The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely trying and tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Robin Stone, a schoolteacher, is one of these outwardly normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased and dominated lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
SPREAD WIDE TEACHER - a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Sinking into the chair, Robin once again read the note. And once again a warm flush came over her face. Her eyes went over the words slowly: I like the way you sit at your desk. I can see your legs and sometimes your panties. I get a big hard-on then. It would be great if I could see your cunt. Maybe I would come in my pants.
The note was not signed. Robin had no idea who had written it. She had found it on her desk that morning before her class began, sealed inside an envelope. It had given her trouble all day, and she had difficulty keeping her mind on her classes.
Robin had been told while in teachers' college that students would become infatuated with her, but she had not been prepared for anything like this.
She felt embarrassed after she had first read it that morning, but she had been completely horrified by her body's responses. Her cunt had become very wet, throbbing, and it had remained that way throughout the day. Robin had always been a sexual person, and she had never denied this aspect of her personality. But to have a high school student write her a note such as this had shaken her.
Robin was twenty-six, of average height. She weighed one-hundred and eighteen pounds stripped. Her body was slender but with flawlessly shaped tits that were firm and slightly pointed. Her nipples were long and extremely sensitive, and while at home she never wore a bra. Her waist was small, her hips sweetly rounded. Her firm asscheeks swelled out in twin delights of inviting flesh. Her legs were long and slim, creamy smooth in texture. During the summers, wearing a skimpy bikini, Robin usually created a sensation around any pool or at the beach.
Robin was very much aware of her looks, but she was not vain. She enjoyed the attention of men, and would often tease them in her shy, subtle way.
Not that she was an easy piece; she was not. She was selective in her sexual partners, allowing only certain men to get into her steamy tight cunt. But she thought of sex constantly. She took pleasure in it and was often uninhibited with a man in her bed. However, Robin was still inexperienced in certain sexual matters.
Again she read the note, and found her cunt tingling with desire. A shy smile curved her full, moist lips as she considered which boy might have written the note. In her mind she saw each of her students' faces, but none of them seemed to fit someone who would write such a thing. In a way it made her feel good to know one of her students had a sexual interest in her.
She started to get up when the phone next to the chair rang. Picking it up, she said, "Hello?" "Miss Stone?" "Yes?"
There was a pause on the line, but she could hear the caller breathing, as if his mouth was very close to the transmitter. "Who is this, please?" she asked.
"You're beautiful, Miss Stone." "Thank you."
Again the pause. Then: "Did you get my note this morning, Miss Stone?"
Robin's heart skipped and her breath caught in her throat. "I . . . who ..."
"You got it," said the voice. "Did it make your cunt wet, Miss Stone?"
Robin gasped. "Who is this?" she demanded.
"I bet you have a pretty pussy, Miss Stone," the voice went on. "All that dark hair, nice and curly. I bet your cunt would love to have a hard cock in it, right? I've got a big hard-on right now and I would love to stick it up your cunt and fuck you, Miss Stone."
"Listen, whoever you are," Robin said, becoming angry, "I want this stopped immediately! Do you hear me? I will not tolerate such things!"
"Shut up, Miss Stone," the voice growled, obviously disguised. "Don't bullshit me! Someone with a body like yours has to be a hot piece of ass!"
"I . . . I'll hang up!"
"I'll just call you back."
Robin began to tremble. She was not afraid, but mad. If this was some student playing tricks, she would find out who it was and give him more trouble than he wanted.
"Listen to me, you little cocksucker!" she hissed into the phone. "You just stop this crap before I get pissed off! You're a little degenerate and when I tell your parents about this, they'll ..."
"Is that any way for a teacher to talk?" the voice broke in on her. "Cocksucker . . . pissed off! You don't teach that in class, Miss Stone."
"Damn you!" she shouted.
"I have this hard-on, Miss Stone," the low voice continued, "and I've got it in my hand right now. I'm jacking my cock, Miss Stone. It's so hard and feels so hot! Wouldn't you just love to have it going up your hairy, hot cunt, fucking you? I bet your pussy is boiling right now, Miss Stone. I bet you'd love a good fuck, wouldn't you?"
"I'm going to hang up," Robin said, but her voice did not carry any force behind it. "Do you hear me? I said I am going to hang up!" "Do it, Miss Stone. I'll keep calling back." Robin pulled the phone from her ear, but she did not hang it up. Her hand trembled, then she had it at her ear once again. There was a low, excited laugh at the other end.
"I thought so," the voice said. "You kinda like this, don't you? You like hearing about my cock, Miss Stone. You'd really like to have it inside your wet, hot cunt, fucking you."
Robin shivered, admitting to herself it was exciting to have this unknown person calling her this way, exciting her.
"I'm jacking my hard cock, Miss Stone," the voice said. "I can feel it throbbing, and I'm gonna jack off and come inside this booth while I talk to you. I bet your cunt is nice and wet now, isn't it? Why don't you touch it, Miss Stone? Why don't you play with your pussy while we talk? I'd really like to feel your cunt . . . feel your pussy hair . . . those nice cunt lips . . . your legs ..." As the voice went on, burning her ear, Robin found her hand sliding underneath her dress, caressing up the inside of her thigh, fingering the edges of her panties. Her nipples had become painfully swollen, and she was breathing hotly. Her fingers traced about the puffy mound of her cunt, feeling the moisture seeping through her thin panties. She spread her thighs, cupping her cunt and squeezing it. A soft mewl of pleasure bubbled from her throat.
"You like it," the voice chuckled thickly. "I bet you're touching your cunt now, aren't you, Miss Stone? Do you have your panties on? I bet you have nice, sexy panties. I'd love to suck on your tits . . . lick them. I'd love to feel your tight ass in my hands while I shove my cock up that tight, hairy, wet cunt."
Robin slipped her hand into her panties, running her fingers through the long, thick curls. She brushed at her distended clitoris and could not suppress the low mewl of delight. The voice kept up its chatter, explaining what the caller would like to do to her. Excitement rumbled through her body and mind, and she slipped a finger into her cunt, working it in and out, fingerfucking herself.
"Would you like to hold my cock, Miss Stone? It would feel so good, your hot hand on my cock, jacking it off for me. Your hot hand would make me come a lot, you know that? I bet you can make a guy really squirt a lot of come juice."
Suddenly, unexpectedly, the voice gave a grunt, and she heard loud, heavy breathing. "Ohhh, I'm coming!" the voice said in a thick tone. "I'm coming, Miss Stone! I'm coming all over this fucking telephone booth!"
The line went dead and she hung up. Her hand was still inside her panties, and she quickly jerked it out. She felt a sudden sense of shame. Allowing a telephone call to excite her! Robin felt disgusted with herself, and she went to the bathroom for a shower. By the time she finished, it was late. She did not brush her chestnut-colored hair for as long as she usually did. She ran her brush through the wavy hair a few times and then crawled into her bed. She went to sleep with words floating in her mind, her hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt.
The next morning, Robin paid particular attention to her appearance. She knew why she was doing it, and it bothered her a little. She was deliberately making herself as attractive as she could, which did not require very much effort. She pulled on a pleated skirt of emerald green. Thigh-high nylons with a garter belt set off her thighs, and under the garter belt she wore a pair of pale green, very sheer bikini panties. A pastel green blouse over her arching, bra-encased tits completed her dressing. A light coat of lipstick was the only makeup she needed. Her flesh was creamy and without blemish, and her unusually light blue eyes sparkled with the heat that bubbled inside her sensuous body.
As she entered her classroom, she went to her desk immediately, and just as she suspected, found another note on it. With trembling fingers, she ripped the envelope open and pulled out the sheet of paper. "Good morning, Miss Stone," the note began. "How did you sleep? Did you miss a hard cock up your cunt last night? Did my call make you nice and hot? Why don't you show me what you have on under your dress today? All you have to do is spread your knees just a little and I can see right up those smooth legs."
She stuffed the note into her purse, then moved to the rear of the classroom. She stared at her desk, and realized almost half of the students would be able to peek under her dress as she sat at the open-fronted desk. She would not be able to determine who the writer was. It could be any number of boys.
Did she really want to know who it was? Robin wasn't sure. Would she really report it? Again, she wasn't sure. Going to her desk, she sat down to wait for her first class of the day. She kept her knees primly together. As the students came in, she searched the young, fresh teenage faces, but found nothing. When she had to sit at her desk, she made an effort to keep her knees together, but searched the faces to see if any one boy paid particular attention to her.
None did.
As the day progressed, and the students changed from hour to hour, Robin found herself becoming frustrated in her desire to find out who the boy was. She became determined to find him, but she didn't know what she would do when she did.
By the time her next-to-last class of the day came in, she was burning with curiosity. Once the class had been settled down, she looked at the heads. The students were bent over their notebooks, taking a ten minute quiz. Robin sat at her desk, and with a slight feeling of embarrassment, opened her knees about ten inches.
Not a head looked up at her.
Robin kept her knees apart, hardly breathing, knowing any of the students could see her panty crotch if they peeked. When the period ended, she felt almost disappointed that she had not discovered the boy.
Her last class of the day entered, chattering and laughing. Robin searched those faces, too, and again found no one particularly interested in her. As the students bent over their test papers, Robin once again spread her knees. She lowered her head and looked over the students from lowered eyes. She kept her legs apart all during the test, and did not catch anyone, boy or girl, peeking at her.
Robin felt confused about her feelings after she arrived at her apartment. She paced about, wondering why she was doing this, going out of her way to expose herself to some horny teenage boy.
She loved to tease, of course, but one of her students? That would be a dangerous course for her. She had only been out of college a few years herself, and she was at the most only ten years older than her students.
She prepared herself a light dinner, and just as she finished it, the phone rang.
"Hello?" she said, hesitantly.
"Hi, Miss Stone," the voice replied. "I saw you today."
"You ..." she gasped. "How? I mean, I didn't see anyone ..."
The boy laughed lewdly. "So you did it on purpose, did you? I thought so."
"Did what on purpose?" Robin asked, knowing very well what it was.
"Opened your legs for me. I knew you'd do that if I asked you. I love your smooth thighs, Miss Stone. I'd love to kiss and lick them."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she retorted, shivering slightly.
"The fuck you don't!" came the voice. "You had on nylons with a garter belt and your panties were pale green. Don't bullshit me, Miss Stone. I saw your panties and you know it."
"But I didn't see any ... "
"Of course you didn't," the boy laughed. "I'm not crazy enough to let you know who I am. Not yet, anyway. I'll let you know in time, don't worry. I want some of your sweet pussy kinda bad, you know."
"Kiss my ass, you bastard!" she shouted. "Love to, Miss Stone, love to. Just tell me when and where."
"Fuck you!" Robin shouted and slammed the phone down.
Within moments it rang again. She let it ring, and finally it stopped. She was nervous the rest of the evening, waiting for the boy to call her back. But he did not, that is, until she had gone to bed. She had been in bed only a few minutes when it sounded next to her. Robin let it ring for a long time before she answered it.
"Don't wear panties tomorrow, Miss Stone," the boy said. "Let me have a look at your hairy cunt. Don't wear your panties in the morning." She heard the click as the boy hung up. Robin was awake most the night. The call had bothered her more than she admitted to herself. It had been a demanding voice. She had been told to go without panties - not asked.
Chapter Two
Robin came awake to her alarm the next morning, and her first conscious thought was of the voice on the telephone telling her not to wear panties to school this day.
She swung her long legs out of bed and entered the shower. As she soaped her body, she found the idea of doing what the boy wanted appealing. She giggled softly to herself as she decided to do that, to go naked under her skirt for the day.
She dressed in a white blouse that emphasized her shapely, pointed tits, and a pale blue skirt that hugged her rounded, swelling ass. There was a slit on the side that exposed her thigh halfway up. Not really appropriate for a teacher, perhaps, but Robin didn't care. As before, she wore nylons with a belt, but left her panties off.
Walking from the parking lot to her class room, Robin felt deliciously wicked, the cool morning air caressing her naked ass and pussy. There was a pleasant twitch of her cunt lips, and her clitoris throbbed lightly.
During the day Robin parted her knees to each of her classes, and not once did she discover who the boy was. No one peeked at her; no one that she could detect, that is. But from the call last night, she knew at least one of the boys, in one of her classes, was looking at her. Somehow it caused her to feel excited all day. Her cunt throbbed excitedly as she exposed herself to the class. She squirmed in her chair and her excitement grew until she was boiling.
Giving the students a surprise test, Robin, in each class, opened her knees as wide as the skirt would allow. She kept them apart for a long time, then strolled among the students and looked at the laps of the boys. She was searching for cocks that were hard, outlined in their pants.
At the end of the day she had not found a hard cock among any of the boys. Disappointed, she sat at her desk and graded the papers. She was alone and all the students had left. She could not keep her mind on what she was doing. Finally she shoved the papers into the drawer and, taking her purse, left for the parking lot. A group of boys were lounging about a brightly painted old car, and she felt their eyes on her as she reached her own car. She climbed in and looked at them. One boy waved at her, and she lifted her hand almost bashfully.
Then she drove home. She wondered if it could be the boy who waved at her, or if it could be any one of them standing near that old car.
She had no sooner entered her apartment than the telephone rang. There was no hesitation now to answer it. Robin actually ran to pick it up. "Hello," she said, breathless.
"Hi, Miss Stone," came the now familiar voice.
"Hi," she repeated, her voice very low, trembling now with excitement.
"That was sweet today."
"What was . . . sweet?"
"That pretty cunt of yours," the boy said. "I knew your pussy would be very hairy. When I saw it, I wanted to fuck you so much I almost came in my fucking pants!"
"You . . . did?"
Robin wondered, briefly, what in the hell she was doing. She was leading this boy on, teasing him, and it was exciting to her. She was no longer angry because of the notes or calls; she was becoming excited beyond description. Surely there couldn't be any harm in just talking to the boy, giving him a peek up her dresses. The poor kid was probably too afraid to ever approach her in person, she thought. Maybe this was the way he got his kicks. It was sort of fun and exciting. She decided to play along with him.
"Was it pretty?" she asked in a low voice, a teasing voice. "Was it really pretty to you?"
"You're damn right it was!" the boy said in a thick voice. "I looked right up your skirt, right up those sweet, smooth thighs, and saw all that curly cunt hair, and damn near came in my fucking pants!"
Robin laughed, low and throaty. "I would have liked that . . . you coming off that way."
"Hey, you're okay, Miss Stone," the boy said. "I mean, I didn't think you'd turn on this way."
"I turn on just about any way," she replied in a husky voice.
"You're hot, huh? I mean, you aren't just cutting up with me?"
"Why would I do that?" she laughed. "Of course I'm hot. Why would I expose myself that way if I wasn't a hot girl, lover?"
"You really like to fuck?" The boy was more excited than she had heard before. "You really do?"
"You're damn right I like to fuck, lover," she said. "I love to fuck! A nice, big, hard cock is the best thing in the world to me. Sometimes I'd rather fuck than eat." Again she gave a soft, husky laugh. "That is, eat certain things."
"Does that mean what I think it means, Miss Stone?"
"It sure does, sweetheart," she teased.
"Wow! That's fantastic!"
"It's delicious," she came back at him.
"Hey, Miss Stone," the boy said, almost too excited to talk now. "Would you go without your panties again tomorrow?"
"Of course I would," she said, running a hand between her thighs and feeling of her cunt. "You can look at my cunt all you want." Then a thought came to her. "But we've got to keep this a secret, you know. I mean, if it's just you and no one else. I'd get fired if others knew about it."
"No one else knows, Miss Stone," he assured her. "I won't tell anyone, either. You're okay, teach!"
After she hung up, Robin wondered what had gotten into her. It was a dangerous game she was playing with this teenage boy. She was very much aware that she could lose her teaching credentials if it ever got out. She loved to teach students, and if she carried this thing through, she would have to be very careful and discreet. Besides, she felt the boy would never reveal himself to her. Surely he was much too bashful. A kid that age didn't have much experience. Did they? One never knew about boys and girls in this day and age, she thought.
When she dressed the next morning, she hesitated. She wasn't sure if she could go through with it. But it was exciting to her, having some unknown teenage boy peek under her dress, seeing her cunt, getting wonderfully hard. So for the second time she went to school without panties on.
Robin trembled slightly throughout the day, opening her knees to each of the classes, still trying to find a pair of teenage eyes glistening between them. When the end of the school day came around, she was very hot. Her cunt was wet and quivering, her clitoris hard and tingling. Her nipples were almost too sensitive to be contained inside her bra.
After the last class filed out, she sat at her desk, trying to calm herself down. Her legs felt weak with what she was doing, and she writhed her ass against the chair. She looked at the back of the classroom where a high shelf contained some of the reference material and books she used. There was a book up there she needed for the next day's class. After she calmed down a bit, she took the high stool and carried it to the back of the classroom. She was climbing up on the stool to get the book when the door opened.
She had one foot on the top rung of the waist-high stool, her skirt hiked to mid-thigh. She turned to see who was entering. "Oh, hi, Mark," she said. Mark Stanton was a boy in her last class of the day. He was small for his age, but quite handsome. She remembered him as the shyest boy of all, but a very good student. She noticed where his eyes were, and looked down at her thigh. It came to her that from where he stood, he could see up her raised dress, and probably her cunt, too. She quickly lowered her foot. She felt a warm blush come over her beautiful face, and wondered why she felt so bashful with him. Mark could not be the boy calling her, leaving those notes. He just wasn't aggressive enough.
"Did you forget something, Mark?" she asked to cover up her embarrassment.
"No," he said. "I thought you might need . . . you know, some help, Miss Stone."
"Help? What kind of help would I need, Mark?"
"I don't know."
"Well," she said, "since you are here, would you brace this stool for me? I need a book up there."
"Sure," he said, coming to stand near the stool.
Robin climbed up on the stool, both feet on the round seat of it. She still had to stretch upwards, and it caused her skirt to ride higher. Mark peered up her thighs, seeing the creamy swell of her asscheeks clearly. Robin glanced down at him, and realized what he was seeing. She felt her cunt twitch hotly, and the cheeks of her ass clenched. Robin became intensely excited to have the young boy peeking up at her. She stayed on the stool much longer than was necessary, letting Mark look and become excited.
"Help me down, Mark," she said, turning on the stool to face him, the dusty book in her hand. She placed her hand on his shoulder and squatted, sliding her feet off and to the floor. The back of her skirt caught on the stool and it lifted to her waist. She heard the boy gasp, and looked down. Her long, smooth, well-tanned thighs were fully exposed and half of that curly triangle of cunt hair.
A glance at the front of his pants told her the boy had a throbbing hard cock now. Pretending it was an accident, she brushed the back of her hand over the outline of his cock, pulled her skirt free and went back to her desk. Knowing the excited boy's eyes were on her ass, she swayed it teasingly.
Sitting in the chair, she wondered what was wrong with her. One boy calling her, sending her notes, peeking at her, was enough, but two of them? And she was deliberately teasing this shy boy.
"Come over here, Mark," she said, shoving her troubling thoughts out of her mind. She watched him approach, his cock pressing at the front of his pants in bold outline. She could even see the swollen head, and it sent a ripple of thrilling pleasure through her body.
Mark stopped at the side of her desk, his cock level with the top. Robin could not take her eyes from it, and she knew Mark was aware of her sudden interest in his cock. He seemed shy, but not embarrassed. Robin took his hand and pulled him to her side. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but felt compelled by some force she couldn't control.
"You're a good student, Mark," she said in a low voice. "You're probably the best student I have. You won't have any difficulty getting into the college of your choice."
As she talked to him, her eyes lingered on the outline of his cock. She licked her lips often, and her cunt was burning. Horrified at what she was doing, Robin moved her hand out and caressed it along his cock.
"That's beautiful," she murmured softly. "Do you have a girlfriend, Mark?"
He nodded his head.
"She must be a pretty little girl," Robin smiled up at him, her fingers curling about his hard cock, feeling it. As she continued to talk, she opened his pants and reached inside. She pulled Mark's cock free.
"Oh, lovely!" she breathed hotly. "You have a lovely cock, Mark!"
Robin's fingers curled about his cock, squeezing it, testing the hardness. She stroked her fist back and forth on it, watching the piss hole flare, dripping now. As she jacked his cock, she pulled her skirt into her lap, spreading her knees. She pulled the boy between her legs and pumped on his prick vigorously, mewling as she watched it drip a few inches from her face.
"Have you . . . done it with your girlfriend, Mark?" she asked. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
"Yes," he said, his eyes burning down into her face. "We do it all the time." "Have you ever fucked a woman?" "No," he admitted.
Robin squeezed his cock hard, gurgling with pleasure. Her cunt was boiling, soaking wet, her clitoris throbbing like never before. "Would you like to?" she asked in a throaty voice, unable to stop what she was doing. "Would you like to screw me?"
"Would I?" he replied, excited.
Robin laughed, huskily. She stood up and pushed him gently away. "I'll get on my desk."
She sat on the desk, pulling her skirt to her waist, spreading her knees wide. Mark gazed at her revealed cunt, seeing the curly, bushy hair, the pink lips that were wet and slippery.
"You don't have to take your pants down, Mark," she said. "Just get between my legs and put it in me."
She scooted her ass to the very edge of the desk, her legs dangling over it, her hands behind and leaning back slightly. She looked down her body as Mark brought his cock close to her eager cunt. She felt the head press at her rigid clitoris, and a tremor of delight shook her.
"Ooooo, put it in me, Mark!" she mewled. "Hurry and stick your cock in me!"
Robin felt his teenage cock slip into her cunt, and she sighed with pleasure. The roughness of his pants against the sensitive insides of her thighs thrilled her as he began to thrust back and forth, his fingers digging into her hips. Robin writhed her ass with him, twisting excitedly, her eyes closed, lips parted.
"Ohhh, that's good, Mark!" she whimpered as he fucked into her steaming cunt. "God, I love it! Fuck me, Mark! Ohhhh, fuck me!"
"You're hot, Miss Stone!" he grunted, pounding his cock furiously into her hungry pussy. "You're really hot! I like it when a girl is hot like this!"
"Oh, God, God! I'm always hot!" she yelped, jerking her crotch against him. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me good! I love getting fucked! Give it to me ... to my cunt!"
She leaned back on her elbows and drew her legs up, placing her heels on his shoulders. Her whole body was shaking as he fucked her cunt energetically. She could hear him gasp and pant as he banged back and forth. She thought she could feel each ridge and groove of his cock as it slithered in and out of her pussy. The lips of her cunt gripped his cock powerfully, something that was unconscious on her part, but an action that she was glad to have.
"Ooooo! Ahhhh!" she whimpered mindlessly, tossing her ass about on the desk. "Fuck me, baby! Give me that hard cock! Fuck me fast . . . really fuck me, Mark!"
"Oh, yes!" he grunted. "I'll fuck you fast, Miss Stone! I'll fuck your hot cunt raw! You're hot as shit, Miss Stone! Hot, hairy cunt . . . fucking hot cunt!"
"Yes, it's a hot cunt!" she squealed at him. "Fuck that hot, hairy cunt! Fuck me, baby! Ooooo, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"I knew your cunt would be hairy," he grunted, going deeply into her twat. "I knew you'd have a hairy cunt, Miss Stone!"
Robin felt the heated ecstasy flowing through every part of her half-naked body. It was like hot irons shooting through her, searing the nerves of her excited pussy.
"I think ... I think I'm going to come, Mark!" she wailed. "Ohhh, yes! I'm going to come!"
"I am . . . too!"
"Hurry! Hurry! Fuck me fast and hard! Make my cunt blow apart! Ohhh, I love this . . . love a hard cock up my pussy, my cunt, my twat! Fuck it for me, baby! Fuck it for me!"
She felt him slam powerfully into her pussy, ramming almost brutally. At the moment she didn't care if he bruised the tender lips of her sensitive cunt, not as long as he kept stabbing into her this way. Her pussy went into convulsions, the strength and power of them surprising her. She yelped with ecstasy as her cunt gripped his cock tightly, the spasms causing her pussy to cling to his thrusting cock like a warm, wet, tight glove.
"You're coming, Miss Stone!" Mark shouted. "I can feel your cunt grabbing my cock! Ohhh, shit . . . I'm gonna come, too!"
"Do it, do it!" Robin gurgled thickly. "Come in my cunt! Ohhh, please, come up my fucking cunt! Fill my pussy with your come juice! I love it . . . love to feel a cock spurting in my cunt!"
Mark grunted again, driving his cock into her cunt deep and hard, then holding himself there. Robin felt his cum spew out, splashing along the walls of her still convulsing pussy. She yelped and wailed with delight, going into another orgasm that was even stronger than the first one. Her pussy milked at his spewing cock, the muscles working involuntarily. Her tits swelled until she thought they would burst with pleasure. Her ass gyrated wickedly as he came in her cunt.
She slumped back onto her desk when it was over, her legs falling from his shoulders to dangle limply over the edge. Her cunt continued to twitch and quiver, and a warm glow of satisfaction filled her. Her tits rose and fell as she gasped in a labored way to breathe.
When she lifted up, she was alone. Mark was no place in the room. Sliding off the desk and smoothing her skirt down, Robin felt a momentary pang of shame. But it did not linger in her mind; the pleasure still filled her slender body. As she gathered her purse to leave, she could feel the come juice dripping along her inner thighs. For a moment she considered going to the bathroom and cleaning herself, but she liked the slippery sensa-tion as she walked down the empty hallway and from the building.
Once again she saw the group of boys standing near the old, gaudily painted car. And again the same boy who had waved at her before waved again. This time Robin waved back at him without hesitation, even flashing a smile today.
It was not until she arrived at her apartment that it came to her. "I knew your cunt would be hairy," Mark had said.
She found it hard to believe the shy boy was the one sending her the notes, calling her on the phone. He just was not aggressive enough. But his words certainly seemed to indicate he was the one. Perhaps it was only a coincidence, she thought, as she ate her dinner alone at the small table in her apartment.
A slight feeling of remorse filled her as she did the few dishes. Robin knew she did not have to seduce a teenage boy. She could have almost any man she wanted, married or single. So why did she allow Mark to fuck her today, and right in the classroom at that? And on her desk, of all places! Was she losing her fucking mind, playing around with a teenage boy almost half her age? That could cause her problems she didn't need or want.
But he was a sweet boy, and very shy, she thought. He wouldn't create any problems for her, she felt. Perhaps she could fuck him again. He wouldn't tell anyone, and the secret would be safe. She did enjoy fucking him, she admitted to herself. If she were very careful, it could continue for a long time.
As she prepared for bed, she found herself missing the phone call. After she was in bed, she lay awake until almost midnight, waiting for the phone to ring. She was startled to find she was disappointed the boy did not call her.
Chapter Three
Robin watched Mark closely during class, but he never once let on there was a change in their relationship. She was pleased by his attitude, and felt he was aware of the danger she would be in if anyone else knew about them. It made her respect the young boy. Now and then their eyes would meet, and they told each other a second meeting was inevitable.
For almost a week Mark did not approach her, and Robin was worried. She was also in a constant boiling condition to fuck him again. It was an unusual feeling for her, a woman who could pick and choose among any number of men. Also, she had been able to suppress her sexuality before when it threatened to devour her. But now, somehow, Mark was getting to her. She found she missed being alone with him, missed his presence. He had fucked her quite thoroughly that day on her desk, one of the best fucks she had ever had. Robin found herself wanting Mark desperately, and yet she was afraid to approach him.
Somewhere, buried deep inside her mind, there was a feeling of danger, but she couldn't put her finger on it. In fact, she didn't want her finger on it. What she wanted was Mark - his cock. She wanted his strong, hard, teenage cock thrusting into her cunt powerfully, making her come and come until she was too weak to move.
By Friday, Robin was extremely anxious. Every waking thought was of Mark, of his cock. Knowing she was a fool, she went out of her way now lo try and let him know she wanted him. There had been no more calls, and that puzzled her, too.
When Friday was almost gone, and she was in bed, tossing and turning restlessly, her cunt throbbing, the telephone rang. For a moment she was startled, then she grabbed it quickly. "Hello?" she said breathlessly.
"Hi, Miss Stone," came the voice. "I bet you're hot for some cock, aren't you?"
"Goddamn you!" she shouted into the phone. "What the fuck do you ..." and she stopped. She didn't want to be angry with the caller; she had missed the calls. "I'm sorry," she said contritely. "I didn't mean to scream at you."
"Ah, that's okay, Miss Stone," the voice said. "I understand. But you didn't answer my question."
"What question?" she asked.
"That you're hot for some cock."
"Oh, I am!" she breathed excitedly, rubbing at her pussy. "I'm so hot I could fuck the whole town!"
The voice laughed. "Would you like for me to come to your apartment and fuck you, Miss Stone?"
"I'd love it," she said huskily.
"What else would you do for me?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Would you suck my cock for me? Would you suck my cock off, Miss Stone?"
"Yes, yes! I'd suck your cock off!"
"Let me come in your mouth?"
"God, yes!"
"Do you like to suck a hard cock, Miss Stone?"
"I love sucking cock!"
"Would you let me lick your hairy cunt?"
"I'd let you do anything you wanted with me," she breathed with bubbling excitement. "Anything at all. You name it and I'll do it!"
"Are you sure, Miss Stone?" "You just come here and find out," she laughed throatily.
"Don't you know who I am?" the voice said. "You don't talk like you know who I am."
"It doesn't matter who you are," she said, feeling sure he would never reveal himself to her. "You just bring your sweet cock here and I'll suck it and fuck it until you can't walk!"
"This is Mark, Miss Stone."
"Mark?" she was surprised. "Mark?"
"Sure," he said. "I thought you knew. I mean, you let me fuck you on your desk, and you showed me your cunt like I asked."
Suddenly Robin began to laugh", almost hysterically. "Oh, you sweet kid! And I thought some horny kid was playing games with me." She laughed again, then stopped. "Why haven't you called me, Mark? God, I've missed you!"
"I wasn't sure you wanted me to call."
"Didn't you enjoy the fuck I gave you?" she asked. "Did that seem as if I didn't want you to call me? Listen, it's almost midnight; can you come to my apartment? I mean, can you get away from your parents this late?"
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said. "I know the address. I know almost everything about you."
The line went dead and she hung up, smiling. She jumped out of bed and took a quick shower, then perfumed her body with a sensual scent. She brushed her long, dark hair until it gleamed in the light, feeling like a high school girl herself getting ready for her first date.
She was in a sheer gown that clung to her slender, curvy body when the doorbell sounded. She opened the door to find Mark standing there. She pulled him into the apartment.
"You know, Mark," she said, trying to control the steaming excitement in her body, "you haven't even kissed me, and we've fucked like maniacs already."
She pulled the boy into her arms, finding she had to lean down to press her. lips against his. She shivered happily to find his arms going around her body and hugging her tightly, then was delighted when his tongue slipped past her lips and probed deeply into her mouth. She moaned softly as she sucked at his tongue. She pressed her body against his tightly, her cunt just above his cock. She could feel his cock swelling, becoming hard, and a tremor of delight flowed through her.
"Mmmm, you kiss wonderfully," she said, lick-ing her tongue over his lips as she held him. She pressed against him, feeling him shove his swelling cock against her thigh.
Robin pulled him to the couch, then sat next to him, her gown parting to reveal her smooth thighs. The pink hardness of her nipples could be seen faintly through the material. Mark placed a hand on one tit, squeezing it.
"Oooo, I like that, baby," Robin mewled as his fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her tit, her nipple burning into his palm. "My tits are very sensitive to touch. I can come sometimes when my nipples are sucked."
"Is that an invitation, Miss Stone?" he giggled.
"It sure is, Mark!"
She opened her gown, revealing her tits to his glowing eyes. "And don't you think you can call me Robin? After all, we've fucked, and Miss Stone doesn't fit anymore."
"Okay, Robin," he said, drawing a nipple into his mouth and sucking vigorously at it.
Robin held his head tightly, closing her eyes as he sucked the nipple, his tongue fluttering about it. He dropped a hand to her thighs, sliding her gown up to caress the naked flesh of her body. Robin shifted on the cushions, allowing him to open her gown all the way.
"Suck it for me, Mark," she cooed softly. "Suck my nipples for me! Oooo, I can feel it all the way to my pussy!"
"You can?" he asked, lifting his face. "You can really feel it that way?"
"God, yes! Sometimes I come when my nipples are sucked on."
"Tammie can't."
"Who's Tammie?" she asked, feeling a twinge of jealousy.
"That's my girlfriend," Mark replied, running his tongue over a hard nipple as his hand searched between her thighs. "I told you I had a girlfriend."
"Yes, you did," she said, trying to imagine what Mark's girlfriend would look like. Since he seemed so shy and bashful, Robin was sure the girl was a mousy little thing, unattractive, not at all popular. "I remember now."
Mark rubbed at her cunt, then slipped a finger into it. "You're sure wet, Miss . . . uh, Robin."
"That's because you excite me, darling," she laughed, reaching for his cock. "You seem to excite me more than anyone I know. I don't understand why, but you sure get me turned on!"
She pulled his cock free and stroked it, loving the hot hardness of it. She ran her thumb over the smooth head and across the wet piss hole.
"You said you'd suck me off, Robin," he reminded her.
Robin gave a low, excited laugh. "I sure did say that, didn't I? Do you like blowjobs, Mark?" "I love a blowjob," he said. "Then let's get your clothes off," Robin gurgled as she peeled her gown away. She dropped it to the couch, and slid to her knees, her naked body shivering with delight.
Mark sat naked on the couch, his ass at the edge of the cushions, his cock straining in the air. Robin gazed at it, and at the heavy balls dangling between his thighs.
"You are so beautiful this way, baby," she murmured as she stroked his thighs. "Seeing you naked, your cock so hard, those sweet balls . . . you are absolutely beautiful!"
"Suck me!" he growled in excitement. "Suck my cock, Robin!"
"Mmmm, I'm going to suck it for you, all right," she mewled, licking her tongue along his inner thigh. "I'm going to suck that hard cock like it's never been sucked before! Oh, yes I am! And I'm going to love every fucking minute of it! I hope your balls are loaded with come juice . . . because I love tasting a cock spurt in my cocksucking mouth!"
Robin ran her tongue along the throbbing cock, feeling the heat of it. She slipped her face between his thighs and burned moist,.hot kisses on his balls, the tip of her tongue licking delicately but eagerly. Her light blue eyes gazed up at him as she licked, but she couldn't see past the lovely hardness of his cock. Sliding her hands to his hips, she clutched them and opened her mouth. Placing her mouth on the head of his dripping prick, she ran her tongue over the piss hole, licking away the seeping juices. She mewled and closed her lips about his cock, sliding downward, taking the full length of his prick deep into her hot, wet mouth.
Feeling his balls against her chin, she held his cock this way for a few moments, enjoying the way her lips stretched, the feel of her tongue pressing his prick against the roof of her mouth. Her mind reeled with ecstasy, loving the feel of his hardness between her lips. She pulled a hand down and cupped his balls, brushing them at her chin as her nose was tickled by his cock hairs.
Then she sucked upward, drawing powerfully with her lips and cheeks. Her tongue scraped the throbbing hardness and pressed it against the roof of her mouth. Holding just the smoothly swollen head between her lips, she fluttered her tongue about the dripping pisshole, tasting him.
"Oh, suck it, Robin!" Mark urged in a hot, thick voice. "Suck my cock! Ooooh, your mouth is so hot and wet, Robin! Suck me . . . suck my cock! Damn, you're sure good at sucking a hard-on, Robin! Come on, suck up and down!"
Robin bobbed her beautiful face up and down, her wet, satiny lips gliding easily on his thick, hard cock. She devoured him, gobbling with hunger, anticipating the quick gush of his come juice into her mouth and down her throat.
She became so eager and hungry for his come juice that she was soon racing her lips up and down his cock. She thrilled to the way it throbbed between her lips, the way his balls twitched in her hand as she tugged and twisted them gently. Her tongue flew madly, tasting him, swallowing, as the seeping juices filled her mouth.
"Fucking cocksucker!" she heard him grunt with excitement. "Fucking teacher cocksucker! Eat my fucking cock! Eat it! Suck me . . . suck my prick! Cocksucker . . . cocksucking teacher! I'm gonna blow the back of your fucking, cocksucking head off!"
"Mmmmm!" Robin squealed with ecstasy as she sucked in a frenzy to bring his come juice boiling up from his balls. "Mmmmm!"
She felt his hands on the back of her head, pushing her mouth down on his cock, almost forcing it down her throat. Her cunt was bubbling hotly, as it always did when she sucked a cock. It had been true when she told him she almost came when her nipples were sucked. It was certainly true that she always came when she sucked a cock.
As she raced her lips up and down his cock, striving powerfully to make him come into her mouth, her cunt went into contractions that almost shattered her. She squealed in a muffled sound as she came around his cock, her naked ass jerking uncontrollably.
"I'm gonna come, Robin!" she heard Mark shout, his hips lifting from the cushions of the couch. "I'm gonna come, you fucking cocksucker! I'm gonna come in your fucking hot mouth!"
Robin sensed his cock become harder, the throbbing more pronounced. Then her mouth was filled with thick, slippery come juice. She whimpered as she swallowed, her tongue flying even as her mouth bobbed up and down furiously. Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't see anything at all. The ecstasy that ran through her nakedness caused her to shudder violently as she came along with him, her cunt convulsing with extreme pleasure.
She was amazed at the amount of cum that spurted into her mouth. She gulped and went back for more, until Mark's cock dribbled its last. Robin sucked her lips from his cock, then ran her tongue over the smooth head, across his piss hole, then kissed his cock tenderly.
Sitting back on her heels, she smiled up at him, holding his knees. "That was fantastic, Mark!" she whimpered in her soft voice. "God, did you come! I didn't think you'd ever stop coming. You come more than any man I've ever known."
"Don't you like that?" he asked.
"Like it?" she asked. "Baby, I loved it! God, do I love it! Having a cock spurt in my mouth is just as good as having it come up my cunt! Yes, I love it, baby, love it very much!"
She brought out a light snack, and they sat on the floor of the living room, eating. They talked of school, of sex, of his girlfriend.
"Doesn't your girlfriend - Tammie, right? - give you enough pussy, Mark?" she asked.
"I never get enough cunt, Robin," he replied. "The more ass I get, the more I seem to want."
"Is she the reason you haven't called me all week?"
"Partly," he confessed. "But I've had a lot of things to do. I'm doing all the pictures for the yearbook."
"Oh, I see. You're into photography?" "Just a hobby, that's all." Robin cleaned up the small mess they had made. "Do you have to go home soon?"
"Not me," he said. "I can stay as long as I want. All night, even."
"Maybe you can," she said, pulling him to his feet, "but I've got my reputation to worry about. I couldn't allow anyone seeing you leave in the morning. But we've got a while yet. Come into the bedroom with me."
In the bedroom, they lay side by side, hugging and kissing, feeling each other. "I remember you mentioning something about licking my cunt, don't I?"
"You like that, too, huh?"
"Of course," she teased. "Don't tell me your little girlfriend won't let you lick her cunt?"
"She loves it," he laughed, turning around so his head was at her feet.
Robin found his cock swelling again right before her face. "It looks as if I'm going to have to suck your cock again, since it's so close to my face."
"That's the idea, teacher."
She was surprised at his knowledge. She felt his hot breath on her naked thighs as he kissed them, and his hands ran about her asscheeks, squeezing them as he licked close to the curling hairs of her cunt. Robin lifted one leg so that her cunt was exposed to him and began to kiss and lick his cock again.
With her tongue lapping at his balls and his cock swelling along her cheek, Robin felt Mark's tongue, wet and eager, working along the inside of her thighs, very close to the silky, thick cunt hair. His hands clutched at her tight, round ass, caressing now and then. Robin became intensely excited to find Mark so hungry to lick her cunt.
She ran her tongue along his cock and opened her mouth, taking it deep inside. She cooed with ecstasy as she closed her lips tightly around it, thrilled by the way it throbbed between them. Urgently tugging, she brought Mark over on top of her, her own knees wide apart and bent, his young face buried into her cunt now, his tongue licking furiously, his lips sucking. She wrapped her arms around his naked hips and grabbed his asscheeks. She held him tightly as he began to pump in and out of her sucking mouth. Her naked body twisted and writhed as excitement grew hotly inside her.
It did not take long before Robin was coming. The hot, hairy lips of her pussy contracted as his tongue darted in and out of the slippery opening. She mewled softly but hungrily as his cock fucked up and down, filling her mouth, stretching her greedy lips.
Robin's hands moved all around his bobbing asscheeks, feeling the skin, touching everyplace, squeezing a cheek in each hand. She twisted her crotch into his mouth, whimpering with ecstasy as she came. Her mouth devoured his throbbing cock. She desperately wanted to taste his thick come juice spewing over her tongue once again. Robin loved his cum, loved the taste of it.
Mark's tongue kept up its vigorous licking, stabbing into her cunt time and again, his hands squeezing the sweet cheeks of her ass, the hot breath burning her flesh. Robin went at his cock almost insanely, wanting his come juice spurting into her mouth more than ever. There was a roaring in her ears as she sucked his cock; her mind reeled until she felt almost dizzy with delight.
She felt his movements increasing until Mark was stabbing his cock in and out of her mouth swiftly. It was the signal to her that he was ready to come. Her sucking increased with his thrusts, soft mewls of encouragement rippling from her stuffed mouth.
A loud grunt came from Mark's face, still buried between her thighs. His lips nibbled at her convulsing clitoris. Robin's tongue was coated with the delicious come juice his cock squirted. She swallowed quickly, her tongue working as best she could, her lips clamped tightly around his spasming cock. She gulped and gulped, ecstasy filling every pore, every nerve, of her naked, slender body. Again she began to come.
Mark rolled from her, sprawling at her side, his arms still wrapped about her. Robin breathed in labored gasps, her naked body shivering, delight flooding her until her mind was almost blank to everything except the extreme ecstasy she felt. She turned on her side and hugged his hips tightly, an asscheek clutched in each hand, her face pressed against his cock and balls. She kissed and licked them eagerly, whimpering with pleasure.
"You're wonderful, Mark," she murmured against his cock and balls. "So wonderful!"
He sat up, drawing his knees to his chest and looked down at her. She stroked his cock and balls, smiling happily at him. "Am I good, baby?" she asked, her voice low and anxious. "Am I good?"
"You're fantastic, Robin," he told her, running his hand along her rounded hip. "You know, I need a picture of you."
"You do? Why?"
"For the yearbook," he replied. "You'll be the prettiest teacher in it."
"I will?" she smiled, pleased. "I'm glad you think so."
"I'll bring the camera to school tomorrow," he said, getting into his pants. "How's that, Robin?"
"That's fine with me, Mark."
She watched him finish dressing, feeling strange. She felt affection for this young boy, one of her students. The feeling troubled her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
When he was dressed, she climbed from the bed and walked with him to the door, still naked. There she pulled him against her body, flattening her pointed tits. She hugged him tightly, kissing him long and hard.
"Go home, lover," she smiled. "Go home and rest. I think I'm going to need a lot of you, a lot of your beautiful cock."
He grinned at her, patted her naked ass, then left.
Chapter Four
Robin dressed with great care the next morning, knowing Mark was going to take her picture for the yearbook. She wore an attractive dress that clung to her slender body, molding her tits and ass. Slits at each side came halfway up her thighs, giving enticing glimpses when she walked. Not what a teacher would wear, but what Robin really looked good in.
Her dark hair gleamed, and she almost applied more makeup than usual. Common sense came to her and she put on a faint coat of glossy lipstick, just enough to make her lips glisten moistly. On an impulse, with the glow of the night before still in her, she wore her garter belt and nylons with a pair of panties, tight and sheer. Curls of cunt hair peeked from the crotch, but there was nothing she could do about that unless she shaved it off. That was something she didn't want to do; she liked her long, curly cunt hair.
As she drove the short distance to the high school, Robin examined her feelings about Mark. She was surprised to find herself thinking of love for him. But that was crazy. The boy was only a teenager, and she was twenty-six. By the time she parked her car, she had convinced herself it was indeed love.
She waited all day for Mark, but he didn't show up until his own class at the end of the day. Around his neck hung his camera. She was excited throughout the class, but he paid hardly any attention to her. She knew he was doing the right thing, but she wanted to throw caution to the wind, let everyone know her feelings for him.
Nervously, she waited until the end of the school day, now and then flashing her thighs for him, knowing by this time he would peek secretly at her. When the students filed out noisily, she sat at her desk and waited. Mark remained behind, adjusting his camera, checking the lighting. When they were alone, he came to the desk.
"I want a couple of you sitting there, Robin," he said, snapping the shutter.
"You know what I'd like, Robin?" he said, cocking his head at her. "I'd like a nice pin-up picture of you."
"Pin-up?" she asked, oddly pleased. "Of me? Why on earth would you want a picture of me like that?"
"Because you're so beautiful," he replied, smiling down at her. "Here, turn around in your chair."
She did as he wanted, and when he adjusted her dress to reveal her thighs, she made no protest. She would do anything he wanted of her, and she would do it happily. Mark snapped a few, then had her sit on her desk, one leg cocked up. She knew the crotch of her panties were exposed, but she didn't care. As he snapped away, he placed her in more and more revealing postures. One was taken with her legs as wide as she could spread them, the whole of her crotch revealed, curling hair sticking out and all.
He had her turn her back to him, bend over and peer between her spread thighs, her skirt at her waist, a smile of wickedness on her face.
"Take your panties off, Robin," he said. "I want a shot of that pretty cunt." She complied willingly, becoming excited by posing for him. When he asked her to spread her legs and shove a finger up her cunt for a shot, with one tit exposed, she went along with it.
By the time an hour had passed, Mark had taken many photographs of her, and she was so excited by posing that her cunt was bubbling hotly. Her eyes gazed hotly at the front of his pants, seeing his cock swollen into a lovely hardness, outlined by the tightness of his pants.
"Oh, Mark!" she breathed, sitting at one of the student desks, her legs up and wide apart, cunt revealed now with both tits showing. "This makes me want to fuck! Come on, honey, fuck me!"
"I'd rather get sucked, Robin," he said, taking his cock out. He waved his cock at her, teasing her with it.
Robin licked her lips, her eyes misty with desire. "Oh, God, yes!" she murmured. "Bring that beautiful hard-on to me, darling! Bring that hard cock to me and I'll suck it for you! Oooo, I'll suck you so good, you'll love it! Hurry, I want to taste it . . . feel it in my hot, cocksucking mouth!"
Mark came to her side, dropping his pants to his ankles. "Suck it for me, teacher," he urged, rubbing the dripping piss hole of his cock back and forth on her pursed lips. "Kiss that cock for me! Lick the piss hole . . . lick it good!"
Robin's tongue swirled about the smoothly swollen head, tasting him, loving it. But as she tried to suck it into her mouth, he pulled away. "Take it slow and easy, Robin. Don't be so greedy."
"But I want your cock in my mouth, darling!" she wailed loudly, trying to pull him toward her face. "I want to suck your cock so much!"
"How bad do you want my cock in your mouth, teacher?" he asked. "Tell me!"
Robin detected the change in his voice, but at the moment it didn't bother her. She was steaming for him, rubbing at her burning cunt without shame. "Let me have it, please!"
"Tell me!" he insisted. His fist slowly pumped on his cock, deliberately taunting her, playing on her sexual mind and desire. "Come on, teacher, tell me how bad you want my cock."
"Please, darling," Robin pleaded. "Don't tease me this way. Let me have it, please! You know I love your cock, love it in my mouth, my cunt!"
"That's better," he grinned at her. "That's much better."
He came close to her, and Robin gulped his hard cock into her mouth as if afraid he would draw away again. Her lips closed tightly about the swollen head, her tongue flying about the piss hole.
"I want a picture of this," she heard him say. Her immediate thought was to stop him, but it reeled out of her mind swiftly. She was looking up at his face, her mouth full of his cock, seeing the camera held high, and heard the shutter snap. She was vaguely aware that evidence had just been taken of her servitude to a student - her mouth filled with hard cock.
Ignoring the feeling of dread, Robin devoured his hard cock hungrily, thrusting a finger in and out of her cunt, finger fucking herself as she sucked him. She felt a sense of degradation, but somehow the feeling thrilled her. She felt love for Mark, ignoring the thought that it was only his cock and the way he made her feel.
Mark placed a hand at the back of her head, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. She felt the smooth head enter her throat, farther than it had gone the night before. She choked softly, her eyes glassy with passion as she looked up at him. Then he began pumping in and out of her mouth, fucking between her wet, hot, clamped lips.
She sensed his cock ready to squirt, and she sucked and licked furiously, anticipating the taste of his come juice spewing into her hungry mouth.
"I'm gonna come, Robin!" Mark grunted.
"Mmmmm!" she whimpered, ready for him. But just as he started coming, he jerked his cock free of her clinging lips, pulling away about two inches. Come juice splashed into her face, into her open mouth. And as he sprayed thick cum directly into Robin's open, surprised mouth and over her face, coating her, he snapped the camera. There was no doubt in her mind what that picture would look like - her beautiful face with a cock a few inches away, spurting come directly into it, her expression one of pure ecstasy.
"Oh, Mark, why did you do that?" she said.
looking up at him with sadness. "Why did you take a picture of your cock squirting in my face?"
"I wanted one, Robin," he said, pulling his pants up. "You better get yourself presentable. I have a few more things to do, then I'll meet you at your apartment, okay?"
Robin wiped her mouth with tissue, then washed up in the bathroom. The school was deserted now, and she was glad. It would not do for anyone to see her with a cum-smeared face.
On her way to her car, she considered the change that had come over Mark. He was no longer shy with her, but aggressive and demanding. She had mixed feelings about his change. On one hand she liked it, but on the other she didn't care for it at all. In a way it was frightening.
Once again she noticed a group of boys in the parking lot. The gaudily painted car was not there, but the same boy who had waved to her before did it again. She hesitated only a moment before waving back to him. She did not know him, but had seen him on the school grounds. Driving home, Robin's cunt throbbed hotly, and as she thought of Mark's squirting into her face, she smiled. She could not deny it had been fun, exciting. Was it possible she wanted the degradation, the humiliation, at the hands of a teenage boy? Robin had never been inclined that way before.
At her apartment, she undressed and showered, washing away the sweat of the day. She sang and hummed happily as she waited for Mark. She had no idea what time he would arrive because he had not said. She accepted her strong attraction to him, believing it was actually love. Perhaps it was only infatuation for him - for his youth, his teenage cock. Whatever it was, Robin accepted it, knowing she could not refuse him anything he wanted of her.
Mark arrived shortly after she finished her dinner.
"Oh, Mark!" she squealed, starting to pull him into the apartment. She dropped his hand quickly when she saw he was not alone. Standing behind him was one of the loveliest girls Robin had ever seen. Sparkling blue eyes looked at her, the sweet face surrounded by a cascade of shimmering blonde hair hanging past the girl's shoulders.
"This is Tammie," Mark said, "my girlfriend."
Tammie stepped from behind him and smiled up at Robin. It seemed her face lit up with sunshine in that one smile. Robin looked at the girl. Tammie was still dressed in her cheerleading costume, with the short, flaring skirt that revealed creamy, delicious thighs.
"Hi, Miss Stone," Tammie said, her voice girlish.
"Hello, Tammie," Robin said, nervously. She glanced at Mark, wondering why he had brought the girl with him. She had been counting on an evening alone with him, fucking and sucking.
"I just finished practice," Tammie said. "I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not," Robin said, stepping aside. "Come in, you two."
Robin brought out soft drinks for them, then sat on the couch, her hands in her lap. She didn't know what to say or do. She listened to Mark talk to Tammie about the yearbook he was working on.
"Robin," Mark said, getting to his feet and adjusting his camera and light meter, "I'm gonna take a few shots of Tammie for the book, okay?"
"Of course," Robin said. "But wouldn't it be better on the field. You know, more authentic?"
"This is fine," he said. "Tammie, you go over by that bookcase and I'll shoot a few."
Tammie posed for him, and again Robin saw the sheer beauty of the teenage girl. There also seemed a unique kind of aura about the girl, and it took a while before Robin understood what it was. When she realized it, she almost stopped breathing. Tammie actually radiated a sexuality that filled the room. So involved with watching Tammie pose, her mind filled with the strong sexuality of the girl, it was some time before Robin realized the poses were becoming more and more erotic.
Suddenly Robin looked at the girl and gasped. Tammie was leaning against the bookcase, holding the short skirt of her costume up, and she was not wearing tights, but a pair of extremely sheer bikini panties. Blonde, shadowy cunt hair could be seen through the panties, and Tammie framed her cunt with the spreading fingers of one hand.
"Mark!" Robin gasped. "You can't do that! Not here!"
"Be quiet, Robin," he said, peering into his camera. "Okay, Tammie, let's pull the panties aside."
Tammie pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her cunt. She did it eagerly, Robin noticed. The sweet girl gave a smile for Mark as he took the picture.
"Mark, this is enough!" Robin said, getting to her feet. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Fuck off, Robin," he said, adjusting his camera again. "Tammie, take the panties off and spread your legs, and sort of arch your cunt out. That's it . . . now stick a finger up your pussy, baby."
Robin watched the sweet girl do as he asked. The smile on Tammie's face was innocent, yet showed her excitement at the same time. Robin trembled in anger, but there was not much she could do about this. She stamped angrily into the kitchen and put on coffee, trying to think of some way to make Mark stop this. She felt as if he were using her for some reason, a purpose she didn't understand.
She was sipping coffee when they came into the kitchen. "I got some good shots, Robin," he said, going to her refrigerator and taking a coke for himself.
"I can imagine," she frowned.
"Hey, come on, Robin," he said, sitting down at the table. "Don't act so down, baby. You aren't getting jealous, are you? Hell, you knew I had a girlfriend."
"It isn't that," she said. "It's you. You've changed, Mark. You're different. And I don't like you bringing her here, taking those kinds of pictures in my apartment."
"Tough shit," Mark replied, playing with his camera. "Damn, I've only got about seven more exposures. I forgot to buy film today."
Robin looked at Tammie, seeing the exquisite beauty of the girl, so fresh and young. "Why do you do it, Tammie?" she asked. "Let Mark take pictures like that of you, I mean?"
"I like it, Miss Stone," Tammie giggled, a faint flush on her smooth face. "I really enjoy it."
"It makes her hot, Robin," Mark laughed.
"Mark!" she gasped. "Stop that kind of talk right now!"
"Oh, I don't mind, Miss Stone," Tammie giggled again. "Besides, it does make me all hot. I like being hot. I guess I stay hot all the time."
"Like Robin," Mark laughed.
Robin blushed as Tammie looked at her, a huge smile on her face. "Is that right, Miss Stone? Are you hot, too? Oh, that's wonderful! I thought I was the only girl in the whole world that way."
"Please, Mark, don't ..." Robin started.
"Take my cock out, Tammie," Mark said, spreading his legs on the chair and scooting his ass to the edge. Robin watched Tammie eagerly open his pants and pull his cock free. The little girl dropped to her knees before him and stroked his cock, making it swell and become hard. Robin had never seen anyone involved like this before, and she could not deny the rumblings of excitement inside her body.
"Sit on my lap, Tammie," Mark said. "Sit on my lap and give me a hot fuck, baby."
"Golly, yes!" Tammie squealed as she pulled her skirt to her waist. Robin saw the panties were gone. She watched the girl eagerly spread her legs on each side of Mark, one of her small hands grasping his cock as she brought the puffy, blonde-fuzzed cunt down. "Oooooo!" Tammie burbled as she settled upon Mark's cock.
"Turn around, baby," he directed her. "Turn around with your back toward me. I want Robin to watch that hot cunt of yours fucking my cock."
Robin watched the girl twist about, her pussy still clinging to his throbbing hard-on. Tammie leaned back against Mark's chest as he began to pump his cock up and down, stabbing at the young cunt, fucking her. Mark's hands squeezed at Tammie's firm tits, making the girl whimper with pleasure. Robin could see, very clearly, the way Tammie's cunt stretched around his cock, see the glistening tip of that hard little clitoris.
"Ooooo, good!" Tammie gurgled. "Golly, I -love it, Mark! Ohhh, fuck me good, Mark! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Robin's cunt was steaming. She was intensely excited by watching the teenagers fuck. And hearing those words come so easily from such a sweet, innocent face seemed to increase her bubbling desire.
Tammie lifted and lowered her cunt in a rhythm to Mark's upward thrusts, squealing with ecstasy. Her legs were very wide, and Robin noticed Tammie's cunt was hairless on each side, but quite full and bushy around that lovely clitoris. The kitchen chair squeaked as they fucked, but the sound of it fit with the action, somehow, Robin thought. She writhed on her chair, her eyes burning upon Tammie's cunt as it was stuffed by Mark's cock. Common sense was replaced by a boiling desire to get involved with them, yet she held off. She wanted to get to her knees, feel that beautiful cunt and hard cock with her hands as they fucked.
Mark apparently understood Robin's thoughts and desires, because he glanced at her. "Come over here, Robin, and play with my balls while we fuck!"
Robin hesitated, her mouth open and her tongue licking at her lips, her eyes almost glassy with passion.
"Oh, yes, Miss Stone!" Tammie urged. "Play with Mark's balls! Oooo, that will make it better!"
Robin moved to them woodenly, not able to stop herself, no longer in control of her emotions. She got to her knees before them, her hands moving up Mark's thighs. She looked up to see Tammie gazing at her, and Robin smiled nervously.
"Pull his balls, Miss Stone!" the girl urged in a hot, excited voice. "Pull at his fucking balls! Twist his fucking nuts . . . we'll make his cock really squirt!"
Robin took Mark's balls in her hand, squeezing and twisting them gently. She listened to him pant as his excitement increased. She pulled on his balls, her eyes burning at the way the blonde-haired cunt rode up and down the wet, slippery cock. Her other hand came up and she ran her fingers along his cock, feeling Tammie's cunt as it came down. Her thumb pressed at Tammie's clitoris, and the girl wailed with ecstasy.
Robin rubbed at Tammie's clitoris as she pulled on Mark's balls. Her own cunt was throbbing wildly, and she writhed her ass, feeling as if she would come at any moment.
"Kiss his balls, Miss Stone!" Tammie gurgled with a hot voice. "Kiss his fucking balls, Miss Stone!"
Unable to resist, Robin moved her face into Mark's balls, kissing them, running her tongue over them. She tasted the dripping juices. Her nose was brushed by Tammie's cunt as they fucked. On a sudden impulse, Robin licked her tongue up Mark's cock, then swirled it quickly over Tammie's rigid clitoris.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" Tammie whimpered. "That was nice, Miss Stone! Do it again!"
Robin, so excited she could not have stopped herself if she had wanted to, ran her hot lips and tongue around Mark's balls as he fucked the girl. She lapped at Tammie's cunt with alternate strokes of her now hungry tongue. The taste of his cock and hairy balls mingled with Tammie's teenage cunt and sent her mind reeling into wild, erotic pleasure. She lapped and swirled her tongue about the throbbing cock and wet cunt eagerly, her hands now gripping the top of Tammie's smooth thighs, her fingers digging into the firm flesh. Her hairy cunt was in a turmoil, slippery juices running along her inner thighs, her asscheeks clenching up tightly, flexing.
"Ooooo, lick me again!" Tammie wailed, her small, slim body shaking as she bounced up and down on Mark's cock. "Lick my cunt again, Miss Stone! Ohhh, golly, golly! I've never had it feel so fucking good in my life! Lick my pussy while I fuck his cock, Miss Stone!"
Robin's tongue flew hungrily about the cock and pussy, thrilled at the taste of them. Her mind was exploding with ecstasy. Her body was shaking with the pleasure that boiled within, and she was very close to coming herself.
She went at the blonde cunt and hard, throbbing cock eagerly, no longer caring, wanting her ecstasy to grow and swell until she was out of her mind. The fuzz tickling her nose also excited her. Everything excited her, and she could not stop it, no matter what happened.
Robin's tongue lapped furiously now, and she felt those puffy, stretched cunt lips go into a powerful convulsion. Tammie made gurgling sounds as her small body shivered, then shook violently.
"Here it comes!" Mark shouted, straining his cock up into the gripping cunt of Tammie. "Here it comes, baby!"
Robin's tongue felt his cock as it went into spasmodic jerking, spewing come juice into the pussy. She licked at his cock and the stretched cunt lips of Tammie, and tasted his come juice as he came. There was a sudden explosion inside her stomach, and her cunt contracted in a frenzy. She groaned against the cock and cunt, but would not pull away. She felt Tammie's hand on the top of her head, holding her face into their crotches tightly as they came, and even that thrilled her.
Robin pulled her face back only when she felt their bodies relax, hearing them pant from the ecstasy. She sat on her heels, looking at them, running her tongue over her wet, slippery lips.
When Tammie climbed off Mark, his cock gleamed wetly in the light. Somehow it did not surprise her when Tammie squatted and began to lick at his wet cock and balls, taking his cock into her young mouth and sucking on it.
Slowly, Robin got to her feet, her legs wobbly. She left the teenagers and went to her bedroom, feeling a little ashamed of having allowed her emotions to gain control of her.
Chapter Five
Robin lay upon her bed, gazing at the ceiling. Her thoughts troubled her. She could hear Tammie and Mark in the living room, but their words were not clear to her.
She thought of how she had fallen into this, how easily it had happened. She had not minded fucking with Mark, despite the fact he was so young, even though he was a student of hers. She knew some teachers became involved sexually with students, but she had never dreamed she would be one of them. No, she enjoyed Mark, was perhaps a little in love with him.
But things had changed now, and suddenly. He had brought this beautiful little girl into her apartment and taken pictures of her the way he had with Robin. He had fucked the girl, and Robin thought it had been deliberate, to show Tammie his superiority over his teacher. Actually, being honest with herself, Robin didn't even mind that. What she did mind was the fact she had no control over anything he wanted of her. Robin had never had her face so close to another girl's cunt in her entire life. Thinking now about what she had just done, she could not deny she had done it willingly, even eagerly. Perhaps it was due to the sensuality of the moment - she didn't know.. Girls had never really attracted her. Oh, she liked to look at a particularly attractive girl, but that was not a sexual thing, was it?
She ran her tongue over her lips, and thought she could still taste Mark's cock and Tammie's cunt. She could still feel how it had been when her tongue licked at that glistening clitoris, and she shivered, knowing very well she had enjoyed doing it - loved doing it, as a matter of fact. She was so deep in her thoughts she did not realize Tammie and Mark had come into her bedroom and were standing at the side of her bed. She held her breath as her eyes turned and looked up at them.
"You have lovely legs, Miss Stone," Tammie said.
Robin looked down, and saw that her skirt was bunched about her waist, panties exposed. She started to shove her skirt down.
"Oh no you don't, Robin," Mark said, laughing as he stopped her hands. "I had an idea a while ago; I want some more pictures, and you're gonna be in them. You and Tammie. What do you think about that?"
A ripple of fear went through her. "I think you're full of shit, Mark," she said. "I don't pose for any more of your dirty little pictures."
Ignoring her, he left the bedroom to get his camera. Tammie sat on the side of Robin's bed, looking down at her. She took Robin's hand in hers, placing it on her warm, creamy thigh.
"Let him take pictures, Miss Stone," Tammie said in a soft voice. "It won't do any harm. Besides, he enjoys them."
"Do you let him take pictures of you like that all the time, Tammie?"
"Of course," the girl giggled. "I like it. I told you it makes me hot."
Robin gazed at the girl. She was acutely aware of where her hand was, where it touched. The flesh was hot, very smooth. She did not resist when Tammie pulled her fingers between her thighs and curled them about her cunt.
"Have you ever played with another girl before
Miss Stone?"
"No, never," Robin confessed. "I . . . I'm not like that."
Tammie laughed, the sound happy and bright. "That's bullshit! You licked my cunt, didn't you? You put your tongue right on my cunt and licked it! And you liked it, Miss Stone! I know you did."
"I. . . I . . ."
"Sometimes I like to play with another girl," Tammie said softly, running her hand up and down Robin's smooth thigh. "It's different than with a boy, you know. A girl is so soft and smooth. A cock gets all hard, but a cunt is always soft and wet and so hairy. I love to fingerfuck another girl's pussy sometimes."
"This is crazy, Tammie," Robin said, breathing faster. "Please, take your hand away. Don't touch me . . . not there."
Tammie's fingers were now moving along the crotch of Robin's tight panties, pressuring upon the lips and clitoris of her cunt. When Tammie began to slip her panties off, Robin found herself lifting her ass. Then Tammie caressed the dark curls of Robin's pussy, tugging gently at the hairs, tracing a fingertip about the puffy lips.
Mark returned then, and a grin spread over his face. "That's more like it, Robin," he said.
Robin felt Tammie's finger slip into her cunt, and she shivered, her hips lifting of their own accord. "It feels good, don't it, Miss Stone?" the girlish voice asked. "Don't it feel good to have another girl's finger fucking your cunt?"
Robin could not stop the grinding of her hips as Tammie's finger stabbed in and out of her wet cunt, a thumb smashing upon her distended clitoris.
"I can make you come this way, Miss Stone," Tammie said. "Want me to make you come like this?"
"Come on, Tammie," Mark cut in. "Stop fucking around. Take off your clothes. You too, Robin. I want both of you naked for these pictures.
Tammie pulled her finger out of Robin's clinging cunt, and Robin felt a sense of emptiness. She continued to lie there, watching Tammie eagerly undress. She saw the perky nipples centered upon fine, flawlessly shaped tits. Tammie's tits were bowl-shaped, round and firm. Her compact ass was a delight to see unclothed, the twin cheeks very tight and just the right size to fit into a grown man's palms. Tammie's body was well tanned, except for the startling whiteness where her bikini and halter concealed the flesh from the sun. The golden cunt hairs were very inviting, Robin noted.
"Okay, Robin," Mark said. "Take 'em off, goddamn it!"
Robin undressed, reluctantly at first, but then eagerly as her passion began to bubble up. She had no idea what Mark had in mind, but she couldn't resist him. Naked, she stood by the bed. Tammie's hot eyes went over her tits, her thighs and then fixed on the dense, curly hair that surrounded,her cunt. Robin's pussy throbbed and her clitoris tingled with anticipation.
Mark shot a picture of them both as they stood at the side of the bed, their arms around each other's waists. He had them hold each other's tits as they smiled for his camera. When he asked them to get onto the bed, they complied. He moved around them, shooting two more pictures as they kissed and felt each other at his request. Robin began to enjoy doing this very much, to her surprise.
"Put your cunts together," Mark said.
Tammie scissored her thighs between Robin's and their cunts touched. An electric-like shock shook Robin when she felt that cute cunt pressing against hers, and a low moan came from her. "Ooooo, God!" she whimpered. "I almost came then!"
Tammie giggled as she squirmed her pussy into Robin's cunt. "We could fuck each other this way, Miss Stone!"
"At least we could rub cunts," Robin heard herself say. "Oh, what is wrong with me?"
"You're just a hot-assed teacher, that's all," Mark laughed. "One hell of a hot-assed teacher! Shit, Robin, you're as hot as Tammie! Both of you cunts are ready for anything, anytime, anywhere!"
Tammie giggled. Robin felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, knowing Mark had her pegged correctly. She twisted her cunt against Tammie's, then fondled those two bowl-shaped tits. Feeling this beautiful teenage girl sent her emotions reeling, her pussy burning more than she could ever remember. They began to rub their cunt vigorously together, squeezing each other's tits and whimpering.
Robin made no attempt to stop Tammie as she felt the delightful girl scooting down, her hot, wet lips kissing Robin's quivering stomach. Anticipation filled her, and she almost forgot that Mark was watching them. Her cunt bubbled and steamed as Tammie's little hand ran up and down the inside of her thigh, her fingertips stroking gently at the curls of her pussy hair. The sensation was so much different from that of a man touching her there. It sent sparks of pleasure rippling through her, and she writhed her naked ass against the mattress, mewling with ecstasy.
Tammie's wet, eager tongue ran along the hairline at the base of her stomach, then circled down a trembling thigh. Before Robin was truly aware of it, Tammie was between Robin's thighs, kissing hotly and wantonly along the smooth, sensitive inner surfaces, climbing close to her cunt.
"Oooo, so pretty!" Tammie squealed. "Your cunt is so fucking pretty, Robin!"
Involuntarily, Robin's crotch lifted up, and as she rotated her hips, the moist, hairy lips caressed the mouth of the young girl. Tammie slipped her hands underneath Robin's squirming ass, closing her fingers about each cheek, holding her cunt up.
"Eat her, Tammie!" Mark shouted with excitement. "Eat the teacher's hairy cunt! Lick her fucking pussy, Tammie! Suck it . . . tongue-fuck it!"
"Oooo, yes!" Tammie mewled hotly. "I want to, Robin! I want to taste your cunt! Ohhh, it's so pretty! All that hair, curly and thick! Golly, Robin, your cunt is so slippery and wet! I'm gonna suck your pussy, Robin!"
Robin whimpered excitedly as her ass rolled and twisted. She felt the hot breath of the young girl fan through the dark curls of her cunt. "God, yes! Lick me, Tammie!"
She felt the wet tongue glide up and down the puffy lips of her pussy, probing between them, scraping at her distended clitoris. She jerked spasmodically as the wet tongue flicked over the swollen clit. Her fingers clawed at the sheets as she pressed her cunt into Tammie's sweet face.
"Suck me, Tammie!" she wailed, her mind almost exploding with ecstasy. "Ohhh, God, suck me! Lick my cunt, baby! Stick your tongue way up inside my cunt and fuck me! Ohhh, I want your tongue in my pussy so much! Eat me . . . suck me!"
She felt Tammie's tongue flutter deeply into her wet, hot cunt. Her body shuddered with ecstatic tremors, and her breath was coming in gasps. She grabbed Tammie's head with both hands, throwing her legs over the girl's shoulders and squeezing her silky smooth thighs against her face.
But her burning desire wanted more.
"Turn around, Tammie!" she said hotly. "Please, turn around! I want to kiss your little cunt, too! Hurry, turn around so I can lick your sweet little pussy, too!"Tammie twisted around, keeping her mouth pressed into Robin's steaming cunt. She spread her legs over Robin's face, and Robin ran her hands up the girl's thighs, over the tight asscheeks, clutching at them. Robin looked up, seeing the delicious slit of Tammie's cunt, the tip of her swollen clitoris, and the creamy cheeks of her ass with that delicate asshole between them.
With a loud whimper, Robin pulled Tammie's cunt down until her hot lips brushed the wet slit. Her lips kissed Tammie's cunt, her tongue rapidly licking up and down, tasting the slippery juices. She ran her tongue over Tammie's rigid clitoris, making the little girl shiver with pleasure. She could feel Tammie's tongue thrusting in and out of her own cunt, licking at her clitoris, sucking at it.
Robin opened her mouth wide, then closed it about the whole surface of Tammie's cunt, her tongue stabbing as far as she could. She loved the way the young pussy closed about her tongue, clutching it hotly. Robin fucked in and out, whimpering as she clutched the tight asscheeks, holding Tammie's crotch in her mouth. Tammie's sweet thighs felt like silk on her cheeks.
Through the erotic fog that swirled through her mind, Robin knew that Mark was snapping pictures. But at this moment it didn't matter. Her erotic nature had total control of her.
"Suck it, Robin!" she heard Mark urging through the roaring passion that filled her. "Suck that cunt, teacher! Tongue-fuck that pussy! Eat her cunt . . . lick her snatch!"
Robin licked in a frenzy at Tammie's cunt, thrilled by the taste, by the fragrant scent. Her tongue darted in and out as Tammie squirmed her cunt around excitedly. She could feel Tammie's tongue repeating everything her own tongue and Hps did. They clutched at each other's asses frantically as they sucked and licked and tongued. Robin was going through a series of orgasms that became stronger and more pleasurable each time. She could tell that Tammie, too was coming time and again. She had to swallow frequently as her mouth filled with the dripping fluids, and she did so eagerly and hungrily.
With a loud yelp, both Robin and Tammie came in a powerful explosion almost at the same time, and they ground their cunts almost brutally into the other's face. Then Tammie rolled to the bed, panting and mewling. Robin shivered with ecstasy at what she had done, her face smeared. Her shapely tits rose and fell, her nipples still tingling. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting Tammie's cunt on them, then she smiled at Mark, who stood at the side of the bed, his cock throbbing, ready to burst, dripping from his piss hole. His camera had been forgotten now, and he was gripping his cock tightly in a fist.
"Oooo, Mark," she cooed, reaching for his cock. "So hard! Your cock is so hard! Let me suck it off, honey!"
Tammie sat up, watching Robin reach for Mark's cock. "Let me!" she squealed. "Let me suck his cock off, Robin! Oh, I love to suck cock! Let me suck it!"
Robin pulled her hand back, watching Tammie eagerly swing her legs over the side of the bed. Tammie sat there and brought Mark's cock to her face. Robin watched hotly as the pretty girl swirled her tongue about the swollen head, flicking the tip over the dripping piss hole. When Tammie opened her lips and closed them around the head of Mark's cock, Robin found it extremely exciting to see this girl sucking on a hard prick.
Tammie sucked most of Mark's cock into her mouth, making soft, mewling sounds, her blue eyes closed. The expression on her cock-filled face was one of intense pleasure. Robin watched the girl suck back and forth, Tammie's lips stretching around Mark's thickness. Robin darted a hand out and began to fondle his balls while Tammie sucked him. But that was not enough for Robin. She scooted from the bed and sat on the floor between Mark's thighs, her head resting in Tammie's lap. She kissed Mark's balls as Tammie sucked on his cock, running her tongue around them. She managed to suck them into her mouth, making Mark grunt with ecstasy.
"Suck my fucking balls, teacher!" he snorted. "Suck on my fucking balls while Tammie sucks my hard cock! Two hot, cocksucking mouths at the same fucking time! Suck me, goddamn cunts! Suck me off, you fucking cocksuckers!"
Robin's mouth pulled hard at his balls, her tongue licking furiously, his words burning in her ears. She ran a finger in and out of her own cunt, unable to keep her hands off herself. She was burn-ing with desire, every nerve of her slender naked body tingling with intense pleasure. She could watch Tammie's mouth gliding back and forth on his cock, see her wet lips gobbling as they stretched around it. Again she felt herself coming, and she whimpered loudly, her mouth filled with hairy balls, her finger thrusting swiftly in and out of her spasming cunt.
"I'm gonna come!" Mark shouted, holding Tammie's cheeks tightly. "I'm gonna come, you fucking cocksuckers! I'm gonna flood your cocksucking mouth, Tammie!"
Robin heard a muffled mewl as it ripped from Tammie's gobbling mouth, then she felt Mark's balls draw tight inside her own mouth. She felt the contractions as he spewed come juice into Tammie's hungry mouth. Some of the cum escaped, dripped down onto Robin's face. She had to close her eyes to keep the come juice out of them.
A few minutes later Robin served the teenagers cokes, and they sat in the living room, still naked They laughed about what they had done together The wild, hot excitement had settled down now, but it was still there with them. Robin felt good, yet there was that nagging thing in the back of her head. She did not like those pictures Mark had taken of her at all. They were incriminating, and if they were ever seen by anyone, she would lose her teaching certificate, her reputation would be ruined, and she would never teach again. But even if she managed to get the pictures, he would still have the negatives.
She tried to push the nagging worries aside knowing she could do nothing about it right now Her feelings for Mark had not changed at all. She still felt love for the boy, and that bothered her as much as the pictures did. He was so young. How could she fall in love with a mere boy? After all she was an adult woman, twenty-six years old. It was insane, she knew, but there was nothing she could do about it.
She found it odd there was no jealousy about Tammie. The little girl was sweetness itself. No one, looking at her, would ever suspect the sexual nature of Tammie. She looked just too sweet and innocent, like a little girl who should be protected at all costs.
Robin looked at Tammie, seeing those sweet little tits with those delicious pink nipples still hard, The flesh was creamy smooth, and one of Robin's hands could mold a tit perfectly. She looked at the golden curls of Tammie's cunt, and thought she could still taste that delicate cunt pressing at her mouth.
Mark sat between them, his cock resting along his thigh, half hard. Tammie stroked it with her fingers gently as they talked. Even that was arous-ing to Robin, and she pressed her naked thigh against his. Mark draped his arms over each of the girls, fondling a tit with his hands. Robin and Tammie sighed pleasantly as they kissed one another, their heads on his chest. "This could get out of hand," Robin said in a soft voice as she circled Mark's nipple with her tongue.
What could get out of hand, Robin?" Tammie asked.
"All this fucking and sucking, honey." She felt Mark squeeze her tit, then he pinched lightly at her nipple. "We won't let it get out of hand, teacher," he said, "Don't worry about it."
Chapter Six
But Robin did worry about it.
Mark was still a bit shy around the school grounds, but no longer with her. He was aggressive and almost belligerent with her. He no longer asked her for anything, but told her what he wanted. And Robin found herself doing whatever he wanted, no matter what it was.
She did not have to grade his tests higher because he was a good student in the first place. It made her wonder just what he was after. It was obvious that he had no need of her to advance himself in school, and he certainly didn't need her for fucking. He had plenty of that with Tammie, and from remarks he had made, there were a few other girls who allowed him to get into their panties.
Perhaps it was because she was older, an adult woman. Some teenage boys preferred adult women for fucking, she knew. Then again it could be that she was a teacher, a person who represented authority, a person in authority he could use for whatever he desired.
Whatever his reasons, Robin was caught up in it and she knew of no way out. Not that she wanted out; she did not. She loved being with him - sucking his cock off, fucking him wildly. She enjoyed being with Tammie, too. Robin had never considered herself a lesbian, nor did she now. Licking Tammie's little cunt was all part of the sexuality that seemed to ripple and spark between the three of them. Whether Tammie had sucked other cunts or not Robin didn't know, nor did she care to ask.
One evening she attended a school football game. She watched Tammie prance and strut with the other cheerleaders and thought Tammie was the prettiest one of them all, including the cheerleaders from the other school.
The weather had not yet turned cold, but it was chilly enough for a light coat. She sat in the bleachers with some of her students and another teacher. They yelled themselves hoarse as the game progressed.
At half time, Mark came to her with his camera dangling about his neck. He squeezed in between her and the other teacher, talking about the good photos he had taken of the game. When Robin felt his hand slip under her light coat and shove her dress up, she glanced warningly at him. But Mark paid no attention to her, pretending innocence. She felt his hand on her thigh and hissed, "Stop it, Mark! Not here!"
But he paid no mind to her. Instead he shoved his fingers to her crotch and stroked her cunt through her panties. Robin glanced fearfully at the teacher next to him as she adjusted her coat to conceal his hand up her skirt.
When the game started once more, he left her, smirking as he withdrew his hand. Robin sighed in relief as she watched Tammie lead her team through some wild, frenzied cheers. Robin also noticed that Tammie's tights were almost too small, and the creamy cheeks of the girl's ass were exposed. It sent a tingle of pleasure through her, remembering how that sweet young ass felt in her hands.
As the game progressed, Mark returned long enough to whisper in her ear that he would visit her when the game was over. A shiver went through her, and she found herself hoping he would bring Tammie with him.
After the game, which her school won, Robin drove home quickly, anticipating Mark's arrival. She did not have long to wait. Throwing open the door eagerly, she saw him standing there with a boy. Fear came into her eyes as she recognized the boy who had been waving at her when she left the school grounds.
"Hi, Robin," Mark said, entering the apartment without concern. "You know Bob, don't you?"
"Uh . . . no, I don't," Robin said, wondering why Mark had brought this boy.
"I wave to you all the time," Bob said, looking at Robin with penetrating eyes. "You remember?"
"Yes," Robin replied, closing the door. "I remember."
"Bob is helping me with my magazine," Mark supplied. "He's a good paste-up man."
"What magazine?" Robin asked. "You mean the yearbook?"
"No, it's a magazine," Mark said, sitting down. "We're putting together a photo magazine and I think we've found someone to publish it."
A shiver went through Robin, and the nagging doubts came into her mind again. There was a fear there, but she didn't understand it yet. "Oh, that sounds interesting," she said, trying to control the sudden tremor of her voice. "What's it about?"
"It's a secret, Robin," Mark said. "I'll show it to you when it's all pasted up and ready to print."
"Do you have anything to drink, Robin?" Bob asked, getting up and going to the kitchen.
Robin started to follow him, irritated that he was making himself at home in her apartment. But Mark grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the couch next to him. He placed her hand directly on top of his cock, pressing her hand there. "Bob can find the refrigerator, Robin."
Robin tried to pull her hand from his cock, but he held her hand tightly, refusing to let her pull it away.
"Stop it, Mark!" she hissed wildly, looking at the door to the kitchen. "He'll see us!"
"So what, Robin?" Mark smirked. "Bob likes cunt as much as I do."
"Damn you, Mark!" Robin hissed in anger. "Just what do you think I am, a toy? You can't bring just anyone here and expect me to ... " Her voice trailed off as Bob came back, carrying a beer.
Robin struggled to jerk her hand away from Mark's swelling cock, but he held her too tightly. A flush came over her beautiful face, and she looked down at her lap, very much embarrassed. Bob sat on the other side of her, drinking his beer; Almost nonchalantly, he took her other hand and brought it to his cock, wrapping her fingers about it through his pants. Robin shivered with shame, unable to take her hands away. Yet there was a tingling excitement building up in her body, making her tits swell and her cunt become wet, her clitoris tingling deliciously.
Almost unconsciously, her fingers squeezed at both cocks. Mark laughed as she squeezed his cock, and Bob grunted in pleasure. "You were right, Mark," she heard Bob saying through the thick, erotic fog that was starting to swirl in her mind. "She's a hot one."
"She can't keep her hands off a cock, just like I told you."
Suddenly, angered that they should talk about her this way, Robin jerked her hands away and got to her feet. She placed her hands on her hips and glared down at Mark.
"This has gone far enough, Mark!" she spat at him. "You can leave anytime!"
"Aw, calm down, Robin," Mark said, looking up at her. "Don't act so fucking innocent."
"I warned you, damn it," she said. "You can go now and I don't want you to ever come back!"
Casually, he reached for the small packet he carried in his hip pocket. Robin's heart hammered as he pulled out some photographs. He spread them out on the couch, and she almost fainted. The pictures were vivid, full color, and she was in each one. The one of his cock spewing into her face ... of her face exposed as she licked at Tammie's cunt ... of Tammie sucking her pussy. They were all there, damning her.
"Goddamn you!" she shouted, reaching for the pictures.
"Touch them, Robin," Mark warned, "and they'll go all over school."
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "Mark, don't do this to me, please! I've been good to you, haven't I? Why do you want to do this to me?"
"Because you're a good fuck, Robin," he said. "You're such a good fuck, I have to have a way to hang on, don't I?"
Forgetting Bob was there, Robin sank to her knees before Mark, placing her head in his lap and hugging his hips tightly. "But you didn't need those, Mark," she said, tears in her eyes. "You know I'm yours; you don't need that." "Insurance, baby," he said. "Insurance." "But I love you, Mark!" she cried, despite the shame she felt. "I love you! Don't you understand?"
"You love my cock, that's all." Robin could not deny that. She did love his strong, hard, teenage cock. "Yes, I do!" she wailed with hot tears streaming down her face. "I do love it, and you know it, damn you!"
"And you're gonna love Bob's cock, teacher, as much as you love mine."
"Damn, damn, damn!" Robin wailed, clutching at his hips tightly. "I won't! You hear me, you little shit! I will not!"
"You will," Mark said with firmness. "Oh, you'll love his cock, and any other cock I bring around here, teacher!"
Robin felt his cock hard beneath her cheek, and despite the sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, she was getting excited. She brushed her cheek over his growing hard-on, and when one of her hands was taken to be placed upon Bob's throbbing cock, she didn't try to pull away.
"Take 'em out, teacher," she heard Mark telling her. "Take our cocks out and jerk them off, Robin."
Robin found herself obeying him, her fingers nervously pulling at zippers. She brought out both cocks, and sat back on her heels, looking at them. Bob's cock was a bit longer and thicker than Mark's, with a very large head that dripped from the piss hole. She wrapped her fingers about each one, pumping up and down. She held their cocks tight in her fist, and her eyes misted over as her cunt throbbed inside her panties. She squeezed their cocks, watching the beads of moisture form at the piss holes, and she licked her moist lips.
"Take your clothes off, teacher," Mark said, shoving her hand from his cock. "We wanna see you nice and naked. Bob wants to get a peek at your hairy cunt."
With shaking legs, Robin stood up and began to peel her clothing off. She could not lift her eyes to their faces, but kept them on their cocks as they shoved their pants down. She trembled with excitement as she shoved her skirt down, standing there in her bra and panties. She liked the way their eyes burned upon her almost naked body. She removed her bra and let her tits be revealed. Unable to stop herself, Robin cupped her tits and molded them, her rigid, tingling nipples peeking from between her fingers. She was becoming very, very excited now, no longer in control of her emotions. It was always like this lately, and she couldn't help herself or stop what was happening. And at this moment she didn't want to stop it.
The boys slowly pumped on their cocks as they watched her, and Robin ran her hands down her sides, shoving her panties down very slowly, teasingly. She wiggled her hips as she rolled the bikini panties down. She paused as the curling hair became exposed, and finally lifted her eyes to their young faces. Seeing the excitement on them, Robin felt her passions rising swiftly, and she rolled her panties down to her thighs. She removed them and stood there, naked, her feet parted and her hips arched toward them. She ran her fingers through the curling dark cunt hair and then caressed the tip of her glistening clitoris.
"Now tell, Bob," Mark said in a thick voice. "Ain't that a hot cunt or not? I told you Robin had hair on her pussy that wouldn't stop, didn't I?"
"You sure did, buddy!" Bob grunted, his eyes burning between Robin's thighs. "You sure as fuck did!"
"Bob likes a good, hot blowjob, Robin," Mark said. "Why don't you just sit your naked ass down on the floor and suck us off?"
Robin dropped down, sitting on the carpet, feeling pleasure flow through her naked body. She drew her knees up, spreading them wide as she caressed her hairy, wet cunt. Both boys got to their feet, one on each side of her. Their cocks throbbed and jerked as she lifted her hands to them. She gripped a cock in each hand, pumping on the hardness.
"Give us a nice kiss, Robin," Mark urged. "Kiss our cocks, baby!"
Robin turned her head toward Mark's dripping prick, placing a moist, loud kiss upon the piss hole. Then she turned and kissed Bob's cock. Her tongue swirled out, licking at the dripping piss hole, making Bob groan with pleasure. She ran her tongue over Bob's piss hole, wiping away the seep-ing juices. Then she turned to Mark, doing the same thing to his cock. "Suck us, teacher!" Mark said, excitement in his voice. "Suck us off! Come on, Robin . . . take our cocks in your fucking mouth and suck us off!"
"Oooo, yes!" Robin wailed hungrily as she opened her mouth and sucked Mark's cock deep into her mouth. She sucked back and forth on his prick, then turned quickly to devour the cock of Bob. Turning her face from one cock to the other, she sucked for a few moments on each. There was a subtle difference in the taste, but so enjoyable to her that she was almost coming herself.
Soft murmurs of pleasure came from her as she turned her beautiful face from cock to cock.
Lifting her head high, she devoured each cock in turn, cradling their balls in her palms as she sucked, her tongue swirling eagerly about the throbbing hardness, swallowing as her mouth filled with the oozing fluids. The distinct difference in their cocks excited her until her mind reeled crazily. Her naked body shivered and trembled, her pussy twitching mightily.
"Fucking bitch!" she heard Mark snort. "Cocksucking teacher! Suck me . . . suck my hard cock right down your cocksucking throat! Blow me, Robin!"
"My turn!" Bob yelled. "Suck my cock now!"
Robin twisted her face swiftly, going from cock to cock, sucking powerfully and hungrily. She found they were trying to get their cocks into her mouth at the same time. How it happened, she would never know. Suddenly, both those smoothly swollen cockheads were between her lips, stretching them so wide it was painful. Her tongue fluttered over each piss hole, tasting the mingling juices of each. It was a weird feeling to her, having two cocks inside her mouth at the same time. But it was a feeling that sent thrill after thrill racing through her naked body. She gave a muffled cry of delight as her pussy contracted, and she began to come in strong waves of ecstasy.
"Mmmmm!" she squealed, her tongue flying against the two piss holes. "Mmmmm!"
"I think I'm gonna . . . come!" she heard Mark grunt. "Yes, I'm gonna come in your cocksucking mouth, teacher!"
"Me, too!" Bob grunted loudly. "I'm going to come, too! Let's both come in her fucking mouth, Mark!"
Robin's tongue flew eagerly from piss hole to piss hole, and then her eyes popped wide open. Both those cocks stretching her hps began to spew thick come juice at the same time. She gulped quickly, her tongue still swirling as they spurted into her mouth. She had some difficulty swallowing it all, but she was so excited and greedy for their come juice, she managed.
They filled her mouth time and again with the thick cum, and her smooth throat worked hard. Her body was shaking from the ecstasy that rumbled through her, and the muffled cries of delight bubbled from her stretched lips as she, too, came.
When the boys pulled their cocks from her lips, Robin thought her mouth was bruised and forever stretched out of shape. But they tingled deliciously as she ran her tongue over them. Her eyes were moist and misty as she watched them sink onto the couch, breathing hard.
"Oh, God," she whimpered. "That was . . . that was fantastic! I didn't know that could be done! My God, I had two hard cocks in my mouth at the same time! I actually sucked off two cocks at the same time!"
"Live and learn," Bob gasped. "Live and learn, Robin."
"My God!" she whispered, still amazed that it had actually happened. "I don't believe it! I just don't believe I sucked off two cocks at the same time! I wonder if Tammie ..." She stopped and shot a guilty glance at Mark.
"She tried," Mark said. "Tammie tried but her mouth is too small."
"You mean you two have . . . done this with Tammie?"
"Fuck yes!" Bob snorted. "Tammie's a hot piece, just like you, Robin."
They had recovered somewhat by this time, and their breathing had returned to normal. Robin stood up, no longer bashful or embarrassed. Why be embarrassed now, she thought? It's a bit late for that.
"Bring us a beer," Mark said, idly playing with his cock. "Bring us a beer, baby."
She felt their eyes on her shapely naked ass as she went to the kitchen, and she deliberately swayed it teasingly for them.
Robin brought three frosty beers back with her, and she sat on the floor between them, sipping hers. She drew her knees to her naked tits, but kept them parted so they could look at her hairy cunt. She found it very exciting to be this way with two boys, and wondered if she were going out of her mind. If they had been adult men it would be different, she thought. But then the excitement was mostly due to the fact that they were teenage boys. She found herself wishing Tammie were with them.
There was very little conversation as they sipped the beer. It was becoming late, but the boys never once indicated they had to leave. Robin was begin ning to anticipate having them spend the night with her, and she shivered with the thought of being fucked by both boys, one after the other.
It would be almost like getting gang banged, she felt. Robin had never been fucked by two boys, one after the other, and the idea was appealing to her. She finished her beer and placed the empty bottle on the table near the telephone, then reached for their cocks with an eager smile on her beautiful face.
Chapter Seven
Robin gave no further thought to the pictures as she wrestled about the floor with Mark and Bob laughing happily. She loved their hands roaming about her heated body, thrilled to have their eager lips kissing and sucking at her tits. Excitement was high in her as they licked her flesh, tasting the creamy surfaces of her thighs, her ass, her flat stomach.
They began to tickle her, and she laughed almost hysterically. "I'll pull your fucking balls off!" she shouted in mock anger, grabbing them by the balls. "I mean it, damn you . . . I'll pull your fucking balls off!"
"We'll bite your tits off, teacher!" Mark stated gleefully. "Pull my balls off and we'll bite your fucking tits off!" Robin rolled onto her back, breathing hard from the exertion, her naked, shapely tits heaving, nipples rigid. She lay with a happy smile on her face, her legs wide, arms thrown out above her head. "I'm yours," she said. "Do what you want with me."
"You're whose?" Bob asked, poking at her ribs. "Yours," Robin giggled. "Yours and Mark's." "I never knew a teacher like you, Robin," Bob said.
"That's because I'm a fucking teacher," Robin giggled again, sounding almost childish. "A fucking teacher! A damn good fucking teacher!" "You sure are," Mark laughed. "I've never known a teacher that fucked as much as you." "And I never knew a teenage kid that was as horny as you, Mark," she said, taking hold of his cock and stroking it up and down. "Or you. Bob," and she took his cock in her other hand, pumping it.
As she jacked off their cocks, the two boys took a tit in their hands and began to suck and lick at her hard, rubbery nipple, running their other hands about her spread thighs. Robin shivered with pleasure, cooing softly as they sucked her tits and felt her wet, hairy cunt. Her body writhed with steaming desire as she gripped their cocks hard and jacked up and down swiftly, her thumbs brushing the once again dripping piss holes.
She closed her eyes and felt her flesh glow with a delicious, tingling ecstasy. Her hips revolved slowly as one finger worked into her cunt, then another. Both boys were fingerfucking her now, and Robin whimpered softly, squeezing those two throbbing pricks very hard, making the boys groan.
She lay on the carpet, twisting her naked ass around, humping up and down. She felt a cock slither between her thighs and brush at her cunt but she didn't open her eyes to see which boy it was. It didn't matter to her who was going to fuck her, only that she was getting a hard, throbbing cock up her cunt again. She was eager for it - hungry for it. Robin lifted her hips, offering her hairy cunt to a cock as it brushed up and down the puffy, hot lips, smashing the swollen clitoris.
"Ooooo, good!" she murmured as the hard cock slipped between the wet lips of her pussy, going slowly and deeply "Oh, I love it! I love it so much!"
She wrapped her arms around the boy on top of her, holding him tightly. She drew her legs up pressing them against his hips, rotating her hips as his cock started thrusting in and out of her gripping cunt.
"Ahhhh, fuck it!" she whimpered in a soft voice. "Fuck it! Ohhh, fuck that cunt, baby! Fuck that hot, hairy, wet cunt! Fuck me . . . fuck me good!"
She felt the other boy moving, and then she felt the head of a cock brushing along her cheek. As the swollen cockhead brushed her lips, she kissed it, tasting the dripping juices. She used one hand to press the cock against her mouth; her lips parted slightly, kissing and sucking along the hard side of it. She felt the hairy balls at her mouth, and Robin eagerly sucked them in. She made soft mewling sounds as she sucked on the balls, her ass moving up and down to the rhythmic lunges of the cock in her cunt.
Finally she took the cock at her lips into her mouth, nibbling and sucking on it as she fucked the other one. She found her mind reeling once again with intense ecstasy, and her body shivered with delight. Her hands slipped between the thighs of the boy at her head, caressing the tight cheeks of his ass. Her other hand gripped a cheek of the boy fucking her, her fingers clawing, drawing him into her cunt as far as she could.
Robin could not hold back the threatening orgasm that steamed powerfully inside her body. It began in her stomach and radiated outward, spreading to her cunt. When she came, it was powerful, and she moaned around the cock stretching her lips.
The cock in her cunt was pulled free, and then the one in her mouth was gone. She whimpered at the loss, but then the boy changed places, and the cock that had been in her mouth was now sliding up her hungry cunt. She found the cock that had been inside her pussy, wet and hard, probing at her lips. Robin opened her lips eagerly and sucked the wet cock deeply into her mouth, her tongue fluttering ravenously.
Again she came, again powerfully. Her naked body shuddered violently and she made soft, almost guttural, moans. Her hips gyrated slowly as she came, dragging her orgasm out as long as she could.
And again the boys changed places.
Robin had no idea how long it went on, or how often Mark and Bob switched their cocks from her mouth to her cunt and back again. She no longer thought of anything, her mind blank to all except the sweet ecstasy that continued to flood her naked slender body.
She lay in a semi-coma when the boys left her on the floor. She could see them sitting on the couch through misty eyes. Her moist lips held a smile of happiness, and she lay there with her arms and legs wide, her cunt revealed to them. She could hear their conversation, but the words did not come clearly to her.
After a time she sat up weakly, her round tits jiggling tightly. "That was some fucking!" she said in a whispery voice. "I didn't think I'd ever stop coming."
The two boys looked at her. "You know, Mark," Bob said. "I think I like the teacher better when she's naked."
"I do, too," Mark replied.
"I sort of like the teacher naked myself," Robin laughed softly. "That way there's no time lost in getting my clothes off."
"It would be nice if she came to school without panties on," Bob said. "That way the boys could walk around with a hard-on all day."
"That's an idea," Mark said, looking speculatively at Robin.
Robin shivered, but she wasn't sure it was with excitement or humiliation. She knew that if Mark asked her to teach her class naked under her dress, she would be unable to refuse him.
"I'd kinda like to see Robin get banged by a dozen guys . . . right on her desk." Bob laughed.
"That's an idea, too," Mark commented.
Robin shuddered, listening to them talk about her as if she weren't there. She hoped Mark would not make her do anything that would be dangerous, where she could be seen and caught by someone. Robin liked teaching and had no desire to lose her credentials. She knew that excitement could make a person less cautious, and with a teenage boy as horny as Mark, she had to find some way to stop some of the wild ideas he came up with. If she didn't find a way, she was afraid he would drag her down so far she would never find a way back up. But was he really dragging her down? Robin wasn't sure; she enjoyed what he did with her-she admitted that to herself.
"I think, Robin," Mark said, "that you should come to school in the morning naked under your dress."
"Oh, God!" Robin whimpered, shivering and hugging herself. "I'm not so sure I . . . "
"You'll do it, teacher," he said in a firm voice.
Robin nodded her head, a flush of premature embarrassment on her beautiful face. "Okay. Mark," she whispered, feeling ashamed for giving in so easily.
The two boys' cocks were swollen once again, and Robin's eyes moved to them. She began to breathe heavily with excitement, her cunt bubbling hotly. It seemed her cunt had become hotter and wetter these past weeks than it ever had in her em tire life. It was a sweet torment to her, a torment that required soothing, and often.
While Mark and Bob continued talking about her, she could not control the movement of her right hand. It slipped between her thighs and she gently rubbed at her throbbing cunt, smashing at her tingling clitoris. Her tits felt painfully swollen again, and her nipples were rubbery tight. She writhed her naked ass on the floor, gazing steadily at their throbbing cocks, her tongue licking over her moist lips.
"Look at her," Mark laughed. "Robin can't even keep her own hands off her hot cunt!"
"She's sure a hot piece," Bob remarked, watching Robin shove a finger into her pussy slowly. "You sure didn't lie to me, Mark." "You thought I lied about Tammie, too," Mark reminded his friend. "You thought she was too sweet looking."
"That just shows you," Bob replied. "A guy never can tell about a girl."
"All girls will fuck and suck a cock off," Mark laughed. "Get them in the right mood and a guy can do anything he wants with them. That's right, ain't it, Robin?"
"How do I know about other girls," she said, working her finger in and out slowly, moisture glistening on it. "I just know about me."
"Are you in the right mood for anything, Robin?" Bob asked.
"She's always in the right mood for anything," Mark snorted. "Shit, Bob, Robin will do anything I want! She's the hottest cunt in town!" "Along with Tammie, you mean," Bob laughed lewdly.
"That's right; along with Tammie." 'Let's see what kind of mood the teacher is in," Bob said. "You remember what we talked about, Mark?"
Mark looked at Robin, his eyes glowing.
"Robin, get on your hands and knees."
She pulled her finger out of her clinging cunt and looked at him. "What are you two going to do to me?" she asked.
"You'll find out soon enough," Mark said. "Come on, get on your hands and knees. Now!"
Robin complied, and stood on her hands and knees, her rounded, naked, creamy ass in the air. Her tight tits did not dangle at all. Her dark hair swirled about her face as she looked over her shoulder at them. Her eyes were half closed with, anticipation of getting fucked again.
The two boys looked with pleasure at her round ass, seeing the dark curls of her cunt hair pouting past her thighs.
"That is downright beautiful!" Bob grunted, his eyes glazed. "I mean, downright beautiful!"
"And fuckable?" Robin heard her own voice say, low and teasingly. "Am I fuckable, too?"
"Damn right!" Bob's voice came out thick "You damn right you're fuckable, Robin!"
"Ooooo," Robin cooed, swaying her uplifted ass at them. "I'd love to get fucked this way: A cock fucking my cunt ... a cock fucking my mouth! Both at the same time! Come on, you two Fuck me! Fuck my cunt and fuck my mouth at the same time!"
"Which end do you want, Mark?"
"I don't give a shit," Mark replied, stroking his cock. "Both ends are good and hot!"
"Hurry up!" Robin wailed, swaying her naked ass at them. "I don't care who takes what end! Just get down here and fuck me!"
The two boys laughed at her eagerness, but they moved toward her. Mark dropped to his knees behind her writhing ass, his cock probing along her smooth thighs. Bob knelt in front of Robin's face, sitting on his heels, his cock arching up into the air, throbbing and dripping.
Robin felt Mark's cock probe into her burning cunt and, sighing happily, lowered her face to Bob's cock. She opened her lips and closed them around the swollen head, her tongue fluttering along his seeping piss hole. As she slipped her lips down the throbbing cock, taking it fully into her wet mouth, she felt Mark's cock moving in and out of her hairy cunt, his hands on her hips.
Robin mewled with pleasure as she-bobbed her face up and down on Bob's hard prick, twisting her ass while Mark stabbed his cock into her cunt, Ecstasy began to flood her naked body once again, and her mind lost all consciousness except the pleasure her body was receiving. She was being buffeted between them, a cock up her boiling cunt and another spearing into her mouth, and she loved it so much that goose pimples raced up and down her creamy flesh. She wiggled and writhed as best she could, unable to re-main still. Her movements were short and a bit jerky because they had her between them, but she couldn't hold herself still even if she had been tied down.
"Suck it good, Robin!" she heard Mark urge from behind and above her. "Suck his hard cock good! Gobble that prick, teacher!"
"Yeah!" Bob grunted, thrusting his cock in and out of Robin's mouth. "Suck it for me, Robin! Damn, you just gotta be the best fucking cocksucker ever! Your moth is so hot and wet . . . and what a tongue!"
Robin, pleased by the comments, swirled her tongue rapidly as Bob fucked in and out of her mouth, her lips clinging tightly to the hot, throbbing cockshaft. He drove his cock so deep into her mouth that his hairy balls banged at her chin. When the swollen, smooth head brushed at her throat, she would almost faint with ecstasy. She wanted to swallow his cock, swallow it all the way to her stomach. She wanted Mark's cock to penetrate her cunt deeply, and to feel the heads of their two cocks touch someplace deep in her stomach.
"Cocksucking cunt!" Mark grunted, ramming powerfully into her pussy. "Fucking cocksucking teacher cunt! It feels like your cunt is sucking my cock off!"
Robin felt as if she were filled to capacity by cock. It sent tremors of excitement racing through her, and she mewled tightly about Bob's cock, twisting her naked ass as Mark thrust brutally now into her pussy. His fingers dug into her hips, almost painfully so. And she loved even that. Already she could feel her cunt flexing tightly on Mark's cock as she began to come. Every nerve and fiber of her exquisitely naked body seemed to be coming. She was exploding in waves of ecstatic orgasm, her mind soaring, soft mewls bubbling from her cock-filled mouth.
"She's coming!" Mark yelped. "Robin is coming now! I can feel her pussy going tight on my cock!"
"Do it, Mark!" Bob urged. "Do it now!" Robin felt Mark's cock pull from her spasming cunt and she wailed around Bob's cock. With her pussy still in strong contractions, she felt the head of his cock pressing now against her asshole.
"No!" she yelped, jerking her mouth off Bob's cock as she realized what his intentions were. "No, Mark! Don't ... not there!" "Keep sucking his cock, teacher!" Mark said, pushing his cock harder against her tight, resisting asshole. "Just suck Bob's cock, damn you!" "Mark, please!" Robin wailed as Bob tried to stuff his cock back into her mouth. "Not in my ass! I've never been fucked there before! Please, don't fuck me in my asshole!" "I'll fuck you any damn place I want!" Mark snapped, pulling at her hips, his cock against the tight pucker of her asshole. "Now shut the fuck up and keep sucking Bob's cock!"
Bob grabbed a handful of her wavy dark hair and forced her head back, her mouth open. Again Robin found her mouth stuffed with a hard, throbbing cock. Her lips tingled as he began to fuck her mouth, and she tried to draw her ass away from that hard prick striving to enter her there.
"Tight!" Mark grunted. "Robin's got one tight asshole! I guess she ain't been fucked up the ass after all!"
"So what?" Bob yelped, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. "Fuck her up the ass anyway! She's got to get fucked there sometime, don't she?"
Robin's mind was screaming against this outrage, but she was unable to voice her protest because of the cock stretching her lips. She felt a sharp pain as Mark pressed harder and harder against her resisting asshole. Then suddenly she felt the head of his cock pop into her. She wailed around Bob's cock as the pain increased. Mark held his cock still, giving Robin time to become accustomed to having her asshole stretched. Then he began to move his prick slowly in, going deeper.
Robin was afraid to move, afraid the pain would become unbearable. But to her surprise, the deeper Mark stabbed his cock, the better it felt. Soon there was no pain at all, and in place of it was the most sensational feeling Robin had ever experienced. Somehow the pain had turned to pleasure, and she gurgled with it as Bob kept up his relentless fucking of her mouth.
"I'm in!" Mark shouted gleefully. "I've got my cock all the way up teacher's asshole! Damn, is it ever tight and hot!? I'm gonna fuck this pretty ass good!"
When he began to thrust his cock in and out of her tight asshole, Robin went wild with pleasure. She had no idea cock up her ass could feel so good. She rolled and twisted her naked ass as Mark fucked her, mewling excitedly as she sucked furiously again on Bob's cock. Her ass felt forever stretched, but the sensation was one she loved intensely. She bowed her back, arching her filled ass against Mark as he fucked up her asshole. Once again Robin was coming, and it seemed to her as if her asshole, too, was in orgasm.
Mark banged swiftly up her ass, clawing at her writhing hips with his fingers, panting harshly. Robin burbled with ecstasy as Bob fucked back and forth into her mouth. She could feel Bob's cock jerking about hotly between her lips, and her tongue swirled and licked in a frenzy. She wanted his come juice spewing into her mouth very much now, wanted to taste it splash over her tongue and down her burning throat. She wanted Mark's cock to spurt jism deep into her asshole. She wanted them both to squirt cum at the same time, one in her mouth and one up her asshole. Her naked body was shook by ecstatic tremors, and her nipples felt as though they would burst from the fantastic sensations roaring through her. Her cunt was in tight spasms again, and she wasn't sure how long she could remain on her hands and knees. She was becoming weak with pleasure, and she trembled as her pussy continued to come in a series of higher and higher waves.
"I think I'm gonna come!" Bob shouted, holding the back of Robin's head, his cock buried all the way into her sucking mouth. "I'm gonna come . . . come good! Oooohhh, shit! I'm coming! Oh, damn . . . good! Good!"
Robin tasted the thick come juice splash into her mouth, coating her tongue and running down her throat. She gulped hungrily, taking each spurt happily. She swallowed quickly before any of his jizz could escape her tight lips. Soft, ecstatic moans bubbled from her as she sucked hard at his spewing cock, her naked ass humping in harmony with Mark's quickened thrusts.
"Me too!" she heard Mark shout.
He drove his cock as deep as he could up her tight asshole and Robin quickly ran a hand between her thighs, pressing his balls against her twitching cunt. She felt his cock swell even thicker, and her asshole clamped tightly on it. Then there was a warm flood of come juice squirting up her asshole. The sensation was fantastic, and Robin's orgasms increased in intensity.
As Bob pulled his drained cock free of her cling-ing lips, Robin placed her cheek upon the floor, her'
ass high in the air. She shivered and whimpered with pleasure as Mark's cock spurted come juice into her asshole.
Then she could remain in this position no longer. She slumped to the floor, her ass pulling from Mark's prick. She lay there, trembling as pleasure continued to flow through her. She felt sated, totally and thoroughly satisfied - for the time being anyway.
She was aware of the two boys getting dressed, and she opened her eyes sleepily to watch them. She smiled up at them.
"That was fantastic," she whispered tiredly. "I had no idea it could be so good!"
"You like getting fucked up the ass, Robin?" Mark asked. "You really did like it?"
"God, yes!" Robin mewled, feeling relaxed. "I loved it, Mark! It was different, very different. But, oooo, was it good!"
"Want to take a cock up your asshole again one of these days, Robin?" Bob asked. "I'd kinda like to fuck that pretty ass myself."
"Oooo, yes! I loved feeling a hard cock in my ass," Robin murmured. She wiggled her ass for them. "My asshole is still tingling."
The two boys laughed as they started toward the door. There, as Bob went out, Mark turned and looked at Robin, his eyes going over her shapely, swelling ass cheeks.
"Don't forget, teacher," he said, "no panties tomorrow, right?"
"I won't forget, Mark," she said as he went out the door. "I won't forget."
Chapter Eight
When Robin woke up the following morning, she was immediately aware of a soft throbbing sensation around and inside her asshole. She probed at it gingerly, rubbing lightly. There was no pain, only that tingling feeling of pleasure.
As she showered and dressed for school, she sang softly to herself. She remembered the night before, and wondered just how many times she had come. It was impossible to count. She should feel tired and exhausted, she thought, but all she felt was good. She dressed in a pleated skirt that swirled about her thighs when she walked, and a silk blouse. She went one step further than Mark requested - she left her bra off, too, along with her panties. She wore a garter belt with sheer nylons, because she did not like to be bare-legged. Besides, she knew the erotic effect a garter belt and nylons had.
The silk blouse clung to her tits, outlining her perky nipples, rubbing delicately at them. She liked the sensation, and knew she would go through the whole day teaching her classes with tingly nipples and a hot, bubbling cunt.
Driving to school, she continued to hum and sing softly. She had totally forgotten the pictures Mark had taken of her. Getting out of the car after parking it, she saw Bob standing near the gaudily painted car again, with a few other boys. She waved to him before he lifted his own hand in greeting.
"Good morning, Bob," she said, walking toward the group, smiling happily. "Is that your car?"
"Yep," he said proudly. "You like it, Miss Stone?"
"It isn't my taste in color," she smiled, pleased that he showed proper respect for her before the boys. "I much prefer a subdued effect, like my car."
She turned and started toward the campus.
"You didn't forget, did you, Miss Stone?" she heard him call. For a moment Robin felt a flush of embarrassment, thinking perhaps he had told the boys with him about her panties.
She called over her shoulders, "No, I didn't forget. How could I?" Then she laughed and went on, knowing the boys were watching her.
She could not help the way her ass swayed underneath the pleated skirt, the way it swirled and molded her long, smooth thighs. She heard a soft whistle of appreciation, and her breath caught in her throat.
During the morning classes, Robin was careful to keep her knees close together. She certainly was not going to flash her cunt to every class, no matter what Mark wanted of her. She would flash for him, and maybe Bob, but not to every boy in the damn school!
When the lunch hour came, she started for the school cafeteria, not at all hungry. As she went inside the doors, the loud chatter of boys and girls struck her. She chose a carton of milk and a ham sandwich, then went in search of a place to sit where it would be quieter. "Over here, Miss Stone!" Robin looked around for the voice, and saw Tammie waving at her. She smiled with happiness and weaved her way toward the table. As she sat down, Tammie began chattering away about the upcoming basketball game. Robin wasn't at all interested in basketball, but pretended a show of interest.
"You're going to lead the cheers, aren't you, Tammie?" she asked.
"Oh, yes!" Tammie squealed excitedly. "I lead all the cheers, you know. Are you coming to the game, Miss Stone?"
"I doubt it," Robin said. "I don't care for the game. Football I enjoy, though."
Tammie looked at Robin closely. "You'd like this one, Miss Stone. I think you should come."
"Why would I like this particular game?" Robin asked. "Is it something special?"
"Well, in a way," Tammie said, mysteriously. "I still think you'd like it.';'
"Then maybe I better go," Robin smiled.
"Good!" Tammie gurgled. "You won't be sorry, Miss Stone."
They ate in silence for a while, then Tammie looked around quickly. Leaning over the table, she whispered, "Robin, come with me to the restroom, please."
Robin looked at the young girl. Tammie's eyes sparkled brightly, and Robin felt Tammie was excited about something. She stood up, taking her empty milk carton with her. "Okay, Tammie," she said.
She followed the teenage girl, watching with pleasure how Tammie's cute, tight ass writhed inside the skin-hugging jeans. She recalled how
Tammie's ass looked naked, how her sweet little cunt tasted, and wondered if this was the purpose of going to the restroom. Perhaps Tammie wanted to have her delicious little cunt licked. If so, Robin found herself more than willing - eager, in fact - to tongue-fuck the girl.
By the time they arrived at the restroom, Robin was anticipating the taste of Tammie's cunt against her mouth. But when Tammie looked around to see if anyone was watching, Robin gasped.
"No, Tammie," she said. "Not in the boys' restroom."
"No one is here," Tammie said, taking Robin by the hand and pulling her toward the door. "The halls are empty, as you see. Come on . . . you'll like it."
Reluctantly, feeling fearful, Robin let Tammie pull her into the restroom. A row of gleaming sinks lined one wall, with urinals at the far end. Along the other wall were the stalls for the toilets. Each stall had a door. Tammie pulled her to a stall, and pointed, giggling.
Robin looked at the scrawled printing. "Miss Stone has a pretty ass," it said.
Robin gasped, blushing furiously. "Oh, my God! Who would do a thing like that? Surely not Mark or . . . Bob!"
"There's more," Tammie said, taking her to the next stall. "See."
There was a grotesque drawing of a female, enormous tits, with legs wide. A crudely drawn cunt was between the legs, with curliques of hair around it. Beneath it was the message, "Miss Stone loves to fuck with her hairy cunt!"
"I don't believe it!" Robin said, feeling anger well up inside her. "I just don't believe it!"
"You're seeing it, Robin."
There was another one below the crudely drawn female. This was of a face, supposedly Robin's face. There was a huge, impossible cock penetrating the mouth. Her name was written beneath the chin. "Miss Stone can suck my cock anytime she wants," the badly printed message said.
Robin felt like fleeing, running from the room. Her face burned with embarrassment. Tammie yanked her into one of the other stalls. "There's even one about me," she said excitedly, as if pleased. "See?"
There was a figure of a girl in a cheerleader's costume, with the skirt up, her cunt showing. A cock was drawn between the girl's thighs, almost entering the pussy. Beneath it, this was written: "Tammie fucks, sucks, and takes cock up the ass."
"I don't believe it!" Robin whispered. "I just don't believe it! Wait until I get my hands on Mark!"
"Mark didn't do those," Tammie said. "He told me he had nothing to do with it." "And you believe him, Tammie?"
"He's never lied to me, Robin. I don't know who did these, but I don't really care, either. It makes me sort of excited to know boys like me, don't it you?"
"It terrifies me," Robin said honestly. "Come on, let's get out of her, Tammie. Someone might come in and see us."
Suddenly Tammie shot her hand under Robin's skirt, curling her fingers about the hairy cunt. "Ooo, you don't have panties on, Robin! That's nice ... I like feeling your cunt!"
Robin tried to shove her hand away, but Tammie pressed a finger into her pussy quickly.
"Oooo!" Robin mewled, giving in to the pleasure. "Don't fingerfuck me now, Tammie! What if some boy wandered in here and caught us?"
"He'd have the time of his life, that's what!" Tammie giggled, thrusting her finger in and out of Robin's cunt. She pressed up against Robin, rubbing her jeans-clad cunt on one of Robin's thighs.
We'd suck and fuck the shit out of any boy that came in, and you know it!"
Robin had the sinking sensation that Tammie was probably right. She wrapped her arms about the young girl, writhing her hips as the finger plunged in and out of her wet cunt.
Tammie began to slip downward, slowly, until she was on her knees before Robin. Robin looked down at the sweet face. Tammie ran her hands up
Robin's sleek thighs, then lifted her skirt and shoved her head under it. Robin felt the girl's hot lips kissing at her thighs, the wicked little tongue lapping along the soft, sensitive inner surfaces, going toward her bubbling cunt. Her pleated skirt concealed Tammie's head as she stood there. Her legs were spread wide so Tammie could press her hungry mouth into her hair-lined cunt.
"Ooooo, baby, baby!" Robin whimpered as the tongue shot into her boiling pussy. "God, you tongue-fuck so good! Eat my cunt, Tammie! Suck me off! Lick my pussy, honey, lick it for me! Oooo, baby, I love it! I love the way your sweet tongue sucks and licks my cunt!"
Robin listened to the moist lappings and mewls of pleasure Tammie made beneath her skirt, and her excitement soared with the sounds. She arched her pussy forward, spreading her thighs about the kneeling girl's head. She had to reach out on either side and press against the stall to keep her balance.
The cheeks of her ass clenched tightly as the wicked young tongue darted and swirled inside her soaking cunt. Robin cooed softly, her head thrown back and mouth open as she panted with pleasure. She twisted her ass, grinding her cunt into Tammie's licking, sucking mouth. She felt Tammie's small, hot hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, holding her cunt tight in her mouth. She trembled with ecstasy as she began to come in waves of spasming delight.
"Ohhh, honey, baby! You're making me come . . . with your sweet . . . cunt sucking . . . tongue! Eat me, Tammie! Eat my fucking cunt! Ooooo . . . Ohhhhh!"
Tammie lapped furiously at Robin's steaming, contracting cunt, her tongue delving as deeply as she could make it go. Robin shivered and trembled, her legs becoming weak as she came. She was starting into her second orgasm when the sound of the door to the restroom opened.
"Oh my God!" Robin squealed, closing the door to the stall swiftly. "Get up, Tammie! Hurry, get up!"
Tammie pulled her head from Robin's skirt and got to her feet. Her smooth cheeks were smeared with the juice from Robin's cunt, glistening wetly. She stifled a giggle as they heard two boys pissing in the urinals.
"If I don't get myself a piece of ass soon," they head a boy say, "I'm gonna have to start jacking off again."
"I know what you mean," the other boy said. "My girlfriend cut me off, too."
"Fucking cunts," said the first boy. "A guy just can't figure them out. First they can't get enough and then they get too much. I wish the fuck they'd make up their cocksucking minds!"
"I heard a rumor about this one girl," came the second voice. "I heard she goes down on any boy with a hard cock. I been thinking of giving her a try."
"Hey, man!" the first voice said. "Take me along with you. I go for a knob job once in a while. Is she nice looking?"
"The prettiest cunt in school."
"Who is it?" the first voice asked, his tone excited. "Come on, who is this cocksucker?"
"Tammie."
Robin shoved her fist into her mouth to stop the gasp. Her eyes flew wide as she looked at Tammie. Tammie muffled a giggle, her own eyes glowing proudly.
"Aw, man, you're full of shit!"
"The fuck I am!" the second boy said belligerently. "I was told she gives a good blow-job! Hell, I don't give a shit if you don't believe it." .
"Aw, she's the cheerleader," the other body said, still skeptical. "She's still a virgin, man."
"You don't know much," the other voice said almost sneering. "No wonder you never get much ass."
"She's cute as hell," the voice faded as the boys left the restroom.
"Let's get out of here," Robin hissed, peeking from the stall. "Come on!" Tammie followed Robin from the restroom, giggling happily. "I guess the word's getting around about me," she said.
In the hallway, Robin turned to face the young girl. "Doesn't it embarrass you, Tammie? Doesn't it make you feel ashamed to have the boys talking like that about you?"
"Oh, no!" Tammie giggled, hugging herself tightly. "I love it! I love to fuck and suck cocks, and you know it, Robin. If the word gets out, why, just think of all the boys I can have! Ooooo, that would be nice!"
Robin looked closely at the excited young girl, frowning. "Tammie, you can have any boy you want without all that talk. Think of your reputation."
"Fuck my reputation!" Tammie said harshly. "I love cock, Robin, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. You know how much I love it. And you love it, too! You love to eat cunt and suck cock as much as I do."
The bell sounding the beginning of class came loudly to them. "Wipe your face off, baby," Robin said in a more gentle tone. "You've still got pussy juice on your cheeks."
She turned and started for her classroom, troubled by Tammie's attitude.
Chapter Nine
Throughout the afternoon Robin sat on pins and needles. Despite the fact she and Tammie had almost been caught in the boy's restroom, the very danger of it had created intense excitement for her.
Somehow Robin felt more erotically excited than ever before. She knew her sensual nature had been awakened and was running rampant since becoming involved with Mark, but she did not understand this swiftly increasing desire for cock inside her body, including her tight asshole. Most of her waking thoughts were of cock - Mark's cock mostly - thrusting into her cunt, her mouth, up her ass. She felt the tingling of her flesh constantly, and her cunt throbbed and twitched in readiness at all times.
Often, while sitting at her desk before class, her thoughts turned to fucking and sucking, and on a number of occasions, Robin had been startled to find herself coming just thinking of it. Her students had noticed the change in Robin, but of course they did not understand the cause of it. They saw the way she often smiled in an absent-minded way, and they soon found out they could get away with things that before Robin would come down on them for. She was much easier to get along with.
When her last class of the day came, Robin was experiencing intense horniness. This last class was the one Mark was in. As she waited for the students to file into the room, she sat at her desk, breathing with excitement. There was a flush on her smooth, creamy cheeks and her dark eyes glittered with wicked delight. She allowed her knees to remain apart a few inches with her skirt at mid-thigh. Of course she pretended she was unaware of this position, but she watched the students, seeing which ones peeked at her.
Mark, as he came in, saw immediately. When he saw the creamy inner surfaces of Robin's thighs under her desk, he lifted an eyebrow in question.
Robin lowered her eyes shyly and opened her legs, pretending to reach for something at the end of the desk. She knew this showed Mark what he wanted to see. Probably, she felt, a few other students had seen her bushy cunt, too. She didn't mind, although the flush on her face burned brighter. When she straightened up, Mark gave her a very slight nod of approval.
Oddly enough, she felt pleased.
Robin went through the class by rote, not knowing what she was doing. All she knew was that Mark was there, looking at her, and that she wanted him badly. She knew some of her actions were brazen, wanton, and the students were probably wondering about her, but Robin didn't care.
Giving a short lecture, she sat on the edge of her desk, swinging one foot. Her skirt was up, and her thighs revealed. Robin knew some of the students became excited by this, and that in turn sent her emotions high. Now and then she would reach for something, a pencil, a piece of paper, and her legs would open. Some of the boys and girls giggled once, and Robin knew they had gotten a brief peek at her hairy cunt. Also, as she talked, her voice trailed off and she gave a soft moan when she rubbed her cunt against her desk and unexpectedly came. Robin's eyes widened in surprise as she sat there on the edge of her desk, coming. It was a moment or two before she could start talking again.
As she spoke, she looked at the young faces, and saw Mark was the only one who understood what had happened.
When the class ended, Robin was glad. Her cunt had been bubbling hotly and she had been afraid she would have to quickly excuse herself, rush to the restroom and fingerfuck herself silly.
"Mark," she called as the boys and girls started out. "Will you see me for a minute, please?"
He waited until the classroom was empty, then approached her desk. "What do you want, Robin?"
She was still sitting on her desk. She looked him in the eye. "You know damn well what I want, darling," she whispered thickly. She pulled her skirt up, lifting her ass to bring it to her waist. "I want your cock, baby! You know how much I want your cock!"
"I gotta go, Robin," he said, smirking at her. "I got a lot of things to do."
She grabbed his cock through his pants, tugging at his zipper with her other hand. "No!" she almost shouted. "Not yet, please! Fuck me, Mark! Oh, please fuck me!"
He stood there, amused by her excitement, pleased that she was begging him to fuck her. Robin knew she was feeding his ego, but her desire for him was too strong for her to resist. She pulled his cock out of his pants, gripping it tightly, pumping in a frenzy. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. She was aware that
Mark had not put his arms around her, but she didn't care right now.
Pulling her mouth away, her eyes blazing, she urged, "Now, Mark! Please, fuck me now! Right now!"
"Turn over, Robin," he said, twisting her shoulders.
Eagerly she twisted about until she was bending over her desk, her tits smashed flat. Her naked ass writhed invitingly. She reached back and ran a hand over the cheek of her creamy ass.
"Here, darling!" she whispered thickly. "Do it to me here!"
"What do you mean? Do it where?" he asked, slipping his fingers between her hot thighs, feeling her hairy cunt.
"In my ass!" she squealed hotly. "I want you to fuck me in my ass! Ohhh, please, stick your cock up my ass and fuck me! I want you to fuck me up the ass, Mark!"
"Hot cunt, hot ass," he taunted, running a finger up and down the crack of her ass.
"Yes, yes!" she agreed with him. "You know I have a hot cunt and hot ass! Fuck it for me, darling! Don't make me wait for it! Stick your cock up my asshole and fuck me!"
She pulled the smooth asscheek aside as his finger pressed, finally entering the tightness of her asshole. Robin crooned with pleasure as he stabbed his finger in and out, fucking her asshole. She wiggled and twisted her naked ass in pleasure, mewling, her eyes closed, breathing in quick gasps.
She felt him pull his finger free, then it was replaced by the swollen head of his cock. She gave a grunt of ecstasy and used both her hands now to pull at the cheeks of her smooth, round ass.
"Ooooo, yes! Push your cock up my ass! Fuck me in my hot asshole, darling! Fuck my ass . . . fuck my hot asshole!"
Robin pressed her naked ass against the pressure of his cock, groaning softly. As Mark's prick slipped into the steaming tightness of her asshole, she yelped with delight. "Ooooo! God, does that feel good!"
"Fucking hot-ass teacher!" he growled from behind her as he began to fuck back and forth. "I'll fuck your hot asshole! I'll fuck you up your hot asshole until you can't walk!"
"Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me hard . . . fuck me fast! Bang your cock hard up my hot asshole, darling!" Robin was almost screaming at him, still clawing at the cheeks of her ass as she hunched back and forth, thrilled to have her asshole stretched by his throbbing hard-on. Her flesh was burning, almost melting. "Oooo, God! I love it, love it, love it! Fuck me, Mark! Oh, fuck my ass . . . my asshole!"
Robin felt every throb of his hard cock as it stabbed in and out of her clinging asshole, every groove, every ridge. It increased her ecstasy to the point where she was almost mindless. Her nerves were screaming with the intensity of her pleasure. Her heart was heavily pounding. It was so great she could hardly breathe. She writhed and twisted her ass in a frenzy of desire, feeling his cock being thrust deeply and powerfully into her asshole.
"Fucking cunt!" Mark was growling as he lunged in and out of her gripping asshole. "Fucking hot cunt teacher! Cocksucking cunt . . . fucking bitch! Cocksucking bitch!"
"Oooo, yes I am!" Robin gurgled hotly. "I'm a hot cunt! I'm your hot cunt bitch teacher! Fuck it, baby! Fuck my tight, hot asshole!"
She rolled and wiggled her exposed ass in such a furious manner that Mark had some difficulty keeping up with her. Her hip movements were swift, jerky, but Robin made sure his cock remained up her clasping asshole.
"Some one could . . . come in!" Mark grunted, banging harshly against her shaking ass. "See us ... "
"I don't give a fuck!" Robin yelped. "I don't give a fuck if the whole cocksucking school came in and saw you fucking me up the ass! Just fuck my asshole, Mark! Fuck them all!"
And at this moment Robin did not care if someone came into the classroom. Her steaming heat was fogging her mind, making her care for nothing except his hard cock driving in and out of her asshole. She was coming in waves of boiling contractions, her body shuddering as if she were having seizures. She mewled loudly, making soft yips as she came. Her asshole flexed about his throbbing cock, and then she heard him grunt as he drove hard up her ass, his cock deep inside.
"There it is, Robin!" he shouted.
She felt his cock spewing his come juice into her asshole, and it triggered an explosion inside her body that sent her head up from the desk, her mouth open and her eyes tightly shut. She let out a long, drawn-out wail of pure ecstasy, then dropped again to the desk.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she whimpered, gasping and struggling for breath. "Oh, my God!"
When Robin came out of her fog-swirling ecstasy, she was alone in the classroom. Her skirt was still at her waist, her naked ass pointed toward the door, which Mark had not shut. She stood up weakly, her asshole tingling with the pleasure still rumbling through her. She wondered, vaguely, if anyone had peeked in at her. She decided no one had, otherwise they would have entered and fucked her, or at least said something to her.
She smoothed her skirt down and, taking her purse, walked on wobbling legs from the room. As she walked slowly toward her car, she wondered what was happening to her. Her body seemed to crave sex more than ever, and her mind was constantly on it. She was throwing caution aside, knowing the danger she placed herself in, yet unable to do anything about it. Her body was in control of her actions now, despite the warnings that her mind flashed.
By the time she arrived at her car, she felt a bit stronger, but her body and mind was in a hot turmoil of erotic stimulation. Despite just getting fucked almost brutally up her ass a few minutes ago, her body was still raging for more of the same.
She started to climb behind the wheel of her car and noticed Bob, again near the gaudy car, with two other boys. She waved to him before she entered her own car, and with a soft giggle, deliberately sat down and allowed her legs to part. She knew Bob, and possibly the two boys, had caught a peek at her pantyless cunt. Bob grinned and started toward her. Robin waited for him, bringing her feet into the car, feeling a flush of pleasure on her cheeks at what she had done.
"Hi, Bob," she said cheerfully as he paused at the car door.
"Going home now. Robin?" he asked, squatting at the still open door.
"Yes," she replied with a smile. "Would you like to go with me?"
He laughed, reaching out and patting her thigh. "I sure would, but I've got basketball practice in a few minutes."
"Shit!" she snapped. Then her blush deepened. "I guess I shouldn't talk that way around here."
"Nobody cares," he said, running his hand along her thigh. "Especially my buddies over there."
Robin glanced at the two boys, then quite deliberately lifted her skirt and pulled Bob's hand underneath it. "Feel my cunt, Bob. Feel me up for just a minute."
"The guys might see," he said, watching her reaction but caressing the puffy lips of her cunt as she spread her thighs for him.
"I don't give a fuck!" Robin hissed, grabbing the back of his head and drawing his mouth to hers. She kissed him hard, then looked at the two boys again. They were watching with intent, burning eyes. "They can see what they want to see! Shit, call them over and I'll let them have a feel of my cunt, too!"
Bob laughed, low and husky. He worked his finger into her soaked cunt, thrusting it in and out as he squatted there. "They'd love to have a feel of your hairy cunt, Robin ... if you mean that." "I mean it," she said sincerely. "God, I don't know what's happening to me, but I can't seem to get enough cock! Come home with me, Bob, please! I want to get fucked! I'll fuck you so much ..."
"But I have practice," he said, pressing at her clitoris.
"Fuck practice!" she almost screamed at him, wiggling her ass on the seat. "Please, I'll suck your cock off, make you come in my mouth! You can fuck me up my asshole , . .just come home with me, please! Oh God, I want to get fucked so badly!"
Bob thrust his finger .in and out of her boiling cunt as she writhed, whimpering softly.
"Ohhh, you're going to make me come, Bob!" she mewled. "Oh God . . . you're going to make me come! Finger me faster . . . faster!"
Robin squealed softly as she came, her cunt entering convulsions that were strong enough to rip her muscles to shreds. Bob kept up the swift stabbing of her cunt until she began to relax somewhat, then he withdrew his finger and looked up at her. Robin still burned with tormenting inner heat.
"You're really a hot one, Robin," he said, smiling at her. "You're even hotter than I suspected."
He stood up and closed the car door for her, then he leaned in, kissing her quickly. As he started to draw away, Robin again grabbed his head, both her hands on his face. She pressed her mouth to his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Through the erotic roar in her head, she heard the two boys laugh.
"If you're that hot, Robin, I think I can do something about it."
"Come home with me?" she asked, her voice pleading. She looked at his friends, who were leaning on the car, watching. "They can come with you, like I said. I don't mind, Bob. I'll fuck all three of you."
"Practice, remember?"
"Oh, fuck that goddamn basketball practice!" Robin said angrily, loud enough for her voice to carry to the two boys. Again they laughed - obscenely, Robin thought. But she didn't care any longer. All that mattered was her boiling cunt, her hot asshole, her watering mouth. "I'll do anything you want, Bob," she promised desperately. "Anything at all. Bring your friends with you . . . and I'll do anything you want me to do with them! Anything! All three at the same time - one fucking my cunt . . . one up my asshole, and one in my cocksucking mouth!"
"Sorry, baby," he said, reaching in and fondling one of her tits.
Knowing the two boys could see, Robin pulled her blouse to one side, revealing a creamy tit. She placed Bob's hand on it, looking directly at the two boys. They both had delicious-looking lumps inside their pants by this time, and Robin ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at them.
"See, Bob," she said in a thick voice. "I don't care if they see you play with my tit! Now you know I mean what I say. Please come home with me . . . all three of you!"
But he pulled his hand away. Robin sat in her car, her shapely, flawless tit exposed to the hot eyes of all three teenage boys. "Gotta practice," he insisted, walking away.
Robin sat there, tears of frustration in her eyes, her tit revealed.
Finally, she started her car and, with an upright middle finger toward the boys, she pulled her blouse over her tit and drove off.
Chapter Ten
Robin was confused.
It had been almost a week since either Mark or Bob had contacted her. She saw Tammie often, but the little girl did not visit her apartment. All this time, Robin was in torment.
She sat in the classroom when Mark was there, her eyes pleading with him, but he seemed to be avoiding her for some reason. She attempted to have him remain after school, but he always had some excuse. Once she managed to talk to
Tammie, but found the girl almost as puzzled as she was.
"He's up to something, Robin," Tammie told her. "I know that guy."
"But he doesn't even call me, Tammie," Robin said in exasperation. "Why doesn't he at least call me?"
"I don't know," Tammie said. "I don't see much of him lately myself. He and Bob are spending a lot of time with each other. I just know they're up to something, though."
Robin spent her time in her apartment running her hands over her feverish body, feeling herself and imagining the hands of Mark and Bob. She fingerfucked almost constantly, often a finger thrusting into her bubbling cunt and hot asshole at the same time. Her nights were sleepless, tossing and turning with the steaming turmoil of her body.
It became so strong that she came very close to going out and picking up a man - or better yet, a teenage boy - and bringing him home with her. She even started out the door before she caught herself. Disgusted at what she almost did, Robin flung herself upon the couch and cried bitterly. She cursed Mark and Bob, even Tammie. At least, she felt, Tammie could have come to her. They could have sucked and licked each other's cunts to satisfaction, but Tammie never visited her either. She beat at the couch with her fists, sobbing her torment.
Then the phone rang one afternoon just as she entered her apartment. Running quickly to it, she found it was Bob.
"Oh, Bob!" she wailed. "Why don't you come and see me?"
"I've been busy, Robin," he said.
"I don't care!" Robin snapped at him. "I don't care how busy you've been, damn you! You know I need you, need Mark!"
"It isn't us you need, baby," he laughed. "It's hard cock you need, that's all."
"I know!" Robin wailed. "God, how I know!"
"Want to get fucked, Robin?" he asked, almost casually.
"You know I do, you asshole!" she screamed at him over the phone. "You know damn well I want to get fucked!"
"I said I might be able to help you out, remember?"
"The only help I need is your cock, you bastard!" she yelled at him. "Come here, Bob, please! Come to me now and fuck me! I need it so much!"
She heard his lewd chuckle. "Damn you!" she raged into the phone. "Damn you, damn you, damn you!"
Again he laughed at her. "Well, if you aren't interested, Robin, there isn't much use in continuing this ..."
"Don't you dare hang up, you son of a bitch!"
she screamed at him.
"Then listen to what I have to say and stop calling me names," he said, firmly. "If you don't, then I'll hang up and you can go fuck yourself, teacher."
Robin took a deep breath, and in a contrite voice, replied. "I'm sorry, Bob. I'll be good."
"That's better. Listen, Mark is going to be seeing you in about an hour or so. He has something he wants to show you. You'll be home, won't you?"
"Yes," she said softly, almost in a little girl voice, totally dominated by him.
"Good," he said, then the phone went dead in her ear.
Robin hung up, feeling excited that Mark would be there in a short time. She rushed into the shower and scrubbed her body until it glowed, then she perfumed herself, paying attention to her tits and between her thighs. She brushed her dark hair until it gleamed, then she dressed in a revealing, sexy gown, a gown that could be seen through. She gazed at herself in the mirror, seeing the way her nipples poked against the material. The shadow of her cunt hair was revealed, as well as her long, slender thighs and the cheeks of her curvy, swelling ass.
When the doorbell rang, she flung the door open with an excited, "Oh, Mark!"
She wrapped her arms about him tightly, pressing her burning body against hers, squirming as she kissed him with passion. Only then did she close the door.
"Oh, Mark," she whispered heavily, "You don't know what's been happening to me - not seeing you or Bob, even Tammie. Why have you stayed away, darling?"
"Had some things to do, teacher," he said, going to her refrigerator and taking himself a soft drink,. Then he sat on the couch next to her. "But it's finished now. Would you like to see?"
For the first time Robin saw the flat, huge envelope he carried. "What is it?" she asked. "Show me."
Mark opened the manila envelope and pulled out a magazine. Robin looked at the cover, gasping. The cover had her picture on it, the one with his cock squirting come juice into her ecstatic face.
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "No, Mark! You didn't!"
"You're seeing it, Robin," he said. "That's you and that's my cock . . . coming off in your face. Beautiful, isn't it?"
She grabbed the book from him and flipped through it, her face burning with shame. She saw other pictures of her, her mouth pressed into Tammie's cunt, her lips plainly sucking. There were pictures of Tammie, too, with various boys Robin had never seen before. There was even a picture of Tammie and another teenage girl, licking each other's cunts.
"This . . . this is the magazine you were putting together?" she gasped, barely whispering.
"Sure is," he said proudly. "Nice, huh?"
"But ... but ... "
"You photograph very well, Robin," he said. "I plan to use you in my next magazine."
Anger rose up in her quickly. "No you aren't!" She began to rip the magazine to pieces.
"That don't do any good, Robin," he said, amused. "There are a couple of thousand of them. You can't tear them all up, you know."
"A . . .a thousand?" she gasped.
"A couple of thousand," he said. "Five thousand to be exact."
"Oh God!"
Mark sipped his soft drink, watching her cover her face, tears flowing freely. Finally, she brought herself under control, looking at him. "But why?" she asked. "Why me, Mark? You could have used anyone but me."
"Probably," he admitted. "But you're beautiful, Robin, like Tammie. No one wants to look at dogs fucking and sucking. The better looking the girl, the more magazines we sell."
"Suppose someone . . . from school . . . saw them? What then?"
He laughed. "Shit, Robin, anyone buying this magazine sure as hell isn't going to blow the whistle on you or me or anyone."
A change began to come over her, and she tried to fit the torn pages together, looking at them again. She found herself becoming excited, seeing herself in those erotic poses, thinking of men and boys - and women, too - looking at the pictures, getting hard and then fucking and sucking one another. There was no way she could deny her pleasure, no way to suppress the bubbling excitement that coursed through her veins. Suddenly she giggled. "I sort of like it," she said.
"I thought you would," he replied. "Once you got used to the idea."
She hugged Mark tightly against her tits, kissing him, her cunt steaming wildly. She stroked his cock through his pants. "I want to fuck, baby," she murmured into his mouth. "Ohhhhh, how I want this cock up my cunt, fucking me!"
"There's something I want you to do for me, Robin," he said, squeezing at a firm tit.
"Anything! Oh, I'll do anything you want, Mark!"
"There's this basketball game tonight. I'd like you to come to it . . . without panties, of course."
"I don't care for basketball," she said, then seeing the frown start on his face, said quickly, "I will! I'll go, without panties."
"That's better," he said, getting up. "The game starts at eight. I'll see you there."
She sat, stunned, as he started for the door. "But don't you want to fuck me, Mark?"
"At the game," he said, then left her.
The comment didn't make sense to her, but she found herself becoming intensely excited, looking forward to the game she didn't care anything about. She was not at all hungry for food, and only had herself a cup of coffee as she anxiously watched the clock. The time went by slowly, and she fingerfucked twice as she waited. Finally, at seven, she dressed, making sure her clothing was sensual and inviting. She left her bra and panties off, as Mark requested.
Robin left her apartment early.
When she arrived at the school, she parked and walked toward the gym, where the game was being held. She found only a few others there this early, but the team was on the court, warming up. She looked around for Mark but he wasn't anyplace to be seen.
Robin went halfway up the bleachers and sat down, watching the boys race back and forth on the court. She kept her knees closely together, knowing that those boys could see up her dress if she weren't careful. Finally she saw Tammie, in her cheerleading costume. Robin waved to the deliciously sweet girl. Tammie came up to talk to her for a moment or so.
"Look at this," Tammie giggled, lifting the front of her short skirt.
Robin saw Tammie was wearing panties and not tights the way she should have been. "Aren't you afraid someone will say something, Tammie?"
"I don't think so," Tammie giggled deliciously. "My panties look almost like the tights, don't they?"
"They do, but I know the difference."
"Don't that make you . . . hot?" Tammie asked softly.
Robin looked about, and seeing no one watching them, caressed the front of Tammie's panties, then sent her off to the court. When the game began, Mark came up to sit with her for a while. "Bob is playing a good game tonight," he commented.
"He seems very good," Robin replied, watching the action with disinterest. "Mark, why did you want me here tonight? I don't care for basketball at all, you know."
"You'll find out," he said mysteriously.
Mark went and came periodically during the game. Robin watched Bob more than any of the other players, and found herself excited to see his muscular thighs as he raced up and down, dribbling the ball, scoring more than the others. When the end came, she was preparing to go when Mark returned. With him was Tammie, now sweaty and eyes shining brightly.
"Come on, Robin," he said.' "Where?"
"Just come on," he said. When she found he was leading her to the girls dressing room, she began to wonder what this was all about. Entering the dressing room, Robin found it empty. There were long benches between rows of lockers, with sinks at one end.
At his request, she and Tammie sat down, waiting to see what would develop. A half hour later she found out.
Bob came in, still in his shorts and tank top. Behind him came a small group of players. Two of the boys were those she had seen with Bob before, who had watched her in the parking lot. Understanding began to come to Robin, and she looked at Mark. "What is this, Mark?" she asked, a bit angry.
"It's a party, Robin," he said. "A fucking party!"
Robin started to get to her feet, but he caught her hand and held her. "You aren't going anywhere. Sit down, teacher."
When she was on the bench again, he stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. The group of boys looked at her with interest. Mark's hands slipped down, cupping her tits. Robin shook with humiliation and anger. When he opened her blouse, exposing her tits to the burning eyes of the teenage boys, Robin dropped her eyes shyly. When she looked up again, two of the boys had their cocks standing out of the wide leg of their shorts, the heads quite swollen.
Tammie was busy getting out of her panties, giggling with excitement. Some of the boys were sliding their shorts down, their cocks hard and strong.
"You planned this, didn't you, you bastard?"Robin hissed at Mark. "You had this planned all along, didn't you?"
"Sure, teacher," he smirked. "The team needs some ass after winning, don't they? What better reward than the prettiest, most hot-cunted teacher in school for them?"
"This is rape, you know," she said, but without any force in her words.
"Not with you," Mark laughed, fondling her exposed tits. "You can't be raped, Robin. You enjoy it too fucking much."
"It's a gang bang!" Tammie cried out gleefully. "We're gonna get us a gang bang, Robin!"
Bob came to her and leaned down. He shoved her skirt up her creamy, slender thighs, then pressed her knees apart. "This is some good pussy, guys," he said over his shoulder as he stroked Robin's cunt. "You're gonna get the fucking of your lives!"
Suddenly, Robin's mind snapped. She shoved Bob away, stood up quickly. Mark started to grab her, but she turned to face him. "It isn't necessary to hold me," she said. She began to drop her blouse to the floor, then shoved her skirt down. She stood nakedly before the group of staring teenagers. Tammie, now naked too, stood next to her.
"Alright, you studs!" Robin said. "If you think you can handle all this cunt, come and get it!"
Happily the group of boys surrounded Robin and Tammie, feeling and fondling their naked bodies. Robin grasped two cocks in her now eager hands, pumping them, feeling them swell and harden. She shivered with perverse pleasure as all those hands ran about her naked body. She was kissing and sucking on tongues of boys she didn't know, but hungrily, with steaming eagerness.
Taking control of the situation, she had one boy lie back on the bench, his cock standing up very hard. Robin threw her legs over him, then squatted, taking his cock into her wet, slippery cunt. Tammie, she noticed, was doing almost the same thing. It delighted her to see a boy's cock penetrate that delicate blonde pussy.
With the cock up her cunt, Robin leaned forward. "Come on!" she yelped excitedly. "One of you fuck me up my ass! I want a cock in my cunt and one up my hot asshole! Come on, don't be bashful, boys!"
She didn't know who it was that pressed a throbbing prick up her asshole, nor did she care. What mattered was the ecstasy flooding her mind and body. As the two cocks began to fuck her at the same time, Robin grabbed a hard cock with her hand and pulled it to her mouth. Three cocks in her body she thought was the ultimate in ecstasy. From the corner of her mind, she could see Tammie's small, sweet body, her tight little ass bouncing as she fucked a boy beneath her, with another thrusting his cock into her hot, wet mouth.
And all the time she was aware of Mark darting about and the clicking of his camera. Robin sucked hard on the cock inside her mouth, barely able to move her ass while the two boys fucked her relentlessly. Her cunt was boiling, contracting already. Her asshole was extremely sensitive, and she thrilled to the stretching of it as the thick cock stabbed back and forth.
"Good, good!" she heard Mark saying. "I'm getting some good shots for the next magazine! Fuck 'em, Robin! Fuck those cocks! Go at it, Tammie! Hump your ass, baby!"
Robin was gurgling around the mouth-stuffing cock, coming time and again. Her mind reeled with erotic sensitivity, and she didn't want it to ever stop. When the cock exploded in her cunt, she squealed loudly. Her tongue flew eagerly on the cock in her mouth, wanting the thick come juice to splash against her throat. Her asshole burned and flexed, and she felt the boy come. Then she was swallowing quickly as the prick between her greedy hps spewed.
The boys pulled free of her, and Robin sprawled on the bench, her legs dangling on each side, her cunt fully exposed, vulnerable. Her shapely tits heaved as she breathed.
Again she found hands running over her body, and she didn't open her eyes to see who they belonged to. One pair of hands were softer, and she knew they were Tammie's. Robin reached out and moved her hand up Tammie's slim thigh, then shoved her finger into the cum-soaked, blonde cunt, fingerfucking her.
"Oooo, Robin whimpered, writhing her naked ass as mouths and hands moved over her body. "I love it! God, do I love it! Feel me . . . lick me! All of you, lick me and fuck me and . . . Ohhhh, yes, yes!"
She saw, through filmy eyes, Mark's camera, knowing all of this was being put on film. She didn't care. She writhed and twisted beneath all those teenage hands, her finger plunging into Tammie's slippery cunt eagerly.
"Want some more fucking. Robin?" she heard Mark ask through her sexual fog. "Want more cock and cunt, teacher?"
"Yes, yes!" Robin screamed. "I want more! Give me all those cocks! I want to suck cock, fuck cock! Ohhh, I want to be fucked! Fuck me, all of you . . . fuck my hot, hairy cunt . . . fuck my hot, tight asshole . . . fuck my cocksucking mouth! Oh, God ... I want it so much! Tammie, let me lick your sweet little cunt! I want my tongue up your sweet pussy, baby!"
Tammie straddled Robin's face and Robin gripped the small, tight cheeks of her ass. Her lips pressed hard against the cum-filled pussy, her tongue delving eagerly into it. Her nose was against Tammie's blonde pussy hair. Her dark eyes glowed as she licked and sucked the delicious teenage cunt.
Robin was so excited and so involved in licking her tongue in and out of Tammie's tight little pussy that she was not really aware that the hands had left her. She continued to writhe her naked body on the bench, arching her cunt up and down. She heard the comments of the boys as they stood around her, their words inflaming her already burning mind and body.
"Eat the cunt, teacher!"
"Suck that pussy, Robin!"
"Hot-assed bitch!"
"Cocksucking cunt!"
Robin sucked hard at Tammie's cunt lips, her tongue flying deep inside, tasting the cunt juice and cock juice at the same time, her body once more shuddering as she came and came.
Then she felt warm, slippery splashes on her body. She managed to see what was going on, and found the group of boys were all jacking off, spewing cum down upon her naked body. She felt come juice smearing her thighs, in the dark curls of her cunt, on her tits and belly. Robin mewled with mindless ecstasy as she tasted Tammie's cunt flexing on her tongue, knowing the beautiful little girl was coming against her mouth.
Robin became aware that she was alone. She struggled upright, seeing her naked body smeared with the thick come juice. Her lips felt bruised from the violence she had used eating Tammie's steamy little cunt. Her own cunt and even her asshole tingled and burned in a delicious way. She looked around for her skirt and blouse. Her nylons were in shreds, but still on her thighs. She started to pick up her skirt and blouse, then lay back on the bench weakly.
"Well, well," the voice came to her. "What's this all about?"
Robin looked through hazy eyes. It was the school custodian. He didn't look afraid, nor did he look as if he were going to run out searching help for her. Instead he came to stand next to her, looking down at her naked beauty.
"You're Miss Stone, right?"
Robin smiled up at him, nodding her head. "That's right," she said in a low, soft voice. "I'm Miss Stone."
"What happened to you?"
"I got fucked," Robin giggled. "Fucked gloriously! And I want more!"
"Goddamn!"
Robin reached out and ran her fingers along the front of his pants. "I bet you have a nice cock in there, she murmured throatily. "Would you like to fuck me? I give a good blowjob, you know. I'll suck your cock off, or you can fuck me up my asshole."
"Goddamn!" the man said again, awed.
"Give me that cock, please!" Robin pleaded, writhing her naked ass about. "Fuck me, please! Oh God . . . fuck me any place you want! I love it in my cunt, up my asshole, in my mouth! Just fuck me, please!"
The man, still surprised at his good fortune, began to drop his pants, his cock swelling. Robin pumped it as he settled atop her.
She did not know what had happened to her, could not understand this control her sexuality now had over her. But one thing she did know - there was nothing she could do about it . . .
