.
Finally the bell rang for lunch. The boys got up awkwardly, holding their schoolbooks in front of their crotches in a futile attempt to conceal their erections. Even a few of the girls seemed to be excited and intrigued. That pleased Molly as well, for although she was certainly not a lesbian, she had fooled around with other girls at teacher's college and enjoyed female admiration as well as male. The class trailed out, leaving her alone. Molly was both relieved that her ordeal was over for now, and sorry, too. And she was horny as hell, to boot. She decided to finger-fuck herself. She had plenty of time, since the next period after lunch was a free one for her. A hand-job would take some of the pressure off her agitated cunt and leave her more comfortable for the afternoon, she reasoned.
She closed the classroom door. There was no lock on it, but she didn't suppose that anyone would be coming back to the classroom for some time. Hot as she was, she knew it would take only minutes to frig off.
She lifted her skirt up above her waist and squirmed out of her bikini panties. They were sodden. When she tossed them onto the top of her desk, they hit the polished surface with a splash.
She opened the front of her dress and arched her slender back, spilling her tits out. She perched on the edge of her desk, her feet trailing to the floor, and began to feel herself up, pleasuring her tits and nipples as a sort of foreplay before working in her fuck-hole.
She kneaded the firm mounds and pulled at the swollen pink tips, moaning and purring. Her own caress wasn't as good as being felt by other hands, to be sure, but it was still exciting.
Cupping her tits, she lifted them in both hands, deepening the slick cleavage. Her blonde head tipped down and she began to lick at her bloated nubs and into the cleft. Then she nursed on each nipple in turn.
The rosy nubs exploded in her lips as she switched her head across, sucking each. Then she stroked down her flanks. She was braced on the rim of the desk, her ass squirming and her slim belly tilted up so that she could gaze down into her own gooey groin.
Her cunt-lips were unfurled, her pussy gaping open and cunt-juice spilling out lavishly, lathering her crotch, trickling down the insides of her trembling thighs and streaming back into the crack of her adorably tight, round ass. The surface of the desk was getting swampy under her haunches as her juice overflowed onto it.
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, breathing in her heated pussy perfume. The fragrance was tantalizing. Molly wished that she were a contortionist so that she could double over and eat her own cunt.
She ran her fingertips lightly up her inner thighs and brushed them in her curly blonde bush. Molly was taking her time, enjoying the preliminary caresses before she began to finger-fuck herself to a creamy climax.
But the boys that she had so aroused in the classroom were sure not taking their time.
Johnny Andrews had been the last to leave the room as he lingered at the door, his hard-on behind his schoolbooks, taking a last longing look at his teacher.
Sighing, he turned away and headed for the bathroom to beat his meat as he enjoyed lustful fantasies about his sexy blonde teacher.
But the delay had confounded him.
There were a lot of cubicles all in a row in the school bathroom, but by the time that Johnny had hauled his hard-on to that room, every single cubicle was occupied.
Every boy in the class had had the same urgent urge to whack off.
Johnny felt a helpless frustration. He stooped and looked under the locked doors. Some of the guys were standing, facing the facilities and some of them were sitting, legs extended, but all were pounding their pricks.
Johnny could hear all the grunting and groaning and wheezing of solitary sex. He heard palms hiss as they pulled up and down hot stalks.
"C'mon - hurry up, somebody!" he pleaded.
They began to shoot off, all in a row. Johnny heard spunk splash into the plumbing and saw pearly goo spatter on the tiled floor. His own neglected cock was bucking like a jackhammer and soaking his pants with pre-cum. He thought that now he would get a chance to use one of the cubicles, since all the guys had drained off.
But these were virile, potent teenagers.
Under the intense stimulation of the occasion, all their pricks stayed stiff and their balls refilled immediately. One hand-job would not satisfy any of them.
The all began to jack off a second time.
Johnny gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes in utter misery and desperation.
He knew that it would take them longer to get their rocks off a second time. It was unbearable to wait, and by the time that the privacy of the cubicle became available to him, it might mean missing lunch, too - although that was far from his chief concern.
He played with the idea of getting his prick out and spilling his jizz into a sink. But that was too risky. A teacher might come in at any time. The principal himself might need to take a leak, or even rouse, the football coach who had so often cautioned the team about the debilitating effects of self-abuse.
Johnny didn't dare jerk off in plain sight.
And he couldn't bear to wait there, listening to the luckier guys getting themselves off, hearing them spurt out spunk like he yearned to do as his bloated balls inflated more with every passing moment.
Then Johnny had a good idea.
Instead of lingering there in his ball-bursting need, he would kill some time in a pleasant way. He would go back to the classroom under the pretense of having forgotten his lunch vouchers. It would give him a chance to get another look at his lovely teacher.
Hiding his groin with his schoolbooks again, he left the restroom and trudged back down the corridor, stepping gingerly, his legs bowed out around his balls.
There was no one in the hall to see him.
He came to the classroom and pushed the door open quietly, sneaking a furtive look inside.
He had come to gaze at his teacher - and the boy damned near fainted when he saw what she was doing.
Chapter Two
Johnny had made no noise as he opened the unlocked door, and although he gasped then, Molly was panting too heavily to hear the sound from across the room. Her blonde head was turned down as she looked into her own foaming cunt with lowered eyes and flickering lashes, so she failed to see the youth.
Her dress was open at the neckline, fat tits spilling out, and she had drawn the hem up above her hips. The boy gawped at tit and cunt in awe.
His teacher was putting on quite an exhibition, a lot more instructive than any show-and-tell session that had ever taken place in that classroom.
Although she was hot to cream off, Molly was taking her own sweet time about it, knowing that a delayed cumming would be more satisfying.
Still avoiding her cunt, she rubbed her thighs and hips and slim belly. She felt her tits up again, pulling her fingers up the perky peaks. Those nubs were smoldering like fuses as she stroked them.
She bobbed down to lick her tits some more.
Johnny's tongue and lips were working in emulation as he stared at that mouthwatering sight. His eyes were so fascinated that the horny teenager even forgot the pounding of his prick and the surging of his balls.
Molly raised one knee and, still mouthing a tit-tip, gazed into her groin. She was so hot that her cunt seemed to have turned inside out, folded back to expose the darker meat of her inner fuck-chute.
Cream, thick as melted pearls, pumped from her pussy and turned her groin to a morass. Ribbons ran down her inner legs and soaked back into the crack of her ass. Her clit was sticking out like a miniature hard-on.
She inhaled the rising fumes and sighed.
Johnny knew what she was breathing in because he could scent her arousal all the way across the room. The fragrance was driving him wild.
Molly drew the tip of her middle finger lightly through her open pink cunt. She flicked it against her clit and shuddered.
Then the teacher brought her hand up to her face and licked the cunt-juice from her finger. Her head turned as she tongued her sticky digit. Then she pushed it into her lips and sucked on it as if it were a prick, purring as she tasted her own cunt-nectar.
Molly was fantasizing about all the boys that had been leering at her during class, not aware that the horniest of the lot - the one with the biggest prick - was gaping at her in wonderment.
She jerked one haunch up and reached behind her ass, working her finger into her shit-slot. She wriggled as she nudged it into her tingling ass-ring. Then she tasted her finger again, flavored by her asshole.
Molly was loving all this naughty self-stimulation, but she was making her cunt hotter by the instant and she just had to get her rocks off soon.
Still keeping her face averted in this solitary sex which was also an exhibition, unknown to her, the blonde lady wetted both hands in her mouth and then slid them both down through her tawny cunt-bush and into her groin.
She started to fondle her clit with one hand, pulling and rolling the swollen bud. She stroked her cunt with the other hand, caressing the unfurled pussy-lips and then slowly sinking all four fingers up her fuck-hole.
She began to finger-fuck deeply up her pussy as her other hand worked on her clit. Her ass was grinding on the edge of the desk and her belly and hips were flipping up in a fucking movement.
Molly whined and whimpered. She also shuddered and squirmed and panted. Her sensitive clit was beating savagely and her tit-tips throbbed in sympathetic vibration. She was licking her lips, and her tongue, too, was tingling as her whole body reacted to her caress.
Her head switched from side to side, but still she did not look up from her loins. Molly was intrigued by the sight of her own cunt melting.
Her thighs rippled as she began to bounce on the rim of her desk, riding her hands. She was steadily stuffing her cunt, pushing her fingers in to the knuckles, as her other hand caressed her sparking clit.
"Ahhhhhh!'' she softly panted.
Johnny knew she was starting to cum. He could tell it by the way her face was glowing and her nipples were jutting out like high-caliber bullets, as well as by the fact that the flow out of her fuck-hole was getting thicker and richer and the randy aroma was heady.
The boy had an urge to open his pants and pull his prick out and jerk off in unison with her.
But he fought against the compulsion.
Now that he knew what a hot bitch Molly was, he was losing the respect he had felt for her as a teacher, and beginning to wonder if he might not benefit from her passion - by blackmail, if nothing else.
He knew that she wouldn't want it known that she had been juicing off on the job, cumming in the classroom, loving herself in that hall of learning.
If he were to threaten to tell the principal, there was no telling what Molly might offer him in return for his silence, he reckoned.
And, with that prospect as a possibility, the young man was not about to waste his hammering hard-on in his own insensitive hand.
With his prick surging untouched in his pants, he watched her wanking peak.
It began throbbing in her clit. That nub went off like a blasting cap, fusing in deeper explosion in her steamy fuck-hole.
Waves of hot pleasure raced up her trembling thighs and coursed across her belly. The waves rushed together, each peak higher, rising to a crest.
She shuddered spasmodically as she soared to the heights and clung there in timeless ecstasy.
Her clit kept exploding and her cunt was pouring out girl-spunk in deluges, going off like a furry fountain in her sustained frenzy.
Her slim pelvis pumped from side to side and her hips swayed back and forth. Her ass almost slipped from the edge of the desk, sliding in her own slime.
She stabbed her fingers in and stirred the honey. When she tugged them back out, her clinging cunt sucked with a soft slurping sound.
She seemed to cream off for ages, each wave of joy followed by another. But at long last she began to ebb and the spasms got softer.
She kept on frigging happily away with both hands, making certain her cumming was complete. Done, finally, she slumped forward, panting heavily.
Still she had not looked up from the work at hand and seen the keen observer.
Her crotch looked as if someone had spilled a malted milkshake into it and juice was running down her thighs like limestone seepage.
She smiled contentedly and her deep blue eyes glowed with well-frigged radiance. When she pulled her hands out of her cunt, more female fuck-juice streamed out in a flood. Her pussy was still gaping open as her goo spilled out around the gumdrop of her clit.
Molly held her hands up to her chin and began to lap up her cunt-cum. She mopped up the goo, then scooped another handful out of her pussy.
But tasting the fruit of her cumming was starting to make her randy again. She figured that she had better stop fooling around now. If she didn't, she was going to have to finger-fuck herself to another climax and in the process she would miss lunch.
But Johnny had a hot lunch all ready for her, to be served in the classroom.
It was a rare apple he had brought for his teacher.
Chapter Three
When Molly looked up and saw the boy staring at her, she blushed furiously.
"Johnny! How long have you been standing there?" she gasped, not sure whether she should be angry or ashamed, not sure how much he had seen.
His leer told her he had seen enough and the teacher colored again in shame and embarrassment. Johnny came toward her slowly and Molly saw that the front of his pants was bulging alarmingly.
She knew that she should close her bodice and yank her skirt down, hiding her disgrace.
But she felt hypnotized, like a bird fascinated by the eye of a serpent. She perched there on the edge of the desk as the student walked up to her.
"I saw you finger-fucking," he rasped.
"Oh! I - I wasn't - really - " she stammered, but she knew that excuses were worthless.
He stared knowingly at her.
"I - I hope that you won't tell anyone, Johnny," she pleaded in a soft voice.
She looked at him beseechingly and Johnny knew he held the upper hand. He was determined to play those cards right.
Reaching out quickly, the youth snatched up her sodden panties from the desk. She grabbed for them, but he jerked them out of her reach.
"I might use these for show and tell," he threatened, making her squeal in horror. "All the guys will love it when I hold your panties up and tell the whole class why you took them off."
"Johnny! Ohhhhh - you wouldn't!" she cried.
He shrugged. "Maybe not. That depends on how nice you are to me."
"That's blackmail!" Molly wailed.
"Yep," he said, smug as could be.
Molly didn't know what to do. But she sure didn't want the boy to blab. She might lose her job and her fiance - and she sure as hell would lose the respect of the class. Paying bribery might be the best thing that she could do, under the terrible circumstances and threat.
And, too, Johnny was a good-looking young man and Molly always adored some young cock-meat - and from the way his fly was ballooning, the boy certainly had plenty of that to offer in return for his silence.
Undecided, she gazed at him.
Johnny, who was no fool, could tell that the teacher was in a quandary. He had seduced a few girls and knew how to be persuasive.
He was still holding the dripping bikini panties, and he waved them before her tauntingly. Then he slapped them to his mouth and began to lick and suck her pussy-nectar from the crotchband.
Molly whimpered as she watched.
"I can be nice to you, too, Miss Callahan," he mumbled into the wet garment, changing his attitude from threatening to promising - but still holding the threat right there, plastered to his face.
Her blush had become a gentle glow now.
"Does my juice taste good, Johnny?" she purred.
"Ummmmm - yeah!" he muttered. "It's sweet as honey in your panties. I bet the stuff tastes fucking scrumptious out of your cunt."
He glanced down at her widespread groin suggestively, panting into her panties.
Molly was losing her doubts and inhibitions.
"Do you want to eat my cunt, Johnny?" she asked him, looking demurely through lowered lashes.
Johnny removed her panties from his mouth. He had sucked most of her cunt-cream from the crotchband, but they were still evidence and he stuffed them into his hip pocket, in case further blackmail proved necessary.
But Molly had made up her mind - she would pay the ransom and she would do so gladly.
Still perched on the edge of the desk, she jerked her belly and tilted her cunt up.
"Lunch, Johnny," she sighed. "A nice, hot school lunch for a hungry student."
Johnny grunted with anticipation and bent his head down, sucking a fat tit-tip into his lips and nursing on it greedily. Molly moaned and stroked the back of his head. She was happy with the way that things were turning out now. He switched to her other tit and gulped on the swollen pink nub with relish.
Then the lean, athletic young man sank down to his knees between her legs. He began to lick up the slippery insides, tasting the ribbons of pearly goo that had spilled down her thighs.
Molly stared down in awe, hardly able to believe that she was going to let one of her young students eat her cunt - and how much she was looking forward to feeding him that foaming confection.
Johnny ran his tongue through her curly blonde cunt-bush, drooling down into her groin. His saliva was steaming in her creamy pussy.
He dipped lower down and, his chin resting on the desk top, slapped his nimble tongue into the musky crack of her ass and licked out the seepage.
Then he poised with his face hovering just over her delicious-looking pussy. He stared hungrily at that sweet delicacy. There was more than a simple lunch there - there was a whole damned dinner!
Molly jerked her cunt up like a creamy shellfish served on a hairy platter.
"Lick my pussy, darling! Suck teacher's cunt! Do your homework in my hot hole, Johnny!" she urged.
Johnny was a growing boy with a hearty appetite, and that sweet pussy was a more nourishing lunch than he had ever had in the school cafeteria.
The cunt-starved lad dove in to dine.
His tongue stabbed into her cunt, and he rooted in her pink rut like a pig, hungry as a hog as he wallowed in her horny pussy.
"Oooooh - ahhhhh - ummmmm!" the teacher moaned as his tongue pleasured her pussy.
She was instantly as hot and horny as could be, despite the fact that she had so recently creamed off on her own hands - for no hands could match the action of an avid tongue.
She arched and bowed and undulated as she mopped her cunt on his mouth.
His hands groped up blindly and mauled her tits, then stroked down her flanks and held her by her hips as he munched in her gooey groin.
Molly locked her thighs around his handsome head for a moment, then opened them again and jerked her knees up almost to her shoulders. She was curled up in a hoop, spinning on the axle of his rolling tongue.
She reached down into her crotch and opened her cunt-slot wider with her fingers, wanting him to dine as deeply as possible up her pussy. .
The boy had been using only his tongue for starters, whisking and flailing into her pussy, spooning out mouthfuls of cunt-cream.
Now he clamped his trembling lips to her pussy and began to suck, as well. His tongue kept on churning in as he nursed, French-kissing her fuck-hole like it was a furry, salivating mouth.
He took her swollen clit into his lips and drew it in and out, sucking her clit much like she intended to suck his prick, in return.
She was as hungry as she was horny.
Molly adored a mouthful of cock as much as she did a cuntful of tongue!
"Eat - eat - eat!" she wailed.
Johnny seemed to be trying to bury his whole face in her pussy, to sink in to his ears, and his enthusiastic tongue was stabbing damned near as deep as a cock.
His head turned from side to side like a terrier shaking a wet rat as he kept on sucking, and his tongue explored every inner nook and cranny, venturing into the hot, intricate inner folds of her cunt.
He drew out and licked her clit for a while, then began tongue-fucking up her cunt-sleeve again. The boy was gulping and gasping and gurgling as he gobbled pussy gleefully, gone suck-crazy on that tasty cunt.
Johnny was buried in her cunt from his chin to the bridge of his nose. He panted into her pussy, then inhaled, breathing in the fragrant fumes as he swallowed the overflowing juice, all of his senses aroused.
Molly bent over him, staring down, watching his tongue shoot up her cunt and his lips pull on the cunt-lips. The sight and the soft, muffled sounds turned her on almost as much as the sensations.
Her feet rose up and bicycled in the air. She curled her limber body up tightly, almost as if she were trying to go down on herself.
He was in a feeding frenzy now, gobbling away as she ground her cunt on his mouth. His drool poured into her pussy. The boy sucked it back out and swallowed, flavored from her cunt.
Johnny was loving this savory snack and willing to lunch in her loins for hours, but he knew it would be even more thrilling and succulent when this sexy school teacher started to cream.
"Cum - cum - cum!" he gasped.
Holding her by her hips, he tipped her pelvis up higher, as if her cunt were a goblet he wanted to drain to the last sweet drop.
Her flow was getting thicker and richer as the blonde woman soared toward the crest.
Molly felt as if her cumming were starting in her toes and fingertips, her whole ripe body turning into an erogenous zone as she peaked.
"Gonna cream, baby!" she gurgled.
"Yeah - yeah!" he enthused, sucking even more voraciously when he knew the crest was near. His mouth filled up and he glugged it down and she topped him up again.
Her cunt-cum seemed as thick and nourishing as boiling condensed milk.
Johnny panted and whimpered with the joy of it. He had never had his head in such a gooey pussy. It felt like melted marsh-mallows in his mouth.
She shuddered and teetered, on the edge of the desk, her whole lithe body vibrating each time another convulsion churned in her cunt.
"Don't stop! Keep creaming!" the starving student begged, gluttonous for cunt.
Molly obliged him by melting off in his mouth again, then again.
Johnny thought that the school teacher's pussy must be spilling out every bit as much goo as his cock and balls did when he got his rocks off. The hot stuff was spraying out from her squeezebox cunt almost as if she was shooting off, instead of creaming.
At last she began to falter.
The spasms came weaker and spaced farther apart as she spun down through the long, slow spiral of her complete satiation.
She kicked at the air and squirmed, and the hungry lad kept on sucking and tonguing, making sure that he had milked her to the dregs.
Molly, finished, slumped down, her plump tits bobbling like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. Johnny continued to suck out her cunt until he had drained her dry. Then he used his tongue like a ladle, spooning into her cunt, licking the pussy platter clean.
He leaned back and looked lovingly at the cunt on which he had fed so well. He felt like he did after a big Thanksgiving dinner - stuffed full but wishing that he had room for more.
His prick was pounding and he knew that the grateful lady was eager to milk him off, returning the oral favor and drinking from his cock. But her pussy still looked so sweet that he had to have another taste.
He dove in and sucked some more, then used his tongue to lap up the seepage that had escaped his greedy lips and trickled down her groin.
He gathered goo in sticky streamers from the insides of her trim thighs. She rolled her haunches up again and his tongue slipped into the tangy crack of her ass, slurping up cunt seepage from the cleft.
Molly rolled over across the desk and jerked her ass up higher. Her feet were pointed at the ceiling, ankles arched, thighs quivering. With her hard, round ass in his face, the ardent youth began to stab his tongue into the tiny brown bud of her shit-hole. Molly's asshole was almost as tasty as her cunt. He rimmed and reamed the puckered ring, then began to suck on her shitter.
"Ahhhhhhh - eat ass, darling! Suck my asshole!" the wanton woman wailed, jerking her ass up and down as her student fed in her fudgy crack.
He jammed his nose into that tiny shit-hole, sniffing and snuffling. The musky, tangy aroma turned him on and he stuffed his tongue in again. He slobbered into her shit-hole and sucked his saliva back out, tainted by her guts.
His tongue felt big as a prick as he plunged up into her tiny back passage.
Pushing his nose into her asshole again, he slid his jaw down and levered it around, then rose up to clamp his lips to her tart shit-hole again. She rolled back down and his mouth moved on her pussy again.
The boy seemed more than willing to cream her off with his tongue again and Molly was sorely tempted. But she knew that his cock and balls must be in a torment, desperate to be drained off. It seemed selfish of her to let him carry on feeding under those conditions - and, too, Molly's mouth was hornier than her cunt, now that she had cum.
Her tongue was pulsing like her clit had, and she parted her lips, forming a facial fuck-hole.
"Johnny," she whispered.
With his face buried nose deep in her cunt, the youth looked up from the tops of his eyes. He gasped in her pussy when he saw her mouth parted so invitingly and her slick pink tongue sliding out.
"I want to suck your cock, darling," she sighed.
A strangled cry of joy burst from his lips, vibrating in her pussy.
"I want to milk your cock and swallow every drop of your hot, thick spunk! Feed me, Johnny! Use my hot mouth like a cunt!"
Johnny gave her cunt a last loving slurp and drew back. He rose to his feet on trembling legs and began to open his bulging fly.
How happy he was that he had decided to come back to the classroom for another look - a look that had so sweetly turned into a lick.
But Johnny wasn't the only student who had returned to the classroom today.
Bonny and Gloria had not bothered to go to lunch and had gone to the student lounge to sneak a cigarette, instead. They frequently skipped lunch, both being very figure conscious - and both having lovely figures about which to be conscious, too.
Bonny, in particular, was a gorgeous girl, with big tits and an ass like an upside-down valentine. She was a raven-haired beauty, a good student and a cheerleader and very popular with both the boys and the girls.
Gloria was a redhead, less spectacular, but with a neat, trim, willowy body.
They both dated lots of guys and fucked like weasels and told each other all about it.
Gloria dragged on her cigarette and, smoke trailing from the corner of her mouth, giggled again. "Half the boys in class had boners!"
"I bet they're all jacking off in the bathroom," Bonny speculated. "Gee - I wish we could watch 'em!"
"Miss Callahan made 'em horny, all right - I'll bet we both get asked for dates tonight, Bonny."
Bonny gave her friend a speculative look.
"Hell, she even made me horny," she said.
"What? You turning dyke on me?" Gloria asked, taking it as a joke.
But the jet-tressed girl looked serious. "Well, gosh, no. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go to bed with a girl. Don't you? I don't mean with a lesbian or anything - just two normal, sexy, feminine girls making out together."
Gloria looked disconcerted.
"Gee - I don't think I'd do that," she said.
"Just fooling around, just for kicks - to see what it's like to kiss and cuddle with another female body."
"Just - neck, you mean?"
"Well, maybe do a little tit-sucking or - " Bonny paused uncertainly.
She had been meaning to suggest it to her red-headed friend for some time, but she was waiting for Gloria to show some enthusiasm for the idea. It would be too embarrassing to tell her what Bonny wanted to do and have her be shocked or disgusted.
But Gloria was looking nervous and shy.
"I'll bet it would be fun," Bonny said, wistfully, hoping Gloria might take the initiative.
"Well, maybe. But I don't suppose I'll ever find out. You - you aren't serious, are you?"
"Oh, I guess not," Bonny lied.
She was disappointed, but determined not to put her cards on the table before she was sure that Gloria would go along with it.
The teenagers stared at each other for a while, with a tension between them. In fact, Gloria would have jumped at the chance to go to bed with Bonny, but she was much too shy to say so. The very thought made her tremble and Bonny mistook it for nervousness or wariness and, with a sigh, failed to voice her desires.
Gloria stubbed out her cigarette and said that she had to do some studying. She left the lounge, swinging her trim ass suggestively and moving slowly, hoping that Bonny might call her back and make a proposition.
If only Bonny had known.
Bonny stared after Gloria's provocatively swaying ass and licked her lips. Bonny wished that she knew a lesbian or, better yet, a bisexual girl. She had been thinking a lot about cunt-lapping lately, more and more all the time. Bonny loved cock and had no desire to become a dyke, but she was hot to find out what lesbian love was like.
When she frigged off, she licked her fingers and loved the taste of her own cunt-juice. She scooped it out of her pussy and lapped it up, pretending that her cupped palm was a creamy cunt.
If the stuff was so delicious delivered by hand, then she could just imagine what it would be like to swallow it straight from a hot pussy.
She had even tried to go down on herself, but couldn't double over far enough because her big tits kept getting in the way.
She sucked her nipples after smearing them with pussy-nectar, but that was the closest that she could get to having oral sex with herself.
At the moment, she was sorely frustrated.
When Gloria left, Bonny was alone in the lounge. She slipped her hand up under her skirt and fingered her frothy fuck-hole. Then she sucked on her fingers. She thought about rubbing herself off, but she wasn't really interested in a hand-job. What she was really yearning for was a taste of another girl's pussy.
She wondered if all cunts were as scrumptious as her own simmering pussy.
Suddenly she had a delightful idea that made her feel deliciously depraved.
Miss Callahan would have left the classroom by this time. If Bonny returned there during the free period, while it was unoccupied, she could sniff and lick the seat of the sexy school teacher's chair!
It wouldn't be as thrilling as really sucking cunt, but it would be a kinky kick, and it would give her a hint of what teacher cunt tasted like.
Her mind made up, Bonny jumped to her feet, her heavy tits bobbling saucily in her tight sweater and her pussy steaming and bubbling between her thighs.
She was glowing with a randy radiance as she walked down the school corridor. She came to the classroom and, expecting it to be empty, walked right in.
And got a shock!
Miss Callahan was perched on the edge of her desk and Johnny Andrews, the captain of the football team, was on his knees with his face buried in the teacher's pussy.
Neither noticed Bonny come in.
Miss Callahan's eyes were closed as she started to cream off and anyhow her head was tilted down, while Johnny, of course, was able to see nothing but the steaming cunt stuck to his face.
Bonny gaped in astonishment.
She had dated Johnny Andrews and fucked him - she fucked all the boys she dated, as a matter of fact - but she wasn't at all jealous of Johnny.
She was envious!
The boy was doing just exactly what Bonny herself was longing to do to Miss Callahan!
Bonny stood just inside the classroom door, swaying around. She was dizzy with depraved desire and light-headed with horny hist. Should she sneak back out and let them have their fun? She sure didn't want to leave. Looking at that cunt-lapping was driving her wild.
She could hear the slurping of Johnny's tongue and the squishing of the school teacher's cunt and she was breathing in the perfume of hot pussy.
Just as Johnny had a short time ago, Bonny found herself considering blackmail. If she threatened to expose Miss Callahan unless that sexy teacher agreed to do some mutual cunt-sucking with her, things might well turn out just the way that Bonny wanted them.
She could make Johnny eat her out, too, just for the hell of it - maybe make him suck out her asshole while she sat on Miss Callahan's face!
It seemed a wonderful plan.
But she was too considerate a girl to interrupt them before the dining was done - and besides, watching it was a lot of fun.
Bonny tiptoed quietly into the room and crouched down behind a row of desks. She wasn't hidden very well, but she guessed that they were much too engrossed in each other to notice her presence for a while.
She slipped a hand into her crotch and cupped her cunt, but she just held that sizzling pussy. She didn't want to frig off now, when such a more thrilling prospect had become a distinct possibility.
As Bonny played the peeper, Miss Callahan juiced off in Johnny's eager mouth. He mopped up the dregs, then rimmed out her asshole for a while. He started to eat her pussy again, but then the school teacher formed a fuck-hole of her lips and invited him for a blow-job.
Should Bonny show herself now, before they got involved in more oral sex without her?
She thought about it, then figured that there was no hurry. The classroom would be free for an hour, and the longer Bonny waited, the hotter she would become. Too, since the teacher had just cum in Johnny's face, it might be a good idea to wait while she drank his cock off, giving her cunt time to heat up again.
Bonny was happy now that her friend Gloria had not seemed responsive to sucking.
But, as Bonny bided her time, it turned out that Gloria was to discover the joy of lesbian love before Bonny was, and quite unexpectedly.
Chapter Five
Gloria had been profoundly affected by the hints that Bonny had thrown her way - and terribly frustrated that they hadn't turned out to be more than a suggestion. Her mouth was watering for Bonny's body, tits and cunt and asshole, as she left the lounge.
The randy redhead knew that she had to get her cunt creamed off before her next class. Otherwise it would be squishing and squelching in her seat, and she would be filling the classroom with the cloying aroma of a pussy in need of being satisfied.
She knew a good place to take care of it, too. The school library would be deserted during the lunch break, and she could frig herself silly in privacy toward the back of the bookshelves.
She had done it there before.
She went into the library, and as she had hoped, found no one there. The librarian, a tall, slender woman who wore her hair pulled back severely and had never been known to smile, must be at lunch, like everyone else.
Gloria moved toward the bookshelves.
Then she paused and cocked her head, listening to some peculiar sounds from the dim recesses. She heard a steady hissing sound, punctuated by grunts.
Shit, she thought.
Miss Thompson must still be here, after all. From the sound of it, she must be shifting lots of heavy books onto the upper shelves.
Why else would she be grunting?
Gloria almost turned around and went back out. She figured she would have to give herself a fast finger-fucking in a cubicle of the bathroom.
But then, along with the grunting, she heard a softer sound - a sigh, a moan, a whimper. What in hell was happening back there?
Curious, Gloria tiptoed back into the shadowed maze between the tall bookshelves to investigate - and what a surprise she got, there in that hallowed hall of literature and learning!
Miss Thompson was back there and she was engrossed in reading a book. That much was normal - but nothing else about the situation was.
The librarian was stark-naked.
Her hair had been let down loose and she had a happy smile on her face.
And she had a dildo up her cunt, to boot.
Gloria was flabbergasted, to begin with. She had never seen the librarian smile, nor wear her silken hair out of a prim, spinsterly bun. She had most certainly never seen her naked - nor guessed that Miss Thompson's modest, tailored clothing concealed such a sexy body.
Gloria's shock faded away, replaced by fascination as she stood there and watched in silence.
Miss Thompson was on her knees. She was facing Gloria, but was busily reading a large book that she held in her left hand. Her plump tits swayed, and her long, auburn hair trailed down the upper slopes.
Her ass and belly and hips were gently grinding as, with her right hand, she steadily fed a huge rubber prick up into her juicy cunt.
Gloria could make out the title of the book.
Lesbian lovers! large letters declared, emblazoned boldly down the spine.
Gloria had heard rumors about Miss Thompson being a dyke, but had paid them little heed before. Now she guessed it must be true - and, because her mind had turned in that direction, following the brief and frustrating conversation with Bonny, Gloria was intrigued.
The girl gazed at the librarian's cunt as that woman stuffed herself with cock. As she pulled the rubber tool out, her pliable pussy-lips distended, clinging to her latex lover with suction.
Her clit was a swollen bud, flushed and pulsing as the prick rubbed across it, sinking in and then pulling back out to the rhythm of her guiding hand and her pounding pelvis.
Gloria felt her own cunt overflow, and her tongue slid out like a soft iron filing being drawn to the magnet of the woman's cunt.
Then she noticed another interesting aspect of the massive dildo. The hilt was fitted with a leather harness, the black straps snaking up Miss Thompson's trim thighs as she buried the stalk.
Gloria knew what that harness was for, although she had never seen such equipment before. It must be so that Miss Thompson could strap the rubber prick to her loins and fuck another woman with it.
Creamy cunt-nectar was gushing from the librarian's pussy and streaming down the cock. The polished floor was slippery under her groin.
She turned a page, reading avidly, a sensuous look making her face glow. She grunted as she rammed the rubber cock in, then moaned as it hit the core of her cunt.
As she neared her crest, her eyes misted and, no longer able to read, she tossed the book aside.
No longer looking at the print, her misty glazed eyes fixed on the watching teenager.
Miss Thompson gasped in horror, her mouth opening in an O shape. She stuffed the rubber prick all the way up her cunt, as if hiding the evidence.
Gloria smiled shyly.
"Oh, dear - I'm so ashamed!" Miss Thompson moaned. "I don't know what to say, Gloria!"
"It's okay. It'll be our secret," Gloria assured the mortified woman.
Miss Thompson looked grateful.
"Oh, thank you!" she cried.
Gloria was slowly moving closer, and it was obvious just where her eyes were staring.
"You don't have to stop, Miss Thompson," she said, breathlessly. "Go ahead and finish. I - I wanna watch while you cream off!"
Gloria's normal shyness and modesty had left her, under these bizarre circumstances.
Miss Thompson was momentarily surprised. Then she smiled again as it dawned on her that in this nubile redhead she had found a kindred spirit.
Gloria sat down right in front of her and stared into her goin like a hungry dog.
Miss Thompson tilted her cunt up give the girl a good look at the action. But she had lost interest in frigging her own fuck-hole, now.
Lunch hour in the library was going to be lovely.
Chapter Six
While Bonny, who was indirectly responsible for the mutual pleasure that Gloria and the librarian were about to enjoy together, watched from behind a row of desks, Johnny dropped his pants and stepped out of them and stood before Miss Callahan, who was still perched on the edge of her desk. Bonny was about to get a lesson far more fascinating than any she'd had in that classroom before.
The boy had a gigantic cock.
His cock-knob looked as big as a knotted fist, throbbing on the end of a thick, veined shaft, so hot that it was glowing like a purple lightbulb.
At the base of his cock, his hairy balls were like inflated balloons, so full of hot cum that the sight was causing Molly Callahan to drool - and making the peeking cheerleader slobber some, too. But Bonny's salivating was secondary, at the moment.
Bonny had sucked Johnny off on their first date, and several other times afterward, and sweet as his cock and spunk was, today she was more interested in sinking her tongue into Molly's cunt.
She was looking forward to audience participation, but she was content to wait and watch the blow-job that most definitely was about to begin.
Johnny shoved his prick out, but for the moment Miss Callahan avoided it. She was looking at his cock and balls like a starving child gazing longingly at a cream-filled pastry, licking her lips. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the gamy aroma of smoking-hot meat.
She pressed her nose to his fat knob, sniffing the tantalizing bouquet. His piss-hole was weeping freely, making her nose glisten.
"Suck my cock, Miss Callahan!" he rasped.
But Molly was in no hurry. Giving head to one of her young students was going to be such a treat that she wanted to make it last for a long time.
She lowered her head and began to work on his balls, savoring the nutty goodness of those swollen bags and feeling his cum load slosh about inside.
She lifted them in her palm as if weighing his spunk build-up and flicked her nimble tongue around at the hot, gamy underside.
The boy was quivering violently. Having his extraordinarily hard, huge cock licked was always a treat, but having it done by this sexy blonde teacher was a real thrill.
Molly laved all over his balls, slurping and salivating, loving the flavor of ball-meat, using the boy's big cumbags as a canape to whet her appetite for his cock and the reward of his youthful spunk.
His piss-hole was dribbling steadily, and lavish doses of preliminary seepage were running down his thick, throbbing cockshaft, as thick and solid as quicksilver. Johnny's jizz came pouring down in great, fat globs and Molly fitted her tongue to the base of his cock and drew it slowly up, lapping the slime from the underside.
"Ohhhh - yummy!" she moaned.
"Yeah - swallow my spunk, teach!" he gasped.
She tipped her head back and slipped her tongue out so that the excited young man could see his slime filming the moist, pink meat.
Then the naughty blonde school teacher swallowed with her mouth open.
Johnny moaned as he stared down and watched his pre-cum slip down her throat.
"Ohhhh, Miss Callahan!" he croaked.
Molly knew that words were a valuable addition to any sex act, adding to the thrill.
"Your spunk is scrumptious, Johnny!" she purred. "I love to swallow your slime!"
"Yeah - yeah - drink, me off!" he wailed, going crazy for her mouth, desperate to unload his swollen balls into that sensuous oral socket.
She ran her tongue up and down the heavily veined underside of his prick, lapping up the goo as it came flooding down. Johnny's cock was flowing like a fountain now, gushing out more pre-cum each time the long, pulsating shaft bucked and his massive cumbags sent more up the stem.
"Suck it, Miss Callahan!" he begged.
He loved having his cock licked, but he was horny for the even better sensation of having the smoking-hot prick engulfed in her sweet mouth. Johnny was willing to bet that Miss Callahan sucked prick even better than Bonny Rademacher, who had enthusiastically given him the best blow-job that he had yet had in his young life - and who, by pure chance, just happened to be watching.
Bonny knew a thing or two about mouthing cocks and she was appreciative of Miss
Callahan's technique - and wondering if that sensuous mouth would be equally enthusiastic about working on her cunt. She was willing to blackmail the teacher, if she had to, but she knew it would be better if Miss Callahan were willing - and she had a pretty shrewd idea that the sexy lady would cunt-lap with pleasure.
Bonny felt her cunt and tasted her fingers as she waited and watched the thrilling action that was taking placed in that carnal classroom. It was like a comprehensive lesson - the history of head-giving, the geography of gulping from a gooey groin, the language of oral love.
"Milk his cock, Miss Callahan!" Bonny silently mouthed as she waited.
She was almost as eager to see the school teacher swallow jism as that randy teacher was to drink from her student's prick.
But still Molly delayed the sucking that would bring Johnny to the creamy conclusion, not wanting this rare feast to end too soon. With most of the lunch hour and a whole free period ahead of her, she wanted to make a real banquet of the boy's cock and balls.
She zigzagged her talented tongue up his shaft, licking the dark, pounding vein and fluttering against the underside of his flaring cock-knob.
She went on down to lick his balls some more, then slurped up more pre-cum from his cock.
The stuff was bubbling out so thick that it was like eating oysters on the half shell. She let great globs of goo run over her tastebuds, then tossed her tawny head back and gulped it down, purring with pleasure as the succulent joy-juice warmed her belly.
Her delicate throat pulsed as she swallowed. Her nipples shot out like rosy rockets and her cunt, so well creamed off a few minutes ago, was beginning to steam again. But her mouth and tongue were still more eager than her cunt and clit for Johnny's next jizz load.
But one thing troubled her.
As she nuzzled his balls, she could tell that they were all set to blow like a bomb. The moment that she began to suck on his swollen purple slab, the boy was certain to get his rocks off. The very best part of sucking cock was when the guy exploded in her mouth and throat, to be sure, but Molly loved a long suck of cock-meat before she gulped down the dessert.
But then she remembered that this was a virile, potent, teenaged boy. Johnny would obviously be able to shoot more than once on this lunch break.
She arched her back and cupped her plump tits together, lifting the firm globes and deepening the cleavage. Her thumbs whipped back and forth across the stiff studs of her excited nipples. "Fuck my tits, Johnny!" she moaned. He nudged his hot cock into that slick tunnel and began to frig up and down, his ass corkscrewing. As he drove his prick up her tit-tunnel, his balls rolled up her stomach hit the lower slopes. Molly tilted her radiant face down and sucked at his cock-head as it surged from her cleft. Her tongue sank right into his piss-hole, gathering up the goo even before it had come sliming out.
Her saliva ran down his randy prick, streaked through with threads of his preliminary jizz. Molly was wild with lust for his full load.
His hard cock-shaft felt hot as a branding iron between her tits. She almost thought that it might be blistering her tit-meat.
"Shoot, Johnny! Slime off for me!" she urged.
Johnny had been hoping she would take his prick into her mouth before he drained off, but it felt wonderful to be shagging through her tits and he began to lunge up and down frantically.
Molly rested her chin in her breastbone and opened her mouth wide, right over his cock-head as that flowing slab came out of her cleavage.
His balls exploded when the head of his prick was buried in that soft chasm.
His juice shot up into her face, out of her tight tit-tunnel, so that his first spurt was hosing her when his cock-knob was still enveloped.
He thrust on up, and as his cock-head squeezed from the upper slopes of her tits, he pumped another load of cock-spume into her face.
The frantic young student creamed off as he flogged his prick up and shot again on the down stroke, flooding Molly's cleavage. His cock was like a cornucopia, hosing her pith an endless stream of jism. Creamy coils hit her chin and lashed her cheeks, and jizz-jets shot into her open mouth, skimming over her tongue, spraying her cheeks, boiling like hot oil down her gulping gullet.
"Ummmmm - don't stop, darling! Keep juicing off for me! Cum forever, baby!" the gluttonous woman groaned as he bathed her face with his jism. That steaming hot fuck-juice facial kept pumping out, coating her with cum from her trembling chin to the bridge of her nose, filming her high, delicate cheekbones, splashing into the hollow of her throat. Molly was in rapture as her student showered her face with his sweet spunk. Gooey coils matted her blonde hair and thick globs bounced off her chin and fell back down onto her heaving tits, but she was drinking most of that creamy spray, gorging on his cock-cream.
Johnny emptied his balls steadily and began to falter as the massive load came to an end. His balls slackened as they dragged up her tummy.
But his cock stayed hard as a stone.
Just as Miss Callahan had so cleverly calculated, one cumming didn't even put a dent in his vitality. His balls started to swell again instantly.
The tit-fucking had been fun - for starters.
And now he would be able to last a bit longer in her mouth, letting her savor the meat course before she gulped another bellyful of juice.
Miss Callahan thought that Johnny's jizz was the only lunch she would have today - not realizing that another hot meal was sim-mering in that classroom.
Chapter Seven
Molly drew back, and Johnny's prick came pulling from her cleavage. It stood rampant and vibrant. She ducked down and lapped the residue from his cock-knob. His balls were getting fat and solid again.
She took his cock-knob into her lips and polished it like a purple gemstone. The prick was so delicious that it was making her eyes water.
"Turn around for a minute, baby," she moaned as she drew her mouth off his meaty slab. "Let me suck your asshole for an appetizer.' '
Johnny rotated, his jutting cock swinging around like a howitzer getting the range.
Molly massaged the hard cheeks of his ass and kissed all over them, reaching in to play with his balls from the back.
Johnny bent over as if he were going to touch his toes. He grasped his ankles, doubled up. His cock was damned near stabbing him under the chin. It looked so long that Bonny, who had had it stuffed down her throat a few times, got the idea that the boy might be able to suck his own prick if he didn't have Miss Callahan to do the job for him.
He was hiking his ass up and the blonde teacher kneaded and kissed the taut asscheeks some more. Then she placed her open hands on those hard globes and spread them apart, opening the musky cleft and exposing his shit-hole.
Molly ran her tongue up his tasty crack a few times, then set to snacking on his shitter.
Johnny groaned at the sensation, realizing with the first lick that the school teacher was an expert rimmer. Molly loved to eat ass, especially tender young teenaged ass - of either sex, for that matter. She knew it was naughty, and that made it more exciting. Molly felt deliciously depraved and wanton as she debased her tongue in an asshole.
"Ummmmm - ummmmm!" she sighed.
"Ahhhhhh - ream me out!" Johnny moaned.
Bonny couldn't see this action, but juicy slurps told her just what the school teacher was doing behind her ardent student's ass.
Molly adored the tart taste and the fudgy texture of his asshole. Her tongue whipped in, sinking up his shit-slot. She probed deep and he shuddered. She seemed to be licking the very root of his hard-on inside his groin.
Tongue-fucking up his ass, she sucked on the brown ring, eagerly feeding in his shitter. Her tongue danced in wildly and her mouth drooled at the succulence. Her jaw worked as if she were munching a chewy caramel.
"Ohhhhh, Miss Callahan! You got a magic mouth!" he rasped. "What an ass eater! Get your fucking tongue up my guts! Suck my shit-hole, baby!"
His prick was responding to the rim job, bucking and surging. More preliminary goo started to gush from his piss-hole and flow down his cock.
"You'll make me cum!" he gasped.
It was either a warning or a promise. It felt so good to have Miss Callahan mouthing his asshole that Johnny didn't care if he shot off that way or not, but he figured that she might want him to turn around before he creamed - and that was certainly true.
She hungrily sucked his ass-ring a bit longer, then drew back, grinning and licking her soiled lips.
Her slobber was running out of his asshole like the seepage of an enema.
"Turn around, darling! I want your big, delicious cock in my mouth!" she panted.
Johnny straightened up and spun around to face her - going to the head of the class, as it were.
His prick loomed up and her head ducked down.
She lapped his balls and slurped the pre-cum up as it slid down his prick. He jabbed his cock-knob at her lips, but she didn't swallow it in yet. She could judge that she still had a minute or two before the potent teenager was liable to squirt off his second slime load.
She worked with her tongue, bathing his balls, laving his prick. She licked up his flat belly and tongued into his wiry pubic bush.
Then she fitted her parted lips to the underside of his cock-shaft. Her mouth worked as if she were gnawing on a meaty bone.
She pulled her lips up and down, playing on his prick like a mouth organ. Her mouth lid from the thick hilt up to the slab of his cock-knob, gathering up the goo that was washing down, leaving his prick glistening with her saliva. His stiff cock was humming like a vibrator in her lips, jolting and jerking savagely.
"Toot my flute!" he groaned, humping and driving that meaty instrument up and down through her lips.
His balls rolled up at the root of his cock and slapped against her cheek as she slid down.
Lavish globs of spunk spumed from his piss-hole, and she figured it was time for a drink. Mouthing his cock was lots of delicious fun, but she wanted his cock in her mouth when he blew his wad.
She fluted her lips on up his cock-stalk again and this time she turned her radiant face down over his prick, kissing the greasy slab lovingly.
Her lips parted and Johnny humped up, jacking his prick into her facial fuck-hole.
She sucked his cock-knob in hungrily and started to nurse on the meaty valve. Her lips peeled out around his cock-shaft, and her cheeks indented as she sucked, then billowed out as she blew down his prick.
Drool mixed with creamy pre-cum, spilled from her mouth and washed down his cock.
Johnny trembled and gasped. She had been a great licker, but the sucking was even better!
"Fuck my face, baby! Use my mouth for a cunt!" the horny school mistress moaned.
He slogged in deeper, feeding half of his elongated cock into her mouth.
"Unghhhhh!" she gulped when the boy's bulging cock-knob rammed into her throat.
But she held it there, loving it, then pulled her lips back up, sucking through every sweet, throbbing inch of his prick, then collaring the knob again.
Johnny humped her mouth and she bobbed up and down to meet him, working in the classic blow-job motion. She swallowed down to his balls and his cock vanished.
"Glubbbb - gulpppp!" she sputtered.
He stared down in awe. Her lips were glued to the hairy hilt of his cock, every blessed inch buried. His cock-head was halfway down her throat!
Even orally inclined Bonny Rademacher had never managed to swallow him balls-deep.
"Yeah - deep-throat me!" he croaked. He stabbed in as Molly gladly gorged, her blonde head pumping up and down on the huge mouthful.
His balls hit her chin and then rolled on up to her pursed lips. She seemed to be trying to swallow his whole meat rack in, balls and all.
"Juice me, Johnny! Jizz me!" she begged, speaking on the head of his prick like a torch singer caressing a microphone as she crooned a steamy ballad.
"Umppfffff! Unghnnnnn!" she gasped as he clogged her gullet again, choking off her words.
Then she wailed on his cock-knob again as he pulled back, pleading for his spunk.
"Slime in my mouth, baby! I'm hungry for your hot, thick fuck-juice!" she sputtered as he pounded in. "Whitewash my tonsils, darling! Paint my palate! I wanna swallow your sweet cock-spume!"
Her words inflamed him as much as her mouth.
Johnny kneaded her hobbling tits, then held her face between his open hands and slogged his prick in faster, on the cum strokes, now.
"Gargle the goo, Miss Callahan!" he croaked.
"Yeah - yeah! Feed me!" she panted, in hungry expectation of his viscous load. His balls were stretched tight as a drum as his cum dose built toward the bursting point. His prick hissed through her lips and jammed her gorge, tilting her head back as he hammered in. He grunted and slammed in and out. "Here it cums!" he cried. "Ummmmmm - ummmmmmm!'' He threw his head and shoulders back and whacked his prick up and his cock exploded in her mouth. The first wad squirted out as he buried his cock and gushed straight down her throat.
He shot again on the backstroke, cum-ming on the recoil, giving her the pleasure of tasting his young jizz before she greedily gulped it down.
His prick went off again and again, slamming in and sliding out. His spunk was pouring out in creamy coils and gooey ropes.
A wad his the arched roof of her mouth, another splashed in her cheek. He bathed her tongue and hosed her throat. Jets of jism spurted out dynamically.
Miss Callahan was drinking with relish but the boy's load was too much for her Cum and drool overflowed her mouth and poured down his prick. Then her head bobbed down and she sucked it back from his cock.
Her tongue was floating in a swamp of cum and her belly was so full that she could feel the thick goo sloshing around inside her It sped from his pulsing piss-hole so hard that she heard it splash in her gullet.
"Glubbbb - gurgle!" she slurped as she ingested it.
"Drink my cum, Miss Callahan! Swallow the slime, you sweet cock-sucker!" he rasped.
His words were music to her ears as his cock continued to nourish her mouth.
It was no insult to Miss Callahan to have her student call her a cock-sucker!
"Keep cumming, baby! Flood me! Ooooh, I love it - love it - love to drink from your cock!" she babbled, then choked on another throatful. He drained off squirt by squirt. His balls began to deflate as all of his juice ran out of them and into her mouth.
The school teacher had swallowed a lot of cum in her time, but she didn't chink she had ever tasted any as yummy as this young boy's load. Her taste buds were going crazy. Johnny's jizz was as thick as condensed milk, as gooey as a wad of taffy. At long last he flagged. He missed a stroke and lost the rhythm. Molly kept on bobbing her head up and dowm, milking out the last drops, sorry that it was over. She wished his big prick could keep on spraying her mouth and throat for an hour.
He stopped humping and shuddered. She pulled her slimy lips up to his cock-head and folded her fist around his cock-shaft. Squeezing, she drew her hand up, milking the dregs out as if getting the last spurt from a toothpaste tube.
She frigged him briskly and was rewarded by one last squirt on her tongue.
Then she drew her lips from him and turned her face up. she opened her mouth so that the boy - and the girl, too, although Miss Callahan didn't know that, yet - could see the last of his slime on her tongue. She swallowed it with her mouth open. He looked awestruck. "Jeez, Miss Callahan - you got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner!" he croaked. She smiled, delighted by that. Bonny, too, had been deeply impressed by Miss Callahan's oral ability. The raven-haired cheerleader had thought she knew a thing or two about giving head, but now she knew she could take a few lessons from her teacher when it came to milking off a prick.
And, she fervently hoped, a cunt, too. Johnny's balls were sagging, but his formidable prick was still fat and firm. Molly dove on him again, using her nimble tongue to gather up a few stray globs of jizz that had escaped her lips and trickled down his cock-shaft.
She leaned back on the desk again, grinning, happy that he still had a hard-on.
"I adore sucking you off and swallowing your sweet jizz, Johnny. I wanna blow you a lot, from now on. You can cum in my mouth for lunch every day." He beamed at the prospect. "Only - it makes my cunt awfully hot when I drink a guy off," she whispered meaningfully.
"Want me to eat you out again, Miss Callahan?" the boy asked eagerly.
Bonny was just about to spring up and claim that job for her own hungry mouth and tongue. She just couldn't bear to watch Johnny gobble the creamy pussy that she was so much yearning for. But Molly had another idea. "Why don't you fuck me now, Johnny?" she purred. He grinned with enthusiasm.
And Bonny sank back into hiding. She could wait a bit longer for the pleasure of seeing them fuck - and, besides, she reasoned that Miss Callahan's cunt would be even more delicious once it was hosed full of jizz.
Chapter Eight
Miss Callahan drew her knees up and sat on the edge of the desk again, her lean legs parted. Johnny held his prick by the hilt and snapped it, then gave it a few strokes up and down to make sure it was fully stiffened. His virile balls were slack but, drop by drop, another cum load was seeping into them.
His prick was hard and he didn't wait until his balls had swollen fully again.
He thrust his loins out and guided the purple head of his cock into the teacher's pussy. Turning his hand, he slid his fat cock-knob around in her gooey cunt, stirring her pussy with his prick paddle. Only the prick-tip was in her and they were both enjoying the pre-liminary play.
Cunt-juice was bubbling around his cock as he whisked in her cunt, and ribbons of the delicious-looking cream ran down her groin and soaked her ass-crack.
He worked his cock-knob against her clit, making the woman moan with pleasure. His ass tightened and he began to slowly run his prick into her pussy, sinking it in inch by slow inch.
Then, with a sudden jolt, he buried his cock all the way up her cunt-sleeve.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed.
Johnny held his prick buried, savoring the sensation of having all of his throbbing cock enveloped in clinging cunt and letting the teacher thrill to the pleasure of having her pussy stuffed to the brim with hard cock.
She began to move before he did.
She pulled her pussy up and down two or three inches of prick, fucking rhythmically. Then he started to move in counterpoint, shoving it up her as the lithe blonde woman pumped down to the hilt.
His ass corkscrewed as he fed her the cock faster, and she bucked and churned in response. His balls were slapping on the cheeks of her ass like the clappers of a meaty bell, landing with a solid thud.
Molly started to chant, just like a school teacher giving the multiplication tables by rote.
"Fuck - fuck - fuck!" she wailed each time he shoveled his cock up her.
Johnny was changing the pace, feeding her a fast thrust, then a slow one.
His prick went in like a rolled roast into a pre-heated oven, then rammed in like a piston. He dipped at the knees and pumped a long, underslung load up her pussy, then rose onto his toes and slipped it in from a higher angle so that every inch of the long prick was rubbing across her sensitive clit as he bedded it to the root.
Molly was panting and moaning with joy.
Getting fucked by the student was even better than sucking him off, she thought - although there wasn't a hell of a lot to choose between those two lovely events.
Her talented cunt was working on him like her mouth had, sucking hungrily. The inner rings contracted, molding her cunt to the contours of his cock, rippling up as if she were using her fuck-hole to jerk him off.
Her cunt clung so tenaciously that, when he pulled out, he was dragging her pliable pussy-lips down his cock-stalk, damned near dragging her cunt inside out.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, knees hooked, heels drumming on the hard cheeks of his ass, then rubbing into the tight cleft and sliding on down to massage his balls as they came swinging back in his groin.
"Fuck me silly, baby!" she babbled. He grunted and pounded in hard. "Fuck my ass off, Johnny! Oh, sweet shit - fuck my cunt to jelly!" she squealed.
Bonny was jealous of them both, envying the teacher that huge cuntful and envying Johnny her cunt as well. But she was still avoiding the urge to finger-fuck herself, determined to get more than a hand-job today.
Her tongue was every bit as hot as her clit as she gazed like a glutton at the coupling, hungry to suck the boy's jizz from the woman's pussy.
As Johnny drove his cock in, filling her, he was pumping great lashings of cunt-juice from her pussy, turning her crotch to a foaming morass.
The flow was getting richer as Miss Callahan began to cream off. Bonny was breathing in the heavy, cloying fumes of cumming cunt, driving herself crazy. Inhaling the aroma, she longed for the taste.
Johnny began to jerk in dynamically.
Molly threw her knees up and her ankles arched as she kicked convulsively in the air behind his grinding ass. Spasms shook her. She jolted and bucked and undulated on his hammering cock.
He was pouring the prick up her so deep that she felt transfixed. Still tasting his jizz on her tongue, she had the fanciful thought that the boy's enormous prick might be stabbing right through her and sliding into her mouth from out of her throat.
"Creamin', baby! Cumming! My fucking cunt is melting on your cock, darling!"
But he knew that. His prick was pumping in through a swamp of cunt-cum, and oceans of the goo were pouring from her pussy as he stuffed her full.
"Shoot in me, Johnny! I'm hot for your slime! Fill me with your fuck-juice, baby!"
Her cunt was so hot now that Johnny thought he might blister his cock in that inferno. She melted again and again and her clit went off like a machine gun. In the throes of pure rapture, she twisted her head from side to side, eyes rolled back, lips slack and panting. Her face was a mask of primitive passion.
She tightened her cunt muscles, milking him. This was a lesson in sex education that Miss Callahan was well qualified to teach. Her fuck-hole was sopping wet and slippery, yet her cunt muscles were in such good tone that they kept the fit tight and snug, the friction spectacular.
She spun her ass on the desk, winding her pussy onto his prick like a juicy nut on a meaty bolt, adding twisting torque to the in-and-out action.
Her legs locked around his loins, flew open wide, clamped him in a velvet vise again. Her knees jerked up and she rolled her ass.
He cupped her by the ass and pulled her pussy onto his prick as he heaved it out. His balls seemed as big as melons again as another load neared the pressure point and the heat of fusion built up steadily.
"Gonna - jizz!" he rasped.
Molly wailed in anticipation and her cunt exploded again, her clit going off like a detonator and the core of her cunt dissolving.
A strangled cry broke from his lips and a steaming geyser sped from his balls. Molly screamed when she felt his prick lurch and, a split second later, felt his boiling jism pour into her pussy.
She pumped in savagely and juiced off abundantly, pouring so much spunk into her pussy that she marveled at his potency. He had already shot off twice before, but his cum seemed as plentiful as ever.
She fucked in a wild waltz and Johnny hammered in and emptied his balls to the dregs.
Spent, he held her to him, his cock still wedged up her cunt. The last of his sweet slime came out of his piss-hole in a meager trickle.
"You're a lovely fucker, Johnny," Miss Callahan told the youth.
"Your cunt is something else!" he gasped. "It felt like you got a mouth up there!"
He wriggled his cock around in her, then began to pull it out as it had sunk in, inch by inch. The fat cock-knob stayed plugged in her pussy for a moment, then popped out like a cork from a bottle.
It stood out straight, parallel with the floor and aimed at her cunt. Then, incredibly, it gave a jolt and snapped upright again, the knob slapping Johnny high on his flat, well-muscled belly.
Her vacated cunt-slot stayed open wide, retaining the shape of his prick. Out of that gaping pussy came a flood of cunt-cum and jizz, all mingled into one scrumptious-looking sex sauce.
Bonny was glad she had bided her time.
Johnny's prick looked delicious now that it had just come out of Miss Callahan's creamy cunt-hole, and Miss Callahan's jizzed pussy looked even more appetizing than it had before it had been hosed full of cum.
The girl once again started to rise from behind the row of desks and make her presence - not to mention her desires - known to them.
But then Miss Callahan looked down and her pretty face registered renewed excitement.
"Why, Johnny, you sweet boy - it's still stiff!" she cried, staring at his rampant cock.
He looked smug and pleased with himself.
"Can you cum again?" the teacher asked.
"You bet," he announced.
The horny youth often jacked himself off three or four times in rapid succession and knew damned well he could just keep right on cumming into this sexy school marm.
He waited to see if Miss Callahan wanted it in her mouth or her cunt this time.
But she had another idea.
And Bonny had to wait a bit longer before she discovered the joy of lesbian love - although another young girl, inspired by Bonny's hints, was already finding out about that.
Chapter Nine
Miss Thompson was kneeling, her lovely thighs arched out and her slim belly tilted up. The huge rubber prick was stuck halfway up her cunt-hole, the leather harness trailing behind. Her clit flared on the firm tube and cunt-juice oozed down it. Gloria, curled up gracefully in front of the librarian, was staring into her creamy groin, The girl looked intrigued, enchanted, bewitched and beguiled. Her eyes were glowing and she was licking her trembling lips. Her face was very slowly drawing closer to Miss Thompson's crotch, as if drawn by magnetism.
Miss Thompson slowly pushed the dildo in and out of her pussy. It felt a hell of a lot more exciting to fuck herself now that the young girl's eyes were burning into her groin so hungrily.
Miss Thompson guessed that Gloria was a novice in the art of lesbian love, but it was more than obvious that she would be an excellent pupil, keen and enthusiastic, avid to learn of distaff desire.
And the librarian loved nothing more than virgin tongues and cherry cunts.
She wriggled and squirmed as she stuffed her pussy full of false cock, grinding it in. Gloria was inhaling the pussy perfume and whining like a dog.
"Do you want to taste my cunt?" the woman asked.
"Oooooh - yes!" Gloria whimpered.
Gloria had already fucked up once today by playing coy with the cheerleader, and she was not about to slip up again with this luscious librarian.
"Why don't you get undressed first, darling?" suggested the more experienced female, sliding her tongue out to let Gloria know that she considered cunt-lapping to be a mutual affair, a returnable favor and feast.
Gloria was eager. The shapely redhead quickly removed her clothing as Miss Thompson gazed at her appreciatively, adoring that firm young flesh.
Naked now, Gloria curled up in front of Miss Thompson once more. Her cunt was sizzling, but her tongue was even more aroused.
Gloria knew what it felt like to get tongue-fucked, since boys were always hot to dive on her cunt, but the sweet mystery of doing it fascinated her.
Bending down, she began to run her tongue up the thick rubber rod, tasting the cunt-nectar that had streamed down the sulk.
"Ahhhh!" she purred.
The librarian wedged it like a lever in her pussy as the redhead licked up the cock. Gloria rubbed her nose on Miss Thompson's stiff clit, sniffing. Then she flicked her tongue against that fiery bud.
She moaned, finding out that licking cunt was even more wonderful than she had imagined.
The girl loved everything about it, the taste and the texture and the fragrance. She worked her tongue into Miss Thompson's cunt along with the rubber cock. Cunt-cream poured past her lips.
She danced her tongue against the lady's clit again, then sucked it into her lips and began to nurse, pulling it in and out as if she were sucking on a tiny, pliable prick.
"Ooooh! That feels so good!" the librarian purred.
Gloria was proving to be very good student, needing no practice or training and certainly no coaxing. With the very first lick, the sexy, nubile little redhead had become a devout and confirmed cunt-lapper.
Miss Thompson slogged the dildo in and out a few more times as Gloria licked around the edges. Then she pulled it out. "We don't need this now, do we, darling?" she whispered huskily, holding the glistening prick up.
She tilted it down and nudged the creamy cock-knob against Gloria's lips. Gloria began to suck on the rubber slab just as if it were a real cock. Her lips pulled and the woman frigged it in and out, watching as Gloria slurped all the cunt-juice from the knob and upper shaft.
Gloria was going suck-crazy on the dildo. She knew that if Miss Thompson's pussy-cum was so scrumptious served on a rubber cock, the stuff was going to be delectable when she drank it from the source.
The lewd librarian gently drew the saliva-soaked device out of Gloria's mouth and tossed it aside.
"I'll fuck you with it later, Gloria - but why don't you finish eating, first?"
No invitation to a banquet could have pleased the hot-mouthed teenager more!
Drawing her knees up under her, she lowered her head and buried her face in Miss Thompson's cunt.
Her tongue whisked and flailed and slurped in that gooey pussy, spooning out the cream. She tongued in as deep as her lap-per would extend, and Miss Thompson's tight cunt sucked on Gloria's exploring tongue. Her pussy was sweet as heated honey, but the goo was thicker. It was like eating melted taffy.
She began to suck as she tongued, French-kissing the librarian's fuck-hole.
"Ahhhh - yes, yes, yes! That's it, baby! Ohhh - you give great head, Gloria!"
Gloria was delighted to know that.
She was never going to lose her taste for cock-meat, but she was determined to gobble every cunt that she got a crack at from now on. Even while she was still eating away happily in Miss Thompson's randy pussy, she was looking forward to seeing the raven-haired cheerleader again. She could never be shy again.
Gloria ground her lovely face in, coating herself with cunt-slime from chin to brow. She was wallowing merrily in Miss Thompson's cunt, rooting around like a hungry hog in a trough of slops.
She sucked the woman's explosive clit, then clamped her mouth to the cunt and concentrated on milking the juice out. Her lips were glued to that steamy pussy like a rubber plunger on a clogged drain. The librarian trembled violently. Her flow was getting creamier and Gloria knew she was going to cum soon. But Gloria was relishing this first feast of foaming fuck-hole so much that she didn't want it to end so soon - even though she sensed that the best part would be the magic moment when her lesbian lover melted in her mouth. She came up for air, giving Miss Thompson's clit and cunt a moment to recede from the peak. Arching her slender back, Gloria pushed her tits into the librarian's spread groin. She rubbed her swollen nipples on the woman's clit and dipped them like tiny cocks into her creamy cunt.
Then, holding Miss Thompson around the cheeks of her ass, she tilted her cunt up again, like a bowl of ambrosia ready to be devoured.
She dropped her head and fitted her lips to that steaming pussy and began to suck for cream.
Gloria seemed to be trying to sink her whole face up Miss Thompson's fuck-hole, and her tongue was ladling up the juice from the inner folds.
The librarian clamped her long legs around Gloria's head for a moment, but there was no need to hold the girl in her groin. There was nowhere that Gloria would have rather been that dining at the cunt table.
Miss Thompson opened her legs again and stared down into her crotch, watching Gloria munch.
"Lick, baby - suck!" she panted.
"Ummmmm - ummmm!" Gloria sighed.
"Gonna fucking cream! Your mouth is driving me crazy, darling! Drink me off!"
"Ooooh - cum - cum - cum, Miss
Thompson!" the randy redhead urged, hot for the sensation of having a steamy pussy soak her tongue with cunt cum.
Waves of rapture ran across the librarian's loins and shot up her shaking thighs. The waves were rushing upon each other, rising to a tidal crest.
Her clit exploded violently.
The core of her cunt turned to jelly and her girl-cum came gushing down her pussy and poured out into the student's avid mouth.
Gloria sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, and Miss Thompson kept on cumming, feeding the cunt-starved girl in lavish floods.
Drained off at last, the lithe librarian sank back along the floor, spread-eagled and gasping. A dreamy smile turned up the corners of her lips. Gloria, too, was smiling, but her lips were hidden from view, glued to Miss Thompson's hairy pussy.
She kept on sucking to get it all, then used her tongue to lick up the errant slime from the insides of the librarian's legs and out of the crack of her jerking ass and from her auburn bush.
When she finally lifted her face out of that groin, she was glowing with well-fed contentment. But now that her mouth had been sated, her cunt was sizzling for attention.
Which was just what Miss Thompson wanted.
Chapter Ten
Johnny seemed to be fencing, using his prick like a sword as he feinted this way and that. But the boy was simply biding his time while he waited for Miss Callahan to take it in mouth or cunt.
He stabbed at her face, prodded her tits, dipped down and poked her pussy-bush.
She leaned forward and gave his flaring cock-knob a few swipes with her tongue, but when he tried to ram it into her mouth, she drew back. He lowered the angle and thrust at her cunt. But again she evaded his jab, rolling back over the desk.
Molly was on her back now, no longer perched on the edge of the desk. Her knees were lifted over her, feet kicking. Her slim back was bridged.
Her cunt was level with the standing boy's prick now and he naturally assumed that, by moving her mouth away, she had opted for another cunt-stuffing. He shuffled in to accommodate her desires.
Then she rolled her trim haunches up, turning her ass up and jerking her fuck-hole up too high for Johnny to sink into it as he stood.
He laid his prick in her cunt-gash, but couldn't position himself high enough to thrust it into her. The throbbing prick lay in her split, his cock-knob in her bush and his balls jammed to her curled ass.
"It won't go in like this!" he complained.
"Yes, it will," she giggled.
He humped but his hard cock only moved back and forth over her open cunt-lips, not penetrating.
Then the scandalous school teacher reached down and got a handful of bloated balls. Tugging back gently, she pulled his prick down through her upturned crotch and into the cleft of her ass. He gulped as he realized what she wanted. Miss Callahan was really a very naughty teacher, with a interesting way of teaching her lessons. Johnny had never known that it was possible for a lady to take it up the ass while she was flat on her back. He had always supposed that she had to he face down or get on her hands and knees in the doggy-fucking position.
But she evidently knew a lot more about buggery than the naive young man. Wriggling against him, she panted, "Shove your cock up my ass, baby! I've got a bellyful and a cuntful, and I need my bowels juiced, too!"
He began to run his prick up and down in the crack of her ass, getting it limbered up.
She rolled her ass higher and he levered his cock down and fitted the crown into her ass-ring. The logistics of the coupling became plain to him, now that his cock-knob was aimed at the right angle.
He gripped her by the hips and started to wedge his bulging cock-head into her tiny asshole. The fit was tight and snug, and at first the horny young student didn't think he could bury his prick there.
But Miss Callahan's shit-chute was no stranger to cock - and it had been reamed out by Miss Thompson's huge rubber cock a few times, to boot.
Her ass-ring loosened. Her asshole was already wet from Johnny's licking and sucking, and his cock-knob was greased with spunk and slick with saliva. It vanished with a soft slurp. Johnny's cock-head was by far the widest part of his iron-hard prick, and he knew that if the bulging slab would go in, the rest could follow.
Tugging her by the hips, he arched and ran his cock in carefully, inch by inch. He was looking down in amazement as he saw his huge prick slowly disappearing into that tiny puckered slot.
Bonny was just as thrilled by playing the peeper as Johnny was by the thrill of ass-fucking. She reached behind her own spectacular ass and dipped a finger into her shit-ter, wriggling it around.
It felt good, although she knew it wasn't nearly as lovely as what Miss Callahan was feeling as Johnny's meaty prick inched in.
Then the cheerleader brought her hand back to her mouth and licked her finger, tasting the gamy flavor of her own asshole.
Another prospect was turning her on now as she realized that Miss Callahan was going to have a shit-hole full of jizz to be sucked out, along with the cream in her cunt.
She was hoping that Johnny didn't take too long about getting his nuts off again, because Bonny was getting unbearably hungry - which was only appropriate, since all this action was taking place during the lunch break.
Bonny fingered her asshole and her cunt and sucked her fingers, but she was still very careful not to make herself cream off, just keeping her loins on the boil as she waited to join in the classroom activities.
Johnny paused with two-thirds of his prick bedded up Molly's adorably trim ass. Then with a lurch, he hammered the rest in.
She purred with the perverted pleasure of having an assful of pulsating prick. He held it buried and she wriggled around like a fish on a hook.
Her shit-chute was swallowing and sucking and gulping exactly the way her mouth had done. The boy felt as if he were getting another blow-job - backward.
He worked his cock muscles, making the knob flare and the shaft vibrate. Her shit-chute was slippery. He wondered if his cock was being basted in the creamy load she had drunk down her throat.
"Move, darling! Sock it to me!" she urged.
He tugged back against the clinging suction and his prick slowly emerged, dragging the brown button of her asshole out on the sliding shaft.
He paused with only the big knob in her crack, then hammered it all in again.
Molly kicked at the air and undulated, adoring this hot action, loving to be ass-fucked for the variety of it. As he pumped her ass full, her mouth puffed, as if his thick cock were forcing her wind out as he stuffed her digestive tract from the rear end.
She played with his balls and fingered her asshole as his cock sank in and came out.
Then she began to finger-fuck her cunt and pull at her clit. She dipped three fingers up into her cunt-hole, massaging his prick as it moved in the parallel passage, feeling it throb through the dividing tissue.
He began to ram in harder, shaking her haunches, rattling her pelvis. Miss Callahan was grunting as he plunged in and sighing as he yanked back out.
She hooked her knees over his sturdy shoulders, rolling her ass up higher. Like a contortionist or gymnast or agile acrobat, she performed on his prick.
Pre-cum began to ooze from his piss-hole, trickling at first, then in little jism-jets. The teacher could feel the hot slime soaking her bowels. She could still taste the cum on her tongue and lips so that it felt like she was getting juiced from both ends at once.
She clawed at her cunt and it steamed, filling up like a bowl of cream.
"Fuck my ass, baby! Pound me hard!" she whined. "Drive your cock up to my fucking mouth!"
He whacked in and the solid sac of his cumbags slapped on the roughness of her asscheeks. His cock hissed in and out with steady strokes. But although her shit-tunnel was tight as a mouse's ear, his cock was sliding in and out as smooth as silk, and he knew that there was no danger of skinning his prick in the tiny track.
"Take it! Take my cock!" he rasped. "Yeah - yeah - fill me, darling! Pack the fudge deep up my hot ass!"
Her greedy ass-guts gripped and clutched, gulping on his grinding prick. Her head turned down and she stared at her slim tummy, almost thinking she would see the outline of his stuffer raised up in a furrow.
He was filling her so full she thought that her hips might jump out of their sockets, that he might gag her from within.
"Slime in me, baby!" she gurgled. "Let me feel your hot enema up my ass!"
The youth shook and shuddered. His whole athletic body was convulsing, except for his prick, which kept on pounding in remorselessly.
His balls looked as big and as solid as medicine balls as they rolled against her ass. Then they blew off like a ruptured balloon as he slammed into her shitter.
The cum poured up through the hollow core of his jolting prick in a torrent.
"It's cummin'! Gonna blow!" he wailed.
"Ooooh - yeah - yeah! Flood me!" she gasped.
The boiling oil of his virile balls gushed into Miss Callahan's guts, and she fairly screamed with the joy of that welcome assful.
Her pussy creamed in her hands and her bowels melted on his spurting ass-fucker as Johnny hammered home and spilled off more juice on every thrust.
His legs began to tremble as another dynamic load of jism left him. He shot the last squirt into her shit-chute and flagged, swaying around. He would have collapsed had he not been hung up on his own meat hook, plugged to the socket of her ass.
The sexy school teacher kept on grinding away as she worked off her own cumming and milked the dregs out of his piss-hole. Then she stopped moving and lay back, grinning up at the boy.
How pleased Miss Callahan was that she had started to enjoy pupil prick.
The public school system would never be the same - and her pupil was as pleased as she. He held his spent cock up her, grinding it around for a few minutes. Then he started to withdraw. His cock was finally beginning to soften and shrink, snaking around and bending in her turd-tract. But Miss Callahan's asshole was so tight and so full of pasty goo that the boy was having trouble pulling his prick out against the suction and the sticky groin glue.
It came out as it had gone in, inch by slow inch. His cock-knob stuck fast in her ass-ring and Johnny wondered if they had gotten tied together like mating dogs - if they would still be there, linked inseparably by prick plug and shitter socket, when the class returned for the beginning of the afternoon lessons.
The thought panicked him, for Johnny didn't want to be expelled from school and he sure as hell didn't want Miss Callahan to lose her job, now that he had started taking extra lessons from her.
He jerked back hard and his cock-knob pulled out of her tiny asshole with a slurping sound. Off balance, the young man staggered back. His solid cock was flopping around, turned rubbery now, but still an impressive hunk of meat as it swung before him in a fat coil.
It looked delicious, too, thought Bonny, as she greedily eyed that soiled, ass-flavored prick.
Then she turned her gaze on Miss Callahan with an even more urgent longing.
The teacher's shit-hole was fluttering, open wide. Great lashings of spunk and ass-juice bubbled from her ass-ring and ran both ways through the crack between the cheeks of her ass. Slime streamed into her cunt in one direction and dribbled down onto the top of her desk in the opposing direction.
The nubile cheerleader could contain herself no longer. Watching had been a treat, but now she was so hot she thought her tongue might melt - and she knew damned well it was sizzling in her saliva.
She emerged from behind the row of desks and, bold as brass, approached them.
Johnny and Molly were surprised, to be sure.
But they sure weren't going to be sorry.
Chapter Eleven
"Sit on my face!" Miss Thompson moaned.
Gloria began to kiss her way up the librarian's smooth tummy, licking into her belly button, then moving on to suck tit for a pleasant pause.
She shifted higher and they kissed passionately on the lips, sharing the taste of Miss Thompson's cunt-cum back and forth as they swapped tongue-sandwiches.
Gloria lay atop the librarian and they ground their groins together and rubbed tits. Tit to tit and belly to belly and bush to bush, they embraced.
The librarian was dancing her tongue into the red-headed teenager's mouth sensuously, showing the girl how it would soon be exploring her cunt.
Gloria enjoyed kissing Miss Thompson, but she was hot to have Miss Thompson kiss her cunt and she squirmed up higher, feeding the librarian some tit in passing and dragging her gooey pussy up her slim torso.
A trail of cunt-juice lay up Miss Thompson's belly as Gloria squirmed higher. The lithe girl knelt over the woman's tits and brushed her cunt on the firm globes, creaming into her cleavage and rubbing her clit against the swollen tit-peaks.
Then she shuffled higher, straddling Miss Thompson's upturned, eager face. Miss Thompson's tongue snapped out like a frog plucking a fly from a furry plant, and Gloria squatted down on the saddle of the librarian's face. Miss Thompson began to eat with glee.
Thighs rippling with sinew, the redhead rode on the auburn-haired lady's love seat of a face as the avid cunt-lapper tongued and sucked merrily away.
The sounds of juicy dining came muffled from Gloria's groin as Miss Thompson lunched in the girl's loins.
The librarian was wriggling around and Gloria thought she must be giving herself a hand-job down below. Gloria glanced back over her shoulder, thinking that she might reach back and take that task in her own hand.
But she saw that the librarian had grasped the rubber cock and was strapping it to her loins. The dildo loomed up tall and inviting. It was very erotic to see those ultra-feminine hips and loins fitted with a prick, humping like a horny man, yet complete with a creamy cunt.
Miss Thompson's curly bush was framed by the black straps of the harness, as if she were wearing a garter belt like any normal woman, but with that masculine-looking tool towering up so excitingly.
Gloria turned around, rotating without removing her cunt from Miss Thompson's mouth, twisting agilely into the position of inverted lovemaking.
Still squatting on the librarian's head, Gloria leaned down and began to suck on the dildo, in a bizarre sort of sixty-nine session. She bobbed down and stuffed firm rubber cock into her mouth as Miss Thompson tongue-fucked her at the other end of the coupling.
"Sit on my prick for a while, baby!" the librarian moaned in Gloria's pussy.
Gloria was game to try anything and everything in her first dyke dalliance. She crawled off Miss Thompson's face and wriggled down, juicing over her tits and belly, then straddling the dildo.
She guided the bulging knob into her cunt-slot, paused, then pushed her pussy on down to the hilt. The rubber cock disappeared and Gloria's flaming cunt bush was plastered to Miss Thompson's hairy jungle.
She began to ride up and down, the cheeks of her ass parting. Miss Thompson watched that shapely young ass squirm and licked her lips at the tantalizing sight of the girl's puckered brown asshole.
Gloria fucked herself on the dildo for a few minutes, then pulled off it and wriggled back up. Miss Thompson spread her asscheeks and rutted in Gloria's asshole, savoring an asshole appetizer. Then Gloria slapped her pussy on the librarian's mouth again and sucked on the slimy rubber prick in another strange sixty-nine.
Miss Thompson was overjoyed at what an apt pupil she had found and wanted to make this session a really memorable one, with an eye to the future.
Being a school librarian was a boring job, and she hoped for lots more fucking among the books, now that Gloria had come out of the closet.
She heaved up, holding her head buried in foaming fuck-slot, turning Gloria over. She got on top and fucked the rubber prick into the redhead's face while she continued to suck her cunt. Then she broke away and twisted sinuously around, mounting the teenager in the missionary position - although hardly in a way that your average run-of-the-mill missionary would have approved.
Miss Thompson whacked the cock in and humped away as enthusiastically as any male had ever fed his prick to sexy Gloria.
Gloria adored getting dildo-screwed, looking up in awe at the firm, plump tits of this ravishing lady, getting the best of both worlds as she was fed stiff cock by a curvy female body.
Miss Thompson pulled the prick out and crawled up, frigging the greasy stalk between Gloria's tits, then into her mouth. Gloria nursed, sucking her own cunt-juice from the cock. It was no wonder Miss Thompson loved to eat her pussy, the girl thought as she swallowed her own delicious cream from her latex lover.
The librarian slid back down and lowered the rubber cock into Gloria's groin again. Gloria heaved up, thinking she was about to get another cuntful. But Miss Thompson held the girl under her trim ass and pulled her haunches up in a high bridge.
She began to work the rubber cock up into the teenager's tight asshole. Gloria gasped, then whimpered with pleasure at the penetration.
Lunging and bucking convulsively, the librarian buggered away, ass-fucking Gloria in a churning frenzy. Then she yanked the prick out and once more squirmed on up and held it to the redhead's radiant face.
"Taste your ass, baby!" she panted.
Gloria gladly took the ass-soiled cock into her lips and relished the tart taste of the coating as Miss Thompson humped, feeding it back to her throat. Gloria sucked all the fudgy film from the rubber prick and it came out of her mouth glistening with slobber.
"Finish me in your mouth, Miss Thompson!" the girl pleaded as her cunt began to swamp over, dissolving in a surging crest.
There was nothing that Miss Thompson wanted more. Fooling around with the dildo was fun, but it wasn't nearly as wonderful as a faceful of fuck-hole.
She went on down and dove on Gloria's cunt and began to suck voraciously. Gloria's clit detonated and her pussy turned to jelly and the girl's thick cunt-cum poured into the woman's loving mouth in a torrent.
"Oooooooh - drink me off!" Gloria squealed.
Miss Thompson tongued and sucked and gulped down the goo as it came gushing out. She finished the girl off, then lapped up the dregs.
Gloria sprawled back, smiling radiantly.
"Was it good, baby?" the librarian purred into Gloria's well-drained pussy.
"Ohhhh, yes - I love making it with you, Miss Thompson! You made me a cunt-lapper with the first taste!" the redhead sighed happily. "I still like men, but I'm gonna eat all the pussy I can, from now on."
The librarian smiled, not at all jealous, since she was totally promiscuous with her own tongue.
Then Gloria looked thoughtful.
"Do you ever do it with any of the other kids in my class?" she asked.
"You were the first, honey," Miss Thompson said.
"I was just wondering - you know - which of my girl friends might like to cunt-lap. I know that Bonny Rademacher wants to try it and I'm hot to suck with her, but maybe some of the other kids will, too."
The librarian grinned impishly.
"I don't know about the students," she said. "But Molly Callahan is always hot for cunt."
"Miss Callahan? Oh, gee - just think of what fun the three of us could have together!" Gloria whimpered, thrilled by the knowledge that the sexy blonde school teacher who had set it all in motion was also bisexual. "Let's go down to her class and make a date, okay?"
Miss Thompson was amused by the total enthusiasm and impatience of this hot teenager that she had just introduced to the joy of lesbian love.
And it seemed like a real good idea to invite lovely Molly Callahan to join them for a threesome - a foursome, if you counted the rubber cock.
She checked her wristwatch and saw that they still had plenty of time before the next class convened.
The librarian and the redhead got dressed, not bothering to put on their panties, since those garments were sopping wet and, besides, if everything went according to plan, they would just have to take them off again.
Together, they went to the classroom.
But when they looked in, they found that Miss Callahan was busy - and they watched for a while, before they made their presence known.
Chapter Twelve
Keith Jackson, Molly Callahan's devoted fiance, was also on his lunch hour, and a strange thing was about to happen to the tall, handsome guy.
He had gone to a tavern for a beer and a sandwich and, finding a young couple that he knew from work, Annie and Clyde Tucker, he had joined them at their table. The tavern was dimly lit and a jukebox was playing. When Keith had finished his sandwich, Annie asked if he wanted to dance. He glanced at her husband, who nodded agreeably, and Keith and Annie went out to the space towards the back of the room that served as a dance floor.
Annie Tucker was a tawny-haired beauty with big tits and a pelvis that seemed to have been constructed as a fucking platform.
She was wearing a very short skirt and a sweater so tight that her nipples seemed about to burst right through the stretched fabric.
They began to slow dance and she ground her groin against his and naturally Keith began to get a big hard-on. He knew that she could feel it pressing into her gently rounded belly, but she didn't seem to mind. She smiled and ground more sensually against the stiff prick.
Keith was embarrassed because her husband was there, watching them from the table, but Annie paid no attention to him as she brazenly wriggled and squirmed, thrusting her hips out and swinging her lovely ass in a slow spiral, driving Keith crazy with desire.
It was shadowy at the back of the room and he hoped that Clyde couldn't see how they were dry humping.
Keith had both arms around her hips, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass. He was suddenly surprised to feel her hands groping at his groin. He gasped and the zipper of his fly rasped as she opened his pants.
She reached in and hauled out his cock and balls in one enormous handful.
"Jeez, Annie, your husband will see!" Keith groaned as she rubbed his naked prick against her tummy.
"Shhhhh!" sue breathed in his ear.
"If you do that, I'm gonna shoot all over your skirt," he warned as the naughty woman gave his stiff prick a squeezing stroke.
"No you won't!" She giggled.
And, to his further amazement, Annie rose onto her toes and lifted the front of her short skirt up. His cockhead pressed into a naked cunt-bush and he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Then she levered his cock in between her legs and into her steamy cunt.
Her loins slid down and Keith found that his cock was buried balls-deep in her pussy. They were still slowly dancing to the music and now there was a rushing in his ears and a pounding in his bloodstream. A sexual symphony raged through his body.
They were fucking on the dance floor, in public, with her husband watching from the table! Keith spun her so that Annie's back was towards Clyde, figuring that was the best way to hide the coupling.
They churned together in this wanton waltz, doing a grinding gavotte. Keith kneaded the cheeks of her ass, and she began to slide up and down, rising on her toes, then dropping back to her heels. Her pussy was pulling up and down on his prick.
Clyde was staring intently and his eyes seemed to be glowing. When he raised his glass to drink he missed his mouth and spilled beer down his chin. He was concentrating totally on watching his wife dance.
Jeez - does he know? Keith wondered.
They swirled and spun, stepping awkwardly, hardly dancing to the beat at all now. Keith shagged into her, throwing a knee-trembler up into her fuck-hole.
She clung to his broad shoulders and her lips nuzzled his ear.
"Cum in me!" she begged. "Jizz me before the fucking music stops!"
Keith began to hump faster, lifting her loins as his cock pounded up her cunt. She was creaming off and juice was running down the insides of her legs. The floor was getting slippery at their feet.
Suddenly, Clyde got up from the table.
Keith felt a surge of panic, missing a stroke. But Clyde had only gone over to put another coin in the jukebox. Then he returned to the table. With another tune to turn to, they carried on their dance of desire.
Keith was openly feeling her ass and hauling her haunches up and down now, lost to lust. His cock was humming like a tuning fork in her fuck-hole.
She whined and whimpered at his ear as her pussy kept melting on his prick.
His balls blew and a foaming rocket of jizz shot up into Annie's pussy. She gurgled with glee as his virile prick spilled it out in spurt after spurt. Cunt-cum and fuck-juice filled her and spilled out, turning her meaty thighs to a slide of slippery oil.
Keith slogged into her and drained off. His prick began to diminish. They continued to simulate a dance as his cock came sliding from her cunt and drooped down, as if his prick were hanging its head in shame.
Smiling with a well-fucked glow, Annie reached down and skillfully skimmed the slime from his prick. Then she tucked it back in his fly and zipped him up.
It was just in time.
Clyde walked over and tapped Keith on the shoulder. Keith flinched in guilty reaction. But Clyde was only cutting in to dance with his wife.
"Annie's a great dancer, huh?" Clyde said.
"Errrr - yeah. Swell," Keith muttered as he stepped back and the girl moved into her husband's arms.
Man and wife began to dance cheek to cheek. She was softly whispering into his ear, but Keith couldn't hear what she was saying. He wasn't sure if Clyde realized what they had done on the dance floor or not.
But, if he did, he evidently didn't mind.
What a weird sort of marriage, Keith thought.
After he was married to Molly Callahan, he sure wasn't going to let her fool around.
He returned to the table, but didn't stay. He didn't want to have to face Clyde and, too, Keith, being a faithful fellow, was ashamed at having fucked another lady while he was engaged to Molly.
He left while Annie and Clyde were still dancing - and maybe fucking, as well.
And since he still had lots of time left before he had to return to work, and since he knew that his lovely fiancee was free at the moment, Keith decided to drive over to the school and tell Molly how much he adored her, to sort of atone for his transgression.
Keith was in for a big surprise.
He parked outside the school and went in, heading for Molly's classroom. But as he came down the corridor, he encountered a curious sight. A nubile red-headed student and the auburn-haired librarian were standing hip to hip in the doorway to Molly's classroom. They had their arms around one another in a very affectionate fashion and they were staring into the room, very obviously fascinated by whatever it was they were watching.
What the fuck? he wondered.
He saw the redhead slip her hand up under the librarian's skirt and play with her pussy.
Holy shit! Lesbians! he thought.
It intrigued him and it turned him on a lot. But it puzzled the shit out of him, too. If a couple sexy girls wanted to dyke each other, it was fine with Keith - but why in hell were they cuddling in the doorway to his fiancee's classroom?
What were they looking at?
He decided to watch the deviates an discover the truth of this strange situation.
He was standing in the hallway, in plain sight, and they would have seen him if they had looked around. But Gloria and Miss Thompson were both much too thrilled by what they were watching to pay attention to anything else.
It was quite a show.
Chapter Thirteen
Bonny came out from behind the row of desks, grinning in happy anticipation. Johnny and Miss Callahan gulped when they realized that the cheerleader had been there all the time, watching them. But they could see that she did not disapprove in the slightest.
And she didn't waste any time.
The black-haired bombshell was already stripping her clothing off as she approached the front of the room. Her big tits came out. Then she dropped her skirt and walked out of it.
Johnny, who had fucked her in the past, greeted Bonny with a grin - and the school teacher was every bit as happy that another student had shown up.
Johnny's overworked prick was looped out from his groin in a fat parabola, not gone completely soft but no longer like an iron bar.
Bonny knelt down in front of him.
His prick stirred. She rubbed her cute little nose against the slimy cock-knob, sniffing the tantalizing fragrance of a prick that had just been jizzing into a shit-hole, with traces of pussy-nectar still lingering, too.
Her tongue flicked out, tasting.
She slurped his rubbery cock into her mouth and sucked on the flavorsome meat with relish.
It began to swell and ripple as the potent youth started to build yet another erection.
Bonny nursed on the cock delicacy, savoring all the blended flavors of cock and ball-meat, asshole and pussy, cum and cunt-juice. The boy's prick was like a blue-plate special prepared by a French chef.
It got bigger and harder and he began to hump, fucking into her mouth.
But then she pulled away.
The cock-sucking cheerleader knew that if she continued to mouth his prick much longer, it was going to turn into a full fledged blow-job and, as much as she loved milking off a prick and gulping down the goo, she was more interested in Miss Callahan, at the moment.
Bonny had been looking forward to eating pussy for ages, and this was her first opportunity. She wasn't about to let a cock, especially such a familiar cock as Johnny's, stand in the way of cunt-lapping.
She kissed his cock-head and gave him a smile and a wink, implying that she would deal with his delectable cock in due course. Then she turned toward the school teacher and they looked at each other significantly.
Miss Callahan was still laid out on her desk with her knees lifted and her ass up and her thighs parted to show her pussy.
"Are you bi, Miss Callahan?" Bonny huskily whispered, licking her lips.
"You betcha, baby," the teacher said.
"I - I never sucked a cunt - but I sure as shit wanna tongue-fuck you," Bonny moaned.
Molly Callahan whimpered at the prospect. She always enjoyed a female face and liked dildo-fucking with Miss Thompson, too, but the knowledge that Bonny's mouth was virgin thrilled her more than if the girl had been an experienced cunt-lapper.
Bonny moved toward the teacher. She had her eyes glued on Miss Callahan's cunt, and Miss Callahan had her gaze fixed on Bonny's eager lips, and Johnny moved closer, keen to watch some lesbian love-making.
None of them were looking at the door.
So they didn't see that door open and two excited faces peer in.
For much the same reason, neither Gloria nor the lewd librarian realized that a fascinated fiance happened to be standing behind them in the school corridor, bringing up the tail end of a visual daisy chain.
This was some chain of events!
Bonny got to her feet, her heavy tits swinging saucily, the rosy tips standing out like chewy gumdrops from the globes.
Cum was dribbling out of Miss Callahan's asshole and Bonny figured that an anal appetizer would make a lovely introduction to the feast, a tangy first course to start the hearty meal.
Bending down, she ran her nimble tongue up through the richly flavored crack of Miss Callahan's ass a few times, slurping up the cum that had trickled down. Then she began to lick out the teacher's asshole.
"Ooooh - yummy!" she moaned.
Johnny's cock was rising in a series of short, sharp jolts as he saw the cheerleader suck ass. He knew how delicious Miss Callahan's shitter was, himself, to be sure - but watching a girl taste the teacher's ass was a thrill. He knew that Bonny wasn't a lesbian, having fucked her ass off more than once, and it confused the naive youth to see that she was as enthusiastic about a woman as she was about a guy, but he wasn't going to ask any questions.
It was exciting Gloria and Miss Thompson, as well, but unlike Johnny, they both understood exactly what a treat the cheerleader was savoring.
And, on the far end of the chain, Keith Jackson was getting a tremendous hard-on and wondering what on earth was going on in his fiancee's classroom?
"Ahhhhhhh - suck my shitter, Bonny - " Miss Callahan moaned, wriggling her butt about sensually.
Bonny put her lips to the socket and sucked Johnny's asshole-flavored jizz out with joy. Her tongue was probing so deep that it seemed to be licking as far up the teacher's guts as Johnny's prick had reamed.
"Yeah, Bonny! Eat ass! Suck my spunk up!" Johnny encouraged her.
Bonny moved higher and sucked on Miss Callahan's tit-tips, then kissed her on the lips, sharing the taste of cum and fudge-hole.
"I love you, Miss Callahan,'' she purred.
"Suck my cunt, darling!" the blonde teacher moaned, more interested in licking than loving.
Bonny kissed her way back down Miss Callahan's slender, shapely torso. The teacher rolled her ass down a bit and spread her thighs, tilting her cunt up as if she were serving it on a hairy salver.
Bonny's face poised over her pussy.
She breathed in the fumes of that steamed pudding of a pussy, driving herself crazy with hunger. Miss Callahan's cunt was open in a wide oval and her clit was jutting out like a stump in a swamp.
Bonny brushed her nose on the clit.
She flicked her tongue against it, making the swollen bead vibrate and flare.
She spooned into Miss Callahan's cunt-slot with her tongue, slurping out cunt-cum and jizz.
Eating cunt was even better than she had expected it to be, the reality surpassing her dreams, the thrill greater than the cheerleader had ever imagined it would be. It did nothing to diminish her taste for cock. It just added another element to her arsenal of pleasures.
She tongue-fucked in and sucked gluttonously on the open pussy, drinking the juices down by the mouthful. She held the trim teacher's ass and lifted her loins and dined in her delicious pussy. Like a camel at an oasis, Bonny was drinking to excess - just in case she might not get another cunt to suck soon enough to suit her.
Of course, with two bisexual spectators at the door, she didn't have to worry about that.
She wallowed in Miss Callahan's cunt and groveled in her pussy. She licked, then sucked, then did both at the same time.
"Cum, Miss Callahan! Cream me!" she whimpered. "Melt in my fucking mouth!"
Her lips were stuck to Miss Callahan's cunt like a limpet to a mossy rock as she sucked and swallowed in pussy-eater's paradise.
Johnny was enjoying the show, but his prick was as hard as a rock again and he couldn't bear to wait. He stepped up behind the cheerleader. She stood, her knees slightly bent and her ass hiked up. Johnny held her by the supple hips and wedged his prick into her fuck-hole from behind, in the standing back-skuddle position.
He rammed it all up her, tilting her ass up on the driving thrust and making her squeal delightedly into Miss Callahan's cunt.
Johnny was up her so deep that Bonny thought his cock might come out of her mouth and slip into Miss Callahan's cunt - that he would be fucking the teacher via the conduit of Bonny's body.
Johnny pounded up her pussy and Bonny's tongue shot up Miss Callahan's cunt-hole as if it were a chain reaction, some secret clockwork mechanism driving her tongue by the rhythm of his prick.
It was too much for the watchers.
They exchanged a glance of tacit understanding and walked into the classroom.
On a day like this one, no one was very surprised to be joined.
But Keith Jackson was sure as hell surprised when he, in turn, took his place at the classroom door and saw who was at the head of the class - and what she was doing. He gasped. He thought that he should be jealous and hurt and outraged.
But he wasn't.
He was only horny.
In a flash, he understood why Clyde Tucker didn't mind if his wife got fucked on the dance floor - and he decided it might be a good idea to take Molly dancing, as well. If his adorable fiancee was into orgies, it was going to be just fine and dandy with Keith.
Chapter Fourteen
Gloria and Miss Thompson took their clothing off. Bonny kept on sucking Miss Callahan's cunt and Johnny kept on tossing a knee-trembler into Bonny, but they had slowed the pace a bit now, waiting for the newcomers to get linked up in this carnal chain.
Gloria knelt down behind Johnny and began to lick and suck his heavy cumbags as they came swinging back between his thighs. She ran her tongue up the crack of his ass and reamed out his shit-hole, then sank back down to do some more sucking on his balls, savoring the nutty goodness of the cum-bloated bags.
Miss Thompson had had the foresight to bring her rubber prick along - she seldom went anywhere without it, as a matter of fact - and now she strapped the huge cock to her shapely loins and knelt down behind Gloria.
Grasping the teenager by her smooth hips, she fitted the dildo into her cunt and shoveled it up. Gloria squealed on a mouthful of ball-meat. The librarian began to throw a doggy-fuck into her with the rubber prick.
Gloria wriggled and squirmed, humping her ass up and down as Miss Thompson slogged the huge cock into her cunt with steady strokes.
Bonny's tongue shot up Miss Callahan's cunt-hole and Johnny's prick rammed into her pussy while Gloria rimmed his asshole and Miss Thompson flogged away in the redhead's creamy fuck-chute.
It was like a train, thought Keith.
His fiancee was the locomotive and four box cars were churning away behind her.
But a train needed a caboose.
And Keith walked into the classroom.
"Oh, dear!" Molly Callahan cried, blushing with shame and trembling with dismay. "Darling, I - I just got carried away. I hope you aren't going to take me to task for this little episode."
Keith was grinning fiendishly.
"Take you to task? Hell, no! I'm gonna take you dancing, baby," he said.
Molly didn't understand what he meant.
She soon would - but that came later.
First there was a train to be finished.
Keith dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. His cock loomed up, throbbing savagely, and his cumbags were as big as bowling balls.
He knelt behind the librarian.
Miss Thompson was kneeling upright as she jammed the dildo into Gloria doggy-fashion. In that position, her cunt was not readily accessible to Keith.
But her asshole sure was.
He had been gazing admiringly at her trim ass as she fucked away. The asscheeks were parting each time she shagged into the redhead, exposing her shit-hole, and it was a most inviting sight.
He grasped his iron-hard cock by the hilt and nudged the head into her crack. He whipped it up and down a few times, then angled it up her shit-hole.
She glanced back, flustered.
"I - errrrr - I don't like men," she said.
"Just make believe that I'm a dyke in drag, baby," he rasped. "Just pretend that this is a big rubber prick in your fucking ass."
Miss Thompson thought about that.
"What a good idea!" she cried.
And as Keith began to sink his flesh and blood prick into her tight asshole, the librarian decided that maybe she did like men, after all.
She shoved back to meet him.
Her shit-chute was snug, but it had been well-buggered many times by her dildo and
Keith was having no trouble getting his throbbing cock buried.
Inch by inch, the enormous prick sank in, and with a jolt, he went in balls-deep.
The caboose was coupled.
The train chugged along in perfect harmony, running smoothly on randy rails. Bonny kept on sucking on Miss Callahan's sopping pussy and Johnny continued to throw his prick into her pussy, while Gloria sucked out his asshole and mouthed his balls and Miss Thompson dildo-fucked her doggy-style and, at the tail end of the train, Keith plowed up the librarian's fudge-chute.
Molly and Keith, soon to be man and wife, stared at each other from opposite ends of the linkage, sharing a loving intimacy. She had been a bit worried that, once she was wed, she would no longer get as much fun out of life as in her sordid and promiscuous past. Now she realized that her devoted fiance shared her tastes and that it would be a very happy marriage.
It was just as if he was fucking her right now - except there just happened to be four other naked bodies joined together between them.
Bonny whimpered when she felt Miss Callahan start to cum in her mouth. At the head of the class, the teacher was juicing off first, setting an example.
Bonny drank deeply and sucked for more.
As the cunt-cum poured down her gullet, her clit sparked and her pussy began to foam on Johnny's steadily shagging prick, melting on the cock.
She felt as if the pussy-nectar she was swallowing were running right through her shuddering body and pouring back out of her cunt.
Then Johnny blew his wad off, following the proper sequence in the train. His fuck-juice foamed up into Bonny's cunt in geyser after geyser. The raven-haired cheerleader felt as if her nubile body was being inflated, pumped up via her pussy, filled from her mouth.
As Johnny drained off, Gloria was sucking on his exploding balls. It thrilled her so much to feel his balls empty that she began to cream on the dildo.
Miss Thompson hammered it in, her slim belly slapping on the curve of Gloria's ass. And as the librarian sank her rubber prick into the redhead's cunt, she was getting an assful of real cock that was driving her wild. It was better than any dildo. It was hotter and it throbbed and, best of all, it was full of jizz.
"Shoot up my shit-hole!" she cried.
In the reverse of the other females involved, Miss Thompson had turned bisexual on the spot. She would still adore pussy, certainly, but she was going to take on a whole lot of men now, too.
Keith howled like a wolf.
Throwing his head and shoulders back, he pounded in and his cumbags erupted. The steaming enema of his thick fuck-juice spilled into the librarian's bowels, giving her a thrill no rubber cock could ever do.
She was filled with jizz and with joy.
Now they were all creaming off at the same time and they kept on creaming.
Time had no meaning for them, in the intensity of their five-way cumming.
And they didn't hear the bell ring to summon the students back to class.
In twos and threes, the pupils returned from their free period and walked in - and stopped dead in their tracks, gaping at the scene.
Schoolbooks dropped from stunned hands.
Every single male student got a hard-on.
The girls' nipples shot out and they licked their lips and their cunt-juice began to flow like fountains down their trembling thighs.
Through glazed eyes, Molly Callahan saw that her pupils had assembled. The other five lovers were all facing away from the class, fucking away in blessed ignorance that they were being observed.
Molly thought fast.
"Errrrr - this isn't what you think it is, children," she said. "I mean, it's not an orgy or anything naughty like that. It's errrr - advanced sex education one on the new curriculum."
The students nodded in understanding.
They knew that they hadn't signed up for this class, but that must just have been a mistake on their transcripts. Now, knowing that it was all right, the kids began to pair off. The whole class stripped naked and began to do their homework with enthusiasm.
Boys fucked girls and girls sucked boys' pricks and a couple of adventurous young ladies began to study the art of eating pussy.
The train rumbled on and eventually ground to a halt. Miss Callahan shuddered with a final spasm. Bonny drank it and creamed one last time on Johnny's cock as he spurted his last wad into her. Gloria drained on the rubber cock and Miss Thompson had a spectacular cumming as Keith filled her shit-chute with his spunk.
Then they uncoupled and clustered around the desk, watching the students fuck and suck.
School would never be the same.
And Molly Callahan, at the head of the class, knew that this new education was going to be very popular. The truant officer would lose his job - because no student would ever again skip school.
