The beautiful high school cheerleader had been stripped naked by the handsome schoolteacher, and she was now on her elbows and her knees upon his bed. Her knees were so far apart that her thighs made a perfect ninety-degree angle. Her thighs then parted to an obtuse angle, far enough for her ass cheeks and pussy lips to part with them. She kept her head and shoulders low and arched her back so that her ass cheeks were high in the air. The man opened her fanny cakes and greased her bung hole inside and out with jelly. He put lubricant on his own cock and knelt with his back straight at the beautiful cheerleader's rear.
He plowed inside her.
"YESSSSSSSS!" she screamed.
"Like it?"
"LOVE IT!"
"Deeper?"
"YES! ALL THE WAY UP MY ASSSSSSS!" the girl said.
ONE
"Owwwwwwww!" the woman screamed as the steel cuff was locked tightly around her left wrist. The inside of that cuff was toothed.
"I have designed these cuffs for maximum pain," the man said. He wore a black mask over his face. The woman was his sex slave.
He was her sex master. She was in her early twenties. He was near forty. He was very large. She was very small.
Small, except in the figure department. The woman's tits were huge. The woman had a figure that would not quit.
"I am going to bind you stringently!" the man said with a laugh.
The woman could tell that the toothed cuff was making a red ring around her wrist, a ring that would take many days to fade even after the bondage was removed.
The woman correctly assumed that the steel cuff was drawing blood in spots, where those teeth were biting into her.
The woman could tell that the cuff was around her wrist so tightly that the circulation of blood to her hand was completely cut off.
The woman could tell-even without looking-that the tips of her fingers, the fingers on her left hand, were turning a deep purple color.
The woman could tell that the tips of her southpaw digits were turning the same color as the head of a man's prick when it is fully erect.
The woman could feel pins and needles in the tips of her fingers, but she correctly assumed that she was not going to be able to feel them for very long. She knew that soon her fingertips would be unadulteratedly feelingless.
The same would be true of her left fingers.
Her whole left hand, for that matter.
The woman tried to wiggle her southpaw digits at the knuckles and she discovered that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty. Her knuckles were getting suffer and stiffer. She could tell that it was not going to be long before her fingers were both feelingless and motionless because of the cruelly stringent bondage the man was eagerly administering.
"Owwwwwwww, you are hurting me so badly," the woman said.
"My sweet little sex slave, that is the whole idea," the man said.
The man circled all the way around the foot of the torture table where the woman lay sprawled on her belly, her boobs flat against the wood. There was a cuff and a chain at each corner of that torture table so that the woman could be spread-eagled on the slab. The torture table, you understand, was in the very center of the man's underground torture chamber. The Masked Sadist was completely equipped with state-of-the-art devices-of-discomfort.
The man took long strides as he moved around the foot of the table to get to the other side so he could repeat the brutal bondage procedure with the woman's other arm. The Masked Sadist moved with an animalistic grace. He moved like a wild jungle beast encircling his helpless prey.
That was precisely how the woman felt at that moment, too. Just like the man's helpless prey. The woman experienced a sweetness within that dread, that she could not deny-at least not to herself. She knew that all along she was meant to be a sex slave, a total subservient. She should have known it earlier, way back in the early days, when she was still a cheerleader in high school.
She should have known when she had her cherry popped by her own father. She should have known during the bizarre series of sexual acts with Mr. Geyser, her high school teacher. She should have known, she should have known. So much wasted time. At last the woman was being sexually punished, naked and helpless on the slab, just as she had so desperately wanted to be all along.
*****
The Masked Sadist cuffed the woman's right wrist just as tightly as the left. Her elbows were locked in the straight position.
She felt like Christ crucified. Then the woman's face turned hot with her own blasphemy. Her slender and femininely shapely legs were kicked back straight toward the foot of the torture table. Her knees were straight. The woman kept her knees and her ankles close together. The woman correctly assumed that the man was not going to allow her knees and ankles to stay together for very long. The Masked Sadist moved to the foot of the torture table and stood with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. He jackknifed at the waist, folded to a ninety-degree angle at the midsection, and reached downward with straightened, muscular arms, so that he could grip both of the woman's finely-turned ankles simultaneously with ham-like fists. With a single outward swoop of those strong arms he pulled her legs open. Her inner thighs parted.
Her cunt lips parted.
Her ass cheeks parted.
Her ankles were bound.
"OWWWWWWW!" the woman said.
She could tell that her toes were turning purple. She could feel the pins and needles come and go in her toes. The woman lost the ability to wiggle those ten piggies. Her toenails were polished red, the man noticed. Very nice. Perfect from head to toe. He wanted to HURT her.
Ummmmmmmm, he wanted to hurt her so bad that he could TASTE it. The Masked Sadist's hands clenched into fists involuntarily when he thought about just how much he wanted to hurt the woman.
She was helpless. The woman realized that she could not move a muscle. She could tense and relax her muscles, but she could not move any of them. She found that the only part of her body that remained mobile was her head. She could lift her face from the wooden slab, and she could turn her preciously beautiful kisser from side to side. But the woman found this took a lot of energy, more energy than it was worth, she concluded. The woman correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before the sadomasochistic sex session with the man was completed.
*****
"Now your punishment is going to continue," the man said.
"What, what are you going to do to me?" the woman stammered.
"You are going to be very brutally whipped," the man said.
There was a creepy casualness to the man's voice as he spoke these words. It was obvious to the woman that the man did this sort of thing all the time. The man calmly walked over to one wall of his underground torture chamber.
"I am going to give you a choice now, slave," the man said.
"Choice?"
"Yes."
"What choice?"
"You get to choose which whip I shall use," the man said.
"Okay, I pick the smallest one!" the woman said, too quickly.
"Very well, but the joke is on you, slave," the man said.
"What do you mean?"
"The smallest whip is the most savage whip," the man said.
"Oh dear," the woman said, nibbling at her lower lip a bit.
"This is the riding crop!"
"Oh, what is that?"
"A horse whip!"
"Oh my, but such a thing was not designed for human flesh," the woman said. "Precisely."
"It will cause massive welts on me," the woman said.
"I know."
The Masked Sadist brought down the whip and showed it to her.
"See? It is made of leather and bamboo," the man said.
"Very nice," the woman said, and she was not sure she did not mean it. Then the man went to work. SMACK!
There was a sound like a gunshot as the whip came down across both of the woman's ass cheeks at the same time.
Then:
"OWWWWWWWWW!"
There was a fraction of a second between the blow and the woman's realization of the pain. The pain was horrible.
The woman could feel the pain spreading outward from her ass cheeks in ever-growing concentric circles. She could feel the pain spreading outward from her ass cheeks in waves, just like the pleasure of a come would, until each and every one of her nerve-endings were affected-with the obvious exception of the nerve-endings in the woman's hands and feet where she could not feel anything at all because of the cruel steel bondage the man had earlier so brutally administered.
*****
SMACK! WHACK! CRACK! SMACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
The man brought the whip down across the cheeks of the woman's ass as hard as he could with each and every blow. The Masked Sadist was careful not to strike the cheeks of the woman's ass twice in the same place. The Masked Sadist was smart enough and experienced enough in the ways of torture to know that this would be a bloody waste of time. SMACK! CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! "OWWWWWWWW!"
The Masked Sadist knew that the woman's nerve-endings were being deadened and numbed by each blow. The Masked Sadist could see no point in striking the woman in a place where she could no longer feel it. The Masked Sadist wanted the woman's pain to be fresh and new with each blow. Then the man looked down at the cheeks of the woman's ass and he could see the lovely welts there-at least the man thought they looked lovely. They crisscrossed on her buttocks. The Masked Sadist could tell that those marks were going to darken. He could tell that her ass cheeks were going to all black and blue within a few hours.
SMACK!
CRACK!
WHACK!
SMACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
The man no longer limited his blows to the cheeks of the woman's ass. He began to whip at the base of the small of her back. The Masked Sadist brought the whip down across the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of the woman's ass, directly in between the twin dimples at the small of her back that indicated the location of her kidneys.
The man whipped the center of her back. He concentrated his blows on the hypersensitive plane of skin in between the woman's rather sharp shoulder blades. Her body jerked with her pain and she screamed shrilly with her pain.
The man laughed when he heard her screams of pain. The Masked Sadist thought that the woman's screams of agony were like music in his ears.
SMACK!
CRACK!
WHACK!
SMACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
The man whipped then at the backs of the woman's legs. He was going to cover her with welts. He beat at her thighs and her calves. The Masked Sadist brought the leather bamboo riding crop down across the backs of the woman's knees, where he knew the nerve-endings were particularly sensitive and the spawned pain would be particularly acute.
The man whipped at the woman's body until his arm became tired. He then tossed the riding crop aside. The Masked Sadist did this carelessly, and he did not even bother to turn his masked head to see where the horse whip went. The woman could hear the riding crop scuttling into the far corner of the underground torture chamber.
The man released his bondage and flipped the woman over on her back. Her cunt burned. His cock was hard. Hard and huge. He re-bound the woman on her back, spread-eagled, and mounted her. The Masked Sadist pushed the entire length of his cock into her and then he began to fuck. There was nothing subtle about the way the man fucked the woman. He fucked her as hard and fast as he could right from the very first stroke. Her inner cunt lips were pushed and pulled by the thickness of his cock. He plowed pleasure into her cunt. Soon they were both coming, screaming out a duet in homage to the acute pleasure they were sharing.
When it was over the man pulled his limp and slimy cock out of the woman's cunt and got off the torture table. The man looked at the woman's face. The Masked Sadist could see that the woman's face was stained with the tracks of her tears. Just for the fun of it The Masked Sadist took a safety-pin and drove it all the way through the woman's right nipple, piercing her completely. He then laughed until there were tears in her eyes. She wanted to squirm on the slab with her pain but her steel bondage was so stringent that this was impossible.
*****
"Now you are going to get fucked again," the man said.
"How?
"What do you mean how?"
"Your cock is soft."
"So?"
"How are you going to fuck me with a soft cock?" the woman said.
"You are making an erroneous assumption," the man said.
"What assumption is that I am making?" the woman asked.
"You are assuming that I am going to fuck you with my cock."
"No?"
"No," the man said, shaking his head from side to side.
"In that case, what are you going to fuck me with?" the woman said.
"I am going to fuck you with my entire fist," the man said.
"NOCOOOOOO!" the woman said.
Fresh tears were welling in the woman's already swollen eyes.
"Oh yes," the man said, once again offering a small sadistic chuckle.
"Don't do this to me!"
"Why not?"
"You will tear me apart!"
"Perhaps."
"You will split me in two."
"Maybe."
"Owwwwwwww."
"I think it is going to be fun," the man said.
The Masked Sadist put a black leather glove on his right hand and covered that glove with a lubricant jelly.
The man ran the tips of his gloved fingers up and down the insides of the woman's thighs and then up and down her cunt lips. He rubbed her clit. He pushed his middle finger inside.
His forefinger.
His ring finger.
His pinky.
At that moment The Masked Sadist had all four of his fingers inside the woman's juicy cunt at the same time. He had those fingers clutched together so that their tips formed the four corners of a small square. He pressed his thumb against the center of his palm, straightened his arm, lifted his shoulder, adjusted his balance, and began to push. He did not stop pushing until his entire hand had pushed up inside the woman's cunt. The truth was that her cunt had to open furthest of all as his knuckles pushed inside her. The woman's cunt was actually allowed to close a bit around the man's wrist. He twisted his fist inside her. He pulled his fist out of her cunt, all the way out of the woman's pussy without even unclenching it. He punched his fist back inside.
He pulled out. Punched in. Twisted. Pulled out. Punched in. Twisted.
The woman passed out.
TWO
As the woman slipped into dream she remembered a time when she was a real person, with a real name and a real family.
Yes.
Once she had been Samantha Jean Johnson-and she had been damned proud of it too. That was before sex destroyed her.
It ate away at her soul until she was no longer a real human being. How had it all started? Of course.
It started with Daddy.
*****
Daddy came into Samantha Jean's room when she was diddling herself.
"Ooooops, I guess I should have knocked before coming in," he said.
She had been on her back, knees upraised and pressed together, rubbing the side of her palm up and down as fast as she could against the upper half of her cunt slash.
She clenched her knees to her chest and hugged them when Daddy entered, of course. Her face turned very red.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about," the man said.
"No?"
"No. Masturbation is perfectly natural," the man said. "It is?"
"Sure. Go ahead. Finish."
"Daddy!"
"Maybe I should finish for you," he said. He lowered her knees and opened her thighs. "Daddy, what are you-" Daddy rubbed her clit. "Feel good?"
"Ummmm, yummy."
He made her come.
"YOU ARE GIVING ME THE FLESHQUAKE, DADDY!" the girl said.
Then he pulled his finger away. He sniffed his finger a little.
"Do you like the way I smell, Daddy?" the girl said.
"Very much, sweetheart, very much indeed," the man said.
Daddy pushed his finger between her inner cunt lips slowly.
"What are you going to do now, Daddy?" the girl said.
"I am going to check something?" the man said. "Checking for my cherry?"
"Yes."
"It is still there."
"So it is."
"I am thoroughly unfucked."
"Not for much longer."
"No?"
"Uh uh," the man said. "How come?"
"Your cherry needs to be popped."
"But-by whom?"
"By me."
"Daddy, that is INCEST!"
"So?"
"It is society's strictest taboo."
"I don't give a fuck, society is not here," the man said.
Daddy pushed the girl onto her back and mounted her, simultaneously pulling down his own pants and underwear.
*****
Samantha Jean could feel the man's cock pressing against the mouth of her unfucked fuck hole. Samantha Jean tried to imagine how far inside her underbelly the tip of the man's cock was going to have to push before her inner cunt lips would have the honor of gripping his fleshy pole at the very hilt. Samantha Jean tried to imagine how far her inner cunt lips were going to have to open to take just the head of his cock-but it was impossible. Her imagination refused to conjure such an image.
Then he shoved down hard with the head of his cock and what she previously could not imagine became part of her reality, part of her memory. She could feel her inner cunt lips opening further than they had ever opened before. She could feel her inner cunt lips opening further than she would have thought possible. Her cunt flesh stretched taut. She figured that her pussy really would have torn wide open if his cock had been a fraction of an inch thicker. The tip of his cock pressed her cherry. He stabbed down hard again. POP! Her cherry popped. Her hymen tore away forever. Her precious maidenhead was no more. She could feel herself bleeding from her recently opened wound. Daddy could tell that, in spite of the fact that her cherry was gone forever, it was still going to be no easy task to get the entire length of his cock inside her. He knew that her internal tissues were all shriveled and closed from lack of use. He pried her open using his mammoth member as his only tool. He impaled her and then he fucked her. Samantha Jean's father fucked the girl until she came and then came again, in a brand new way. Samantha Jean came deep-vaginally.
*****
Samantha Jean's love affair with sex was instantaneous.
She went from virgin to nympho in one fell swoop. Then the business with Mr. Geyser started up and all hell broke loose.
THREE
It was several weeks later, and Samantha Jean was in the mood to broaden her sexual horizons. Her opportunity came one Friday afternoon after school when she ran into her favorite schoolteacher, Mr. Geyser, Boscoe Geyser, her English teacher. He was very handsome.
Sammy had never been the sort of chick to beat around the bush.
"Hi, Mr. Geyser, you sure are looking HOT today," she said. "Thanks, Sam."
"You like me?"
"Why sure."
"Think I look cute?"
"Uh huh."
"Like my cheerleading outfit."
"Oh yeah!"
"Take me home?"
"Do you know what you are saying?"
"Precisely."
"We have to be discreet."
"Discretion is my middle name," Samantha Jean said.
The cheerleader found that the schoolteacher's apartment was small, but cozy. They got naked. "Nice place."
"Thanks."
"You horny, Mr. Geyser?"
"You bet."
"Me too. But-" She paused. "Go on," he said. "I am horny in a weird way."
"Oh. Are you in the mood for weird sex?"
"Maybe-even though I'm not quite sure I know what that means."
"I am going to fuck you where you have never been fucked before," Boscoe Geyser said.
"What does that mean?" Samantha Jean said. There was a note of fear in Samantha Jean's voice.
"It means I am going to fuck you where the sun don't shine," Boscoe Geyser said. "Huh?"
"I am going to fuck you in the ass!" Boscoe Geyser said.
"Ummmmmmmm, yummy," Samantha Jean said.
"You like the idea of getting buggered?" Boscoe Geyser said.
"Oh yes, I think that it is a splendid idea," Samantha Jean said. "Why?"
"I don't know. I thrive on sex acts that are brand new," Samantha Jean said.
"Is that the only reason?" Boscoe Geyser said.
"No, that is not the only reason," Samantha Jean said.
"Tell me more," Boscoe Geyser said. "I also feel horny down there," Samantha Jean said.
"In your asshole?"
"That's right."
"I understand."
"I feel so dirty."
"Hush."
"I feel deviate."
"Stop-"
"I feel perverted-"
"It is normal-"
"I want to get fucked in the ass," Samantha Jean said.
"I understand."
"I can feel the tingling of desire starting in my asshole."
"Good."
"I can feel that desire spreading inward, deeper into my ass."
"Really?"
"Yes, already the desire is filling my sphincter muscle."
"Fantastic."
"I can feel the desire spreading into the pit of my bowels."
"Dynamite."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I need to be violently reamed," the girl said. "Super."
"I can feel the throbbing in my asshole getting worse and worse."
"Let it grow."
"I can feel a focal point for my deep anal desire forming now."
"A focal point?"
"That's right. I can feel the center of my deep-anal yearning."
"Where?"
"It is at the very pit of my bowels," Samantha Jean said.
'At the stinkiest core of your womanhood," the man said.
"That's right, that's it exactly," Samantha Jean said.
*****
"Since you have never been fucked in the ass before, we must prepare," Boscoe Geyser said. "Prepare?"
"That's right. I will hurt you badly if I just ream you."
"It's funny-"
"What is?"
"My ass feels like it wants to be hurt badly," Samantha Jean said.
"I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to," Boscoe Geyser said.
"I believe I have heard that line before," the man said.
"From liars?"
"Always."
Boscoe Geyser laughed.
"What sort of preparations must be made?" the girl said.
"You must be thoroughly purged and lubricated," Boscoe Geyser said.
"I see. No, I don't see. What does that mean?" Samantha Jean said.
"It means that you are going to have your inner bowels cleansed."
"Cleansed?"
"Washed out. Purged of their poisons," Boscoe Geyser said. "Oh."
"You are going to receive an enema," Boscoe Geyser said. "Oh."
"You are going to receive a HUGE enema," Boscoe Geyser said. "I see."
"Do you know what an enema is?" Boscoe Geyser asked happily. "Yes."
"Tell me."
"That's what they give old people in the hospital," Samantha Jean said.
"That's right. And why are the old people given enemas?" Boscoe Geyser said.
"To make them shit," Samantha Jean said.
"That's correct," Samantha Jean said.
"Do I get a gold star?" Samantha Jean said.
"Don't get cute," Boscoe Geyser said.
"I can't help it," Samantha Jean said.
"True enough, darling," Boscoe Geyser said. "You are going to make me shit?" Samantha Jean said.
"It is going to be the ultimate humiliation," Boscoe Geyser said.
"If it isn't, it is close," Samantha Jean said with a shiver.
"It is going to be unadulterated degradation," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Oh my. I am going to be stripped of my self-worth?" Samantha Jean said.
"That's right. I am going to remove your ego," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Yes, you are going to sexually brainwash me!" Samantha Jean said.
"I think that is a very good way of putting it," Boscoe Geyser said.
'Accurate?"
'Accurate enough," Boscoe Geyser said.
*****
"You will come with me now into the bathroom," Boscoe Geyser said. "Okay."
Boscoe Geyser thought Samantha Jean looked very cute, nude, marching into the John, titties bouncing up and joy, firm with youth.
"I want you to get into the bathtub now," the man said.
"Do you want me to stretch out on my belly?" the cheerleader said.
"No, no, no, I want you to remain standing," the man said.
"Okay."
"I want you to turn so that you are facing the shower nozzle."
"Gotcha."
"Move your feet as far apart in the tub as you can get them," Boscoe Geyser said.
Samantha Jean could feel the white porcelain cool on her feet.
"Like this?" Samantha Jean said.
She pushed her feet apart until her ankles touched the sides.
"My thighs are parted to an obtuse angle," the girl said.
"That is perfect, simply perfect," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Now what do I do?" Samantha Jean asked in a high-pitched voice.
"I want you to jackknife at the waist," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Okay."
"Place your palms flat on the tiled wall before you," he said.
"Right."
Boscoe Geyser could see that Samantha Jean's tits grew as she did this.
"Lovely," Boscoe Geyser said.
He knew the growth in Samantha Jean's tits was due to gravity. The force of gravity was completely in the favor of Samantha Jean's tits at that deli-ciously sexy moment.
"So precious," Boscoe Geyser said.
"You are purring," Samantha Jean said.
"You are making me purr," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Where is the enema bag?" Samantha Jean said.
"It is in the dirty clothes hamper. I will get it," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Do."
"Here it is," Boscoe Geyser said, reaching down to the bottom of the hamper. "May I look?"
"Yes."
"It looks like a hot water bottle, huh?" the girl, said.
"Yes, with one obvious difference," Boscoe Geyser said.
"There is a long rubber hose dangling from it," Samantha Jean said.
"Yes. That is for the water to flow down into your ass."
"I figured. There is a metallic clamp on the hose," Samantha Jean said.
"Yes, it looks like a roach-clip," Boscoe Geyser exclaimed.
"Why is that clamp there on that hose?" Samantha Jean said.
"That is to prevent the water from flowing out prematurely," Boscoe Geyser said.
"I see."
*****
Samantha Jean found herself looking at the plastic enema nozzle.
"The nozzle is longer than it has to be," the girl said.
"It is just long enough, I assure you," Boscoe Geyser said.
"The enema nozzle is four and a half inches long," Samantha Jean said.
"Yes, I think that ought to do the trick," the man said.
"It is long enough to be correctly termed a syringe," Samantha Jean said.
"That is what they are called in the drug store," Boscoe Geyser said.
'And the nozzle is so bizarrely shaped," the girl said.
"What is bizarre about the shape?" Boscoe Geyser asked.
"It most certainly was not designed for easy insertion," Samantha Jean said.
"No, I suppose it wasn't," Boscoe Geyser said with a laugh.
"It is thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base," Samantha Jean said.
"There is a reason for that design," Boscoe Geyser said.
"What is it? I cannot figure it out," Samantha Jean said.
"The tip of the nozzle pushes into your colon," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Right up past my tight tubular sphincter?" the girl said.
"That's right. Your asshole grips at the base," Boscoe Geyser said.
'And that effectively locks the tip inside," the girl said.
"Right."
"It will take a sharp tug to get the nozzle back out of my ass," Samantha Jean said.
"Yes, after the syringe has been deeply inserted," Boscoe Geyser said.
"I can see that there are many holes in the syringe's tip," Samantha Jean said.
"Yes."
"Those perforations are for easy water flow?" Samantha Jean said. "Precisely."
"The enema bag is sure is big," Samantha Jean said with awe in her voice, her eyes opening wide for a moment.
"It is bigger than you expected it would be," Boscoe Geyser said with a toothy grin. He liked the way Samantha Jean peaked around sideways to look at the rubber bag he was holding up.
"Much."
"It needs to be big. I give big ones," Boscoe Geyser said.
"That bag must hold many quarts of water," the girl said. "Yes."
"How much water are you going to put in the bag?" Samantha Jean said.
"I am going to fill it to the brim, of course," Boscoe Geyser said.
'And how much of that water will I be expected to take?"
"Why, you would be expected to take all of it, of course."
"But there is no way my bowels will hold all of that water."
"You are going to have to learn the technique," Boscoe Geyser said.
"What, what, what is the technique?" Samantha Jean stammered.
"You must relax all of the muscles around your colon, sweetheart."
"Okay."
"While simultaneously tensing your asshole desperately," Boscoe Geyser said.
"It, it, it, it sounds impossible," Samantha Jean stuttered.
"You will get the knack of it," Boscoe Geyser said. "I am going to have to learn quick," Samantha Jean said.
"Damn quick."
"Once the water starts to flow there won't be much time."
"No, you are going to have to react pronto," the man said.
Boscoe Geyser began to rinse the bag off in the bathroom sunk.
"What temperature are you going to make the water?" Samantha Jean said.
"I am going to make the water very hot," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Scalding?"
"Just shy of scalding, I promise," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Why so hot?" Samantha Jean said. "You are being cleansed, remember?" Boscoe Geyser said. "Oh yeah."
*****
Boscoe Geyser filled the bag all the way to the brim with steamy hot water just as he had promised and he attached the bag to the overhead chrome pole that was usually used exclusively to support the plastic shower Curtain.
The hose dangled downward. The enema syringe swung back and forth like a pendulum. Boscoe Geyser reached into the tub.
He rubbed her ass. Boscoe Geyser massaged Samantha Jean's ass.
Boscoe Geyser then worked the fingers of his left hand, turning his thumb downward and approaching back-hand, right into the crack of Samantha Jean's tender ass.
Boscoe Geyser pushed his fingertips deeper and deeper into the cleavage between Samantha Jean's firm yet supple fanny cakes.
Boscoe Geyser did not stop pushing his fingertips closer and closer to Samantha Jean's bung hole until the tip of his middle finger was only a millimeter away from the supererogenous mucous membranes at the puckered mouth of Samantha Jean's rectum. Samantha Jean whimpered.
Boscoe Geyser curled his fingers at the knuckles and used the tips of his fingers to pucker the flesh. He then began to tug Samantha Jean's sweet buttocks open. Slowly.
Ceremoniously.
Boscoe Geyser tugged Samantha Jean's ass cheeks open as far as they could go. Samantha Jean was gasping to catch her breath.
Samantha Jean could feel the skin in the cleavage between her supple buttocks stretching taut. The cheerleader whined.
"You are opening my ass cheeks so very far," the girl said.
"Only temporarily, sweetheart, only temporarily," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I think I NEED to be purged," the girl said.
"Of course you do, darling, of course you do," Boscoe Geyser said.
"How does my asshole look?"
"I have pulled the ass cheeks so far apart that even some of the puckers in your asshole are smoothed with my exertion."
"Oh my."
"I can part my fingers a little more, you see, and I can part your ass cheeks and your pussy lips simultaneously. "
"Feels so good."
"Would you like me to rub at your pussy lips, like this?"
Boscoe Geyser rubbed at her outer labia from the base to the top of her gash.
"Rub at my juicy cunt a little bit," Samantha Jean said happily.
"You do not want me to diddle your clit to orgasm?" Boscoe Geyser said.
"No."
"How come?"
"I came in here to get purged, and I want to get on with the action!"
"Right."
*****
Boscoe Geyser held the enema syringe in his right thumb and forefinger.
"Your asshole is opening and closing rhythmically," Boscoe Geyser said.
"That is my nether eye winking at you," Samantha Jean said.
Boscoe Geyser pushed the nozzle in between Samantha Jean's ass cheeks.
"I can feel the tingling in my bung growing worse," Samantha Jean said.
Boscoe Geyser ran the tip of the plastic enema nozzle up and down the entire length of the crack of the girl's ass.
Boscoe Geyser ran the tip of the syringe all the way from the base of Samantha Jean's pussy to the y-shaped cleft at the very top of the crack of her ass. So precious, so cute, so wonderful.
Boscoe Geyser could not help but notice that Samantha Jean was whimpering and whining and moaning and groaning worst of all when the blunt tip of the plastic perforated nozzle made direct contact with her quivering anus.
Boscoe Geyser stopped moving the tip of the nozzle up and down hen the tip was poised right on the precious pink asterisk of Samantha Jean's asshole.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
"Here we go."
"Do it."
Boscoe Geyser snapped his extraordinarily strong wrist hard.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"Open, baby."
"Yeah."
"It is slipping inside," Boscoe Geyser said.
"Deeper."
'All the way in."
"I can feel the tip pushing right up past my tight tubular sphincter muscle, right up into my colon, just like it is supposed to. I can feel my asshole gripping at the skinny base of the nozzle, just like it is supposed to," Samantha Jean said.
"I am going to give the hose a little tug now, sweetheart, to make sure the nozzle is locked inside properly," Boscoe Geyser said.
Boscoe Geyser tugged.
The syringe was locked inside Samantha Jean's tender, virginal asshole.
FOUR
Mr. Geyser wasted no time getting the purging process started.
"I am removing the clamp from the hose," the schoolteacher said.
"Okay, do it. I am ready for the rush of water," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser removed the clamp. The steamy water began to flow.
"OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!"
Samantha Jean said, her body jerking.
The cheerleader's body jerked violently as the water entered her colon.
"OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!"
Samantha Jean said, grinding her teeth.
Mr. Geyser could see that Samantha Jean's facial features contorted.
"What is the matter with you?" the schoolteacher said.
"The water-"
"What about it?"
"Too hot!"
"You feel as if you are scalding?" the schoolteacher said.
"Yes, my inner ass, my inner ass is scalding," Samantha Jean said.
"That is just an illusion. You are all right. You will get used to it," the schoolteacher said.
The little girl's first instinct, of course, was to shit the water right back out. The cheerleader knew that would be a mistake.
Somehow, though she never figured out how, she managed to relax all of the muscles around her colon while tensing her asshole simultaneously. She could feel herself filling.
The cheerleader could feel the real pain starting as her bowels were forced to stretch to accommodate the water.
The cheerleader could feel her sweat running cold as she filled. She looked down and she could see that her lower belly was bloating outward.
The cheerleader could feel cramps starting in her mid-section. The cheerleader could feel the cramps ripping through her belly.
She was glad that the schoolteacher had been smart enough to put her in the tub jackknifed at the waist-because her cramps would have only have forced her into that position anyway.
"I, I, I, cannot hold anymore water," Samantha Jean said.
The little girl sounded increasingly hysterical as she spoke.
"You have no choice. The bag is only three-quarters empty."
"Ohhhhhhhh, you make me feel as if I am going to burst," Samantha Jean said.
"Relax, relax those all-important muscles around your colon."
"Ohhhhhhh, you are going to make my fucking bowels explode!"
"Take it, girl, take all of that water up inside your ass."
"It is incredible, it is incredible, the pain, the pain-"
"Just a few more drops to go, now," the schoolteacher said.
"I AM GOING TO BURST! I AM GOING TO BURST!" the girl said.
"There, that's the last of it. Good girl," the man said.
The cheerleader would never in a million years figure out how she did it.
"Pull the plug, pull the plug on my ass!" the girl said.
"Okay, just a second, sweetheart," the schoolteacher said.
Mr. Geyser again pulled Samantha Jean's ass cheeks open.
He yanked the nozzle from her bung with his free hand.
"You may release the water now, sweetheart," the man said.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Samantha Jean said.
These were the sweetest words Samantha Jean had ever heard.
*****
The little girl wasted no time complying with the man's instructions. The cheerleader instantly clamped down hard on all of the muscles surrounding her colon.
The cheerleader then relaxed her asshole. She relaxed her bung for the first time in what felt like ages.
The cheerleader knew that the result was going to be violent. She was right. Her asshole opened until it was gaping.
The cheerleader could feel her bung hole blustering violently and noisily. The cheerleader released a thunderous fart.
FFFRRRAAAPPP!
It was the loudest fart the schoolteacher had ever heard-and that was saying something. Mr. Geyser had heard more than his share of stinky farts in his day, and he was proud of it.
Then the water began to gush out of Samantha Jean's gaping asshole.
Mr. Geyser could see that the shit-water was stained the color of rust by the inside of the girl's bowels.
"Ohhhhhhh, it feels so good, so good," Samantha Jean said.
Her feet were swimming inside the tub with the shit-water.
"It feels so motherfucking good to release the water!" Samantha Jean said.
"That's the whole idea sweetheart," the schoolteacher said.
The cheerleader reached down with her right hand and clawed her inner thigh.
"Releasing the water is making me feel so hot," Samantha Jean said.
The cheerleader began to rub her fingertips at her outer cunt lips.
"The entire room stinks with the scent of your bowels," the schoolteacher said.
The cheerleader began to rub her clit so that magic happened.
"I am coming and shitting at the same time!" the girl said.
It was true.
The cheerleader would not have thought it possible unless she had felt it for herself. Her mind was boggled.
The cheerleader could feel the muscles in her legs getting increasingly weak.
She could feel her shapely gams turning into cream soda. The girl could feel her knees getting shaky.
The cheerleader was not at all sure ho much longer her legs were going to be willing to support the weight of her body. Then her legs did give out.
The cheerleader collapsed into the tub and she began to swim around with her shit-water. The last of the water oozed from her bowels.
Sludge.
The cheerleader rubbed the tip of her right forefinger back and forth across her clit as hard and fast as she could until her come was over.
*****
"How was that?" the schoolteacher asked.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it was fantastic."
"You complained so, too."
"The pain was worthwhile."
"The release is what feels good."
"That's why the enema has to be so big, right?" Samantha Jean said. "That's right."
"I certainly have made a mess of myself," the girl said.
"I expected that. Purging is a messy business," the schoolteacher said.
"Help me up, I have to get myself cleaned up," Samantha Jean said.
"Okay. I'll turn on the shower. How does your ass feel?"
"My asshole feels hornier than ever!" Samantha Jean said.
"Excellent. My cock is hard and ready for you," the schoolteacher said.
"Come in here and take a shower with me," the girl said.
"Sounds good." He did. They washed each other with soapy fingers.
"Ooooooh, I love the way you wash my tits," the girl said.
"I love the way you wash my cock and balls," the man said.
"Wash my tender asshole, ummmmmmmm, that feels real good."
Mr. Geyser turned off the water and they stepped out of the tub.
"I have big fluffy towels waiting for us," the man said.
"Ummmmmmm, they are so warm and soft," Samantha Jean said.
After drying thoroughly they returned into the bedroom.
*****
"Now I am going to lubricate your asshole," the man said.
"What are you going to use for lubrication?" the girl said.
"I have some K-Y Jelly that should do the trick," the schoolteacher said.
"I heard that K-Y is the BEST!" Samantha Jean said enthusiastically.
"It is the slipperiest stuff in the world," the man said.
"Just tell me what I have to do and I'll do it," Samantha Jean said.
"I want you to stretch out on the bed on your belly," the schoolteacher said.
"Okie-dokie," Samantha Jean said in a voice that was so high in pitch that she sounded a good deal younger than she actually was-and that was saying something.
Mr. Geyser squirted a snake of jelly onto his right fingertips and used his left hand to pull the girl's ass cheeks apart as far as they would go.
Mr. Geyser slapped the cool jelly onto Samantha Jean's fanny hole.
"Ummmmmmmm, do good, so good, ummmmmmm," Samantha Jean said.
"You like the way the jelly feels on your rectum?" the schoolteacher said.
"So slippery."
"I am rubbing the stuff all around in a slow circle," the schoolteacher said. "I can feel it."
"Now I am going to push some of the jelly inside your ass."
"That sounds like a good idea to me," Samantha Jean said.
"I am going to push jelly inside your ass with my right middle finger."
"Your longest finger," Samantha Jean said.
"That's right. I want to push the jelly inside you ass as deeply as I can," the schoolteacher said.
So the schoolteacher placed the tip of his right middle finger on her asshole and he pushed. The cheerleader felt her asshole open. The cheerleader could feel the schoolteacher's finger pushing inside.
"Yeah, finger-fuck me! Finger-fuck my asshole!" Samantha Jean said.
"Your asshole is so incredibly tight," the schoolteacher exclaimed.
"Oh, deeper, deeper, deeper inside my ass," the girl said.
"Ummmmmmmm, my fingertips is pushing past your sphincter now," the schoolteacher said.
"I can feel you touching my colon, ohhhhhhhh," Samantha Jean said.
"I am pushing the entire length of my finger inside you," the schoolteacher said.
"Uhhhhhhh, the sensation, the sensation-" the girl said.
"What about the sensation, sweetheart?" the schoolteacher questioned.
"The sensation is so intense, so intense," the girl said.
"It is nothing."
"Nothing? How can you say that?" Samantha Jean said.
"It is nothing compared to the sensations you will know when I do the same thing with my largest finger of all."
"The finger that grew between your legs?" the girl said.
"That's right."
"You are correct, of course."
"Of course," the schoolteacher said.
*****
Mr. Geyser pushed the tip of his finger into her ass as deeply as it could go, just as he had promised.
Mr. Geyser pushed his finger inside Samantha Jean's nether eye until her rectum gripped the schoolteacher's finger at the third knuckle.
Mr. Geyser wiggled his finger around inside her asshole. Mr. Geyser allowed the tip of his finger to touch here, there and everywhere.
Mr. Geyser then began to work his finger in and out of the hole.
The cheerleader could feel her asshole being pushed and pulled by his finger.
Still, it did not take the girl very long at all to figure out that the schoolteacher's finger, even his longest and thickest finger, was nowhere near long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep-anal craving.
Mr. Geyser finger-fucked the asshole slowly at first.
But the schoolteacher steadily increased the tempo of his in and out fucking motion until he was finger-fucking Samantha Jean's rectum as hard and fast as he could. Still-It was only a tease.
This rapid finger-fucking was only making the desire inside her ass, the desire for cock meat, grow that much worse.
She could feel the maddening itch of sexual desire deep up inside her as demanding to be scratched. The cheerleader knew by this time that the appeasement of her deep-anal yearning, the satisfaction of the horniness inside her ass, was a task that was reserved exclusively for the schoolteacher's fat prick.
*****
Mr. Geyser sensed that he was only teasing Samantha Jean with the finger-fucking he was expertly administering upon Samantha Jean's bung.
Mr. Geyser pulled his finger all the way out of her asshole. He pulled the tip of his finger out of her anus slowly so that her asshole would not be forced to slam shut on her. Mr. Geyser knew how uncomfortable that could be. After all, that was why loaves of shit were tapered.
Mr. Geyser sniffed his fingertip.
Clean.
Clean as a whistle.
The enema had done the trick. Mr. Geyser knew that he could fuck Samantha Jean's ass without worrying about getting shit all over his rock-hard pecker pole.
"What are you going to do now?" Samantha Jean questioned.
"Now I am going to lubricate my pecker," the schoolteacher said.
"Good idea."
"The initial penetration of your asshole will be easier if both pole and hole are lubricated."
He smeared the K-Y Jelly up and down the entire length of his cock shaft.
Then the schoolteacher put a little extra jelly on the head of his cock, where he knew the slippery stuff would do the most good.
Mr. Geyser gave Samantha Jean a slap right across the cheeks of her ass.
"Owwwwwwww, what the hell was that for?" the girl said.
"That was just to get your attention," the schoolteacher said. "Why?"
"I want you to get into position," the schoolteacher said.
"You want me to get on my hands and knees?" the girl said.
"I think getting on your elbows and knees would be better."
"Okay."
The cheerleader quickly got into place. She had her elbows and her knees on the bed. "I need it," she said.
The cheerleader had her forearms and her palms flat on the bed. "Please," she said.
The cheerleader had her fingers straight at the knuckles and parted.
"Your cock, I need it," she said.
The cheerleader knelt with her knees on the bed very far apart.
The cheerleader's knees were so far apart that her inner thighs had parted to a right angle, far enough for her ass cheeks to part a little bit on their own.
The cheerleader could feel the schoolteacher kneeling at her rear.
*****
For a moment she could feel the head of his greased cock throbbing against the y-shaped cleft at the very top of the crack of her ass.
"Ummmmmmmm, I need your cock inside me so badly!"
Mr. Geyser used his left hand to pull her ass cheeks apart.
"Ohhhhhhhh, the anxiety in my asshole is getting intense."
Mr. Geyser made a fist around the shaft of his cock with his right hand.
"Please, I need to be reamed, I need to be reamed," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the entire length of the crack of Samantha Jean's ass. She liked that. "Feel good?"
"Yummy."
Mr. Geyser ran the tip of his cock from the top of the crack of her ass all the way down to the base of her pussy.
Then back again.
Just as had been the case when the schoolteacher did the same thing with the enema nozzle, Samantha Jean whimpered and whines with her acute horniness each and every time the tip of the schoolteacher's prick made direct contact with the supererogenous and hypersensitive mucous membranes at the mouth of her rectum. Mr. Geyser stopped moving the head of his cock up and down with the tip was poised directly on her anus.
*****
Mr. Geyser adjusted his hips, he raised his ass a couple of inches and leaned forward. Mr. Geyser wanted to make sure that the shaft of his cock was at the appropriate angle for deep-anal penetration.
"Please-"
"Yes?"
"Give it to me."
"Yes."
"Give me your cock."
"Yes."
"Fuck my ass."
"Yeah, baby."
"Ream me deep."
"I will."
Mr. Geyser tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass. Mr. Geyser pressed his ass cheeks together as tightly as he could get them. Mr. Geyser made the cheeks of his ass as hard as a pair of rocks. The man had his ass cheeks so tensed and pressed together so tightly that the world's strongest man would not have been able to pry them apart-even if he were allowed to use a crow bar to do his prying.
"Push it in me."
"Yeah, baby."
"Bugger me brutally."
"Easy, sweetheart."
"Sodomize me savagely."
"Easy."
Mr. Geyser took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs with air. He released the air slowly and began to push forward with his masculinely narrow lower torso.
*****
"Push inside."
"Relax your ass."
"I am trying."
"Try harder."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"Open up for me."
"It is impossible," she said.
"The hell it is," the schoolteacher replied.
Boscoe Geyser was going to get his dick inside Samantha Jean's pooper if he had to go to hell and back trying.
FIVE
"Oh God," she said. "Baby," he whimpered. "I feel so FRUSTRATED!"
"Ease up."
Mr. Geyser was smart enough in the ways of sex to know that there was only one thing that could get his thick cock up inside that super-tight and virginal asshole.
Brute force.
Luckily for the both of them, brute force was something of which he had plenty. Mr. Geyser again inhaled deeply and completely filled his lungs with air.
This time he did not let the air out of his lungs slowly. This time the schoolteacher grunted out the air harshly.
Simultaneously, the schoolteacher stabbed forward with his hips. Samantha Jean's asshole opened all right. Her asshole opened further than she would have thought possible.
She could feel her asshole opening into a gaping mouth-just like it did when she first released the enema water.
This time, the cheerleader could tell that her bung hole was not going to stop opening until it had opened wide enough for the schoolteacher's pecker head to fit inside.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel it happening now!" the girl said.
"Yeah, you are opening up for me now, baby," the man said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel your cock head entering," the cheerleader said.
"Soon you will feel the entire length of my pole," the schoolteacher said.
"I can feel my asshole opening further than ever before!" the cheerleader said.
"You are sure my cock is thicker than any of your turds?"
"I am positive. There is no doubt in my mind," the cheerleader said.
Samantha Jean could feel her asshole gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the top of the shaft of the man's cock, just below the lower rim of the schoolteacher's bulbous purple cock head. Samantha Jean could tell that the schoolteacher was not bluffing when he said he was going to push the entire length of his cock up inside her ass.
"Oh God-"
"How do you feel?"
"Like I am taking a wicked shit-only backwards," the cheerleader said.
Mr. Geyser pushed the tip of his cock right up inside her sphincter. She could feel the horrible pain in her asshole spreading to fill her loins. She could feel the pain in the soft flesh of her underbelly. Mr. Geyser kept pushing. Mr. Geyser always kept pushing. Mr. Geyser's ass cheeks were tensed and pressed together as tightly as ever.
"The pain, the pain is so severe," the cheerleader said.
"Yes."
"Your cock, your cock, your cock is so relentless," the cheerleader said. "Yes."
"I can feel you driving fire into my ass," the girl said.
"Good."
"I can feel you pushing right up past my sphincter," the cheerleader said.
"I can feel it too sweetheart," the schoolteacher said.
"I can feel you pushing your cock into my colon," the cheerleader said. "Ummmmmmmm."
"I can feel my internal passageway being stretched and straightened to accommodate your massive and mammoth member," the cheerleader said.
"I can feel your asshole gripping hard at my pecker pole," the schoolteacher said.
"Ummmmmmm," the cheerleader said, pressing her fleshy lips together.
"You sound like you initial pain is lessening," the schoolteacher said.
"It is true. I can feel the sharpness of the pain diminishing."
"You sound as if you are beginning to enjoy this ass fuck."
"It's true. I can feel the sharp pain dulling into an ache." 'An ache?"
"Yes, it is an ache that is blending perfectly with the ache of desire I have been feeling all along inside my ass. I can feel the tip of your cock getting closer and closer to the focal point of my deep anal desire. Oooooooooh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, I can tell that it is going to feel EXTREMELY good when you touch the magic spot with your hard-on."
"Your ass is so very tight. You can feel your pain and your pleasure blending, sweetheart?" the man said.
"They are becoming all but indistinguishable in the reeling gray matter of my brain," the cheerleader said.
"Good."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel you touching deep places," she said. "Yes."
"I can feel you touching intimate places," the girl said.
"Internal places."
"I can feel you touching feminine places," the girl said.
"Stinky places."
"You are driving, driving into my stinkiest core!" the cheerleader said.
Then the cheerleader felt sharp pains inside her ass. She let out sharp cried is pain as her facial features contorted.
"OWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW!" the cheerleader said.
Samantha Jean could tell that there were now places inside her ass where her internal tubing was being forced by the schoolteacher's cock to stretch and straighten further than the cheerleader's bowels were supposed to stretch and straighten.
Samantha Jean could tell that her internal tissues were tearing. Samantha Jean could tell that Mr. Geyser was opening wounds within her with his mammoth member. Samantha Jean could feel something wet and sticky up inside her ass, something that was coating the head and then the shaft of the schoolteacher's cock. It took the girl a moment or two to figure out what this substance was. Then it occurred to the cheerleader, as if a figurative light bulb had gone on over her head. Samantha Jean realized that this was blood she was feeling inside her ass. Samantha Jean knew at that moment that there was going to be blood on the man's tube steak when the brutal buggery was completed. Samantha Jean knew that the schoolteacher's cock was going to be wearing a crimson coat by the time the savage sodomy was finished.
*****
Mr. Geyser pushed until his cock was all the way inside her ass.
"I cannot believe how deep the tip of your cock is inside me."
"Do your nerve-endings go inside that deep?" the man said.
"Oh yes, I can feel every millimeter of your tube steak."
"Good. My ram rod can feel every inch of your inner ass."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I want you to fuck me. I need it so bad," she said.
"Do you want me to ream your ass gingerly?" the man said.
"No."
"You want me to bugger your bottom roughly?" the man said.
"Ummmmmmmmm, yes, I sure do," the cheerleader said.
"Do you want me to fuck your anus slowly, sweetheart?" the schoolteacher said.
"No," the cheerleader said, shaking her head from side to side.
Samantha Jean was still on her elbows and her knees. Samantha Jean's chin was very close to the bed as she shook her head.
"Do you want me to ball your fanny fast?" the man said.
"Yes."
"Very fast?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to fuck your asshole as hard and fast as I can?" the schoolteacher said.
"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" the cheerleader said.
"Do you want me to fuck your asshole inside out?" the schoolteacher said.
"YESSSSSSSS!" the cheerleader said, hissing the sound like a snake.
'AH in good time, my little pretty, all in good time," the schoolteacher said.
"You are a motherfucking tease!" the cheerleader said.
"True."
Mr. Geyser continued to press forward with his masculinely narrow lower torso, in spite of the fact that his cock was already all the way inside her asshole.
This created the illusion within the little girl that the tip of the schoolteacher's cock was sinking even deeper into her inner ass, in spite of the fact-of course-that this was impossible. Mr. Geyser pressed his loins against the cheerleader's ass cheeks. Mr. Geyser flattened the cheerleader's buttocks against his loins.
*****
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck!"
"Soon."
"Ohhhhhhhh," the cheerleader moaned. Samantha Jean's moan perfectly communicated the combination of desire and frustration she was experiencing as Mr. Geyser lingered with his cock all the way inside her asshole. Mr. Geyser had pushed forward with his own tensed and pressed together buttocks until the girl's asshole was gripping his fleshy sword at the very hilt.
Mr. Geyser pushed forward with his narrow hips until his pubic bush was pressed flat against the y-shaped cleft at the very top of the crack of the girl's ass.
Mr. Geyser pushed forward with his own buttocks until his huge dangling balls were resting against the outer edges of the cheerleader's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. Samantha Jean could feel her natural lubrication streaming down the inside of her thighs out of her drooling cunt as the schoolteacher rammed the entire length of his throbbing dong inside her formerly virginal and now bleeding inner ass.
Mr. Geyser began to gyrate his hips. Mr. Geyser began to shove his cock head and his cock shaft inside the cheerleader's asshole. Mr. Geyser used his tool to stretch the cheerleader's rectum, the cheerleaders sphincter muscle, and the walls of the cheerleader's colon in every possible direction.
*****
Then, after what seemed like an eternity to the little girl, the schoolteacher began to withdraw. To the girl's dismay, the schoolteacher withdrew every bit as slowly as he had originally penetrated. Mr. Geyser withdrew only a millimeter at a time. For a moment there, however, the cheerleader had been able to feel the itch inside her ass being scratched. She had felt a rush of pleasure shooting up her backbone. The rush of deep-anal pleasure made it from the cheerleader's bowels to the base of the cheerleader's skull, where the sensation paused, stopped and retreated back down toward her ass once again.
The pleasure pulled up just short of convulsive. Samantha Jean began to think that something really wonderful was soon going to happen inside her ass. Like coming and shitting at the same time, something was about to happen to the cheerleader that had never happened to her before-that she previously would have thought impossible. Samantha Jean could tell that she was about to come in a brand new way. The girl could tell that she was soon going to come in a way that had nothing to do with her clit or her inner cunt. Samantha Jean could tell that the schoolteacher was going to make her come inside her ass. Mr. Geyser withdrew until, once again, only the tip of his cock was inside her ass. Mr. Geyser left just enough cock meat inside the cheerleader's asshole to keep the pink asterisk from slamming shut on him. Mr. Geyser once again took a deep breath. Mr. Geyser filled his lungs with air. Mr. Geyser grunted out all of that air simultaneously. Mr. Geyser stabbed forward with his narrow hips as hard as he could. Mr. Geyser stabbed the entire length of his mammoth member up inside the cheerleader's previously virginal asshole in one fell swoop. Samantha Jean let out a grunting sound of her own, as if all of the wind had been knocked out of her. She could feel a fiery sensation in her ass. Samantha Jean could feel her asshole making a violent wet farting noise as the sudden penetration of the cock displaced gas and blood from her internal passageway, her tunnel of dark kinky lust.
*****
Samantha Jean's eyes opened wide when the schoolteacher drove the entire length of his cock into her at once.
Samantha Jean's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her irises. Her eyes felt swollen.
Samantha Jean could feel her eyes bulging and bugging outward. There was a frightening moment or two when the cheerleader feared that her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of her head because of the violent violation of her anus.
It occurred to the cheerleader only in retrospect, when all was said and done with the schoolteacher, that she was more stunned than injured by the violation of her bung hole by the schoolteacher's cock.
Samantha Jean had simply been unaware of the fact that it was possible for her inner ass to go from being completely empty to being completely full with that kind of extraordinary rapidity!
"So deep!"
"Yes."
"You are tearing me."
"Good."
"Making me bleed."
"I can feel you getting all wet inside," the schoolteacher said.
"Can you see blood, blood on your cock?" the girl said.
Mr. Geyser withdrew a second time and looked downward.
"Yes, I see a dark red substance on my meat loaf," he said.
Mr. Geyser began to fuck her with a smooth steady motion.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are driving deeper and deeper," the cheerleader said.
Mr. Geyser used the entire length of his cock with each stroke.
"You go from empty to full, empty to full," the man said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel you fucking faster and faster," the cheerleader said.
"I can see that there is more blood than before on my cock."
"I can feel the pleasure in my ass mounting stead-ily."
"The blood on my dick is gathering in a ring around the base."
"I can tell that my internal spasms will soon begin," she said.
"I will MAKE them begin, sweetheart," the schoolteacher said.
"OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!
OHHHHHHHH!" the cheerleader said.
Mr. Geyser drove his member into her fanny VERY hard.
"You are making me come inside my assssss!" the girl said.
"Yes, your asshole is sucking my cock harder than ever."
"Pump me harder! Pump my ass harder with your rod!" the cheerleader said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, tell me how you feel, sweetheart," the schoolteacher said.
"I feel as if I have been waiting my entire life on the sexual launching pad," the cheerleader said.
"Oh?"
"Yes, and now I have finally blasted off," the girl said.
"You are rising higher?"
"Higher and higher. Incredible. How do I explain?" the cheerleader said. "Try-"
"I am straddling the pointy nosecone of a rocket-ship," the cheerleader said. "I see."
"It is a cigar-shaped rocketship," the cheerleader said.
"Does this rocketship, by any chance, resemble my cock?"
"Yes, now that you mention it. WE are blasting off," she said.
"That's right," the schoolteacher said, pushing and pulling, pushing and-
"I can feel us already rising into the stratosphere," the cheerleader said.
"Yes, and still climbing," the schoolteacher proclaimed happily.
"I can feel us heading for the depths of outer space!"
"Dynamite."
"I can feel us heading toward the edges of the universe!"
"Go, baby, go."
"I can feel us heading for other galaxies," the girl said.
"You mean we are leaving the Milky Way?" the schoolteacher said.
"Yeah, we are far out now, me and your rocketship cock."
"Where are we?"
"We are headed into the Twilight Zone," the cheerleader said.
"I can dig it."
"We are headed into a parallel universe," the girl said.
"Right, go, baby, go!" the schoolteacher said. "We are headed into another dimension!" the cheerleader said. "Dimension."
"Yeah. I'm not sure what dimension it is. Maybe the fifth dimension."
"Excellent."
'Anyway, whatever it is called, we are in a dimension where time and space have completely ceased to exist."
"I feel it."
"We are in a place where only sensation exists," the cheerleader said. "I feel it!"
"We are in a place where only the intensity of sensation holds import," the cheerleader said. "I FEEL IT!"
"Yes, we are in the land of the sensates," the girl said.
"Let's stay here for a long time," the schoolteacher said.
*****
The little girl could feel the explosions of orgasmic pleasure starting in her bowels and spreading outward from there very rapidly. It was not long at all before she was completely enveloped by her deep anal enjoyment.
Samantha Jean could feel each and every one of her nerve-endings being affected by the intensity of her orgasm.
Samantha Jean could feel the effects of the orgasm in her fingertips and she could feel the effects of the climax, the deep-anal climax, all the way down into her toes.
Samantha Jean found that her deep-anal orgasm was shorter and sharper than the other orgasms she had known.
But, the cheerleader found, the best thing about her deep-anal come was that, when it was over, it did nothing to squelch her fuck urge.
She wanted to get fucked up the poop-chute more than ever once her ass come was through.
SIX
Samantha Jean could feel her deep-anal pleasure continuing to mount. She could feel her pleasure starting to rise once again the second her first climax was over.
Samantha Jean could tell at this point that the schoolteacher was going to make her come deep-anally more than once as he took the cheerleader's pooper with his thick dick.
Samantha Jean could tell that there was a good chance that the schoolteacher was going to make her come more times than she would have thought possible.
Samantha Jean knew there was a chance that the schoolteacher was going to make her come more times inside her ass than she could possibly count.
Samantha Jean knew, there a damn good chance that the man was about to teach her what multiple deep-anal orgasms were all about.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are going to do it again!" the girl said.
"What? What am I going to do again?" the schoolteacher said.
"You are going to make me come. You are going to make me come again," the cheerleader said.
"Good. I can tell that you are going to make me come soon also with your asshole," the schoolteacher said.
"Don't do it," the cheerleader said. Samantha Jean had greed in her voice. "No?"
"NO!"
"But I have to let nature take it's course, don't I?" the schoolteacher said. "NO!"
"But-"
"Keep it up."
"I will try."
"Stay hard!"
"I'm holding back."
"Something wild is going to happen inside me," the cheerleader said. "I'm holding back."
"How long can you keep it up?"
"Now that I have a grip on myself?"
"Yeah."
"Indefinitely."
"I'll let you know when you can come," the cheerleader said.
"Right." Mr. Geyser believed in sexual team-work sometimes.
*****
"YOU ARE MAKING ME COME A SECOND TIME!" the cheerleader said. "Is it good?"
"YES, IT IS EVEN BETTER THAN THE FIRST COME!" the cheerleader said. "Wow."
"Can you feel my colon trying to jerk off your prick?" the cheerleader said. "Yes."
"Ohhhhhhhh, the waves of pleasure, the waves of pleasure-"
"They are rolling over you?" the schoolteacher said.
"I am submerging beneath them," the cheerleader said.
"It is a tidal wave of pleasure?" the schoolteacher said.
"It is a tidal surge, sucking anxiety out," the girl said. "Wow."
"I can feel your cock getting a little bit thicker than before," the cheerleader said. "Oh?"
"Yes, your pecker is getting more urgently erect," the cheerleader said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I cannot believe how good my cock feels inside your ass."
"Is there a lot of blood?" the cheerleader said.
"I can the ring of blood around the base of your cock getting a little bit thicker all the time," the schoolteacher said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, the second come was longer and stronger than the first."
'Are you through?"
"Hardly."
"I should keep fucking?"
"YES!"
"Harder and faster than ever?"
"YES!"
"Okay, here we go."
Mr. Geyser shifted his hips into high gear, and then into overdrive.
*****
Mr. Geyser fucked at the cheerleader's asshole so hard and fast that his ass cheeks were a blur to the naked eye.
Mr. Geyser fucked the cheerleader's poop-chute every bit as hard and fast as he could, lathering himself with sweat with his exertion.
"You are going to make me come a third time!" the cheerleader said.
"Do it, sweetheart!"
Hips pumped pleasure into hips. Mr. Geyser could hear her asshole making funny sucking sounds as he fucked it.
"COMING!"
"Go!"
"The third come is the best of the lot!" the girl said. "Do it!"
Samantha Jean did not stop coming with her third deep-anal orgasm. Not by any means. But she did stop counting her climaxes after the third time the schoolteacher used his fat cock to pop her deep-anal rocks.
Samantha Jean found that numbers no longer mattered to her. She was in the land of the sensates. Only the intensity of her sensations mattered.
Besides, in retrospect, the cheerleader realized that she probably would not have been able to count all of the comes the schoolteacher was giving her anyway.
Samantha Jean found that her deep-anal orgasms were beginning to violently explode inside her bowels at a frightening rate.
Samantha Jean could feel her deep-anal climaxes starting to blend in with one another they were snapping off so close together.
Samantha Jean could feel it getting to the point where the final contraction of one deep-anal orgasm coincided with the initial spasm and convulsion of the following ass come.
Samantha Jean could feel orgasms becoming increasingly indistinguishable inside the reeling gray matter of her brain.
"I CANNOT STOP COMING! OHHHHHHHH!" the cheerleader said.
Mr. Geyser continued to fuck her ass as hard as he could.
"I CANNOT STOP COMING INSIDE MY ASS!" the cheerleader said.
Mr. Geyser felt the never-ending convulsions around his dick.
"OHHHHHHHH! I AM GOING TO PASS OUT FROM TOO MUCH PLEASURE! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!" the cheerleader said.
Then the cheerleader realized how silly she was being. She realized that there was no such thing as too much pleasure.
"Come inside me!" she said.
"You don't want me to hold back anymore?" the man said.
"No, no, no, no, no, no," the cheerleader said, shaking her head. "Okay."
"COME INSIDE MY BLEEDING ASS!" the cheerleader said.
"Yes," the schoolteacher said.
Mr. Geyser rammed the entire length of his cock into the cheerleader's asshole and this time he kept it there.
She could once again feel her asshole gripping his fleshy sword at the hilt. She could feel his pubic patch pressing against the top of the crack of her ass.
She could feel his balls against the outer edges of her inner cunt lips. She could feel the tip of his cock curling upward as he began to spasm.
Mr. Geyser could feel the temperature of the semen in his scrotal sack increasing to the boiling point-and then boiling over. All of the muscles in the schoolteacher's body tensed up on him involuntarily.
He stopped jackknifing at the waist.
He straightened his back.
Then the man arched his back and he turned his contorting facial features toward the ceiling of the room. His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding. His jaw ached. Still, he hardly paid any attention to the discomfort in the lower half of his face. The discomfort he felt in his lower kisser was all bit insignificant, compared to the roaring plea-sure the cheerleader's asshole was making the man feel down below in his cock and in his inflamed balls. He began to come. Samantha Jean could feel his jism splattering inside her. Samantha Jean could feel the schoolteacher pumping his spunk into her bleeding ass.
*****
Samantha Jean snapped off her final deep-anal orgasm at precisely the moment that the schoolteacher began to ejaculate inside her bowels.
Samantha Jean was thrilled to discover that her final deep-anal come of the fuck was by far her best come.
Samantha Jean found that her last come was both her longest and her most intense. And the cheerleader knew why, too.
Samantha Jean knew that her deep-anal come was being increased in intensity because it was simultaneous with the schoolteacher's ejaculatory spasms.
Samantha Jean knew that she and the schoolteacher were feeding off of each other's pleasure.
Samantha Jean, being a romantic, began to feel as if there were only one come occurring inside her asshole at that moment. It was not his and it was not hers. Samantha Jean believed that this single orgasm was theirs and they were sharing its pleasure equally, he in his cock and she in her ass.
Then it was over.
They could both feel their incredible ecstasy being replaced simultaneously by the absolute warmth and contentment of their afterglows.
*****
Mr. Geyser pulled his cock out of her asshole very slowly.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the cheerleader moaned. Samantha Jean felt exhausted.
"Wow that sure was something!" the cheerleader said.
"It was something else!" the cheerleader said.
Now that the cheerleader's passion was through she was aware-for the first time, of just how severely her inner ass had been ravaged by the schoolteacher's ram-rod pecker.
The second the schoolteacher's cock was all the way out of her asshole, the tip popping free rather suddenly considering the patience with which he withdrew, the cheerleader collapsed onto her belly on the bed. The man could see that the tip of his prick had lost the ability to defy gravity. The tip of his cock drooped downward between his thick thighs the second it pulled from her bottom. His balls were no longer as swollen.
Mr. Geyser's scrotal sack no longer looked so full that it was about to overflow.
Samantha Jean could tell that it was going to be a long time before the ravaged soreness inside her ass faded away.
She could tell that pink combination of blood and come was probably going to continue oozing from her bung, perhaps even for the next twenty-four hours.
Samantha Jean could tell that it was going to be a very long time before she could take a healthy shit without being forced to think about the schoolteacher and what he did to her with that huge cock of his.
*****
"You have made quite a mess, sweetheart," the schoolteacher said. "Oh?"
"Yes."
"What kind of a mess?"
Samantha Jean envisioned rolling over and seeing the bed covered with shit.
"You have gotten blood all over my cock," the man said.
"Oh, I want to see," the cheerleader said, rolling onto her back.
Every muscle in the cheerleader's body was sore with her fatigue.
"You see, the blood is all over my pecker," the man said.
"Pretty."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"You are odd."
"I like being odd."
"I like you odd also."
"Thanks."
"I guess I had better get something to clean my cock off with."
"No, no, no, no, don't do that," the cheerleader said urgently.
"You don't want me to clean off" my cock?" the man said.
"Nope," the cheerleader said, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
"You want the blood to stay on my pecker?" the man said.
"No, that is not what I want, either," the cheerleader said.
"What do you want?"
"I want to clean off your cock for you," the girl said. Samantha Jean ran the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across her fleshy mouth to moisten her lips.
"Then I will get you something with which to clean my cock."
"What sort of something?"
"Tissue. Rag."
"Will not be necessary."
"No?"
"Nope."
"What are you going to use to clean the blood off of my cock?"
"I am going to use my tongue," the cheerleader said happily.
"You are a kinky one," the schoolteacher exclaimed joyously.
"I guess you bring out the kinkiness in me," the girl said.
"If you are going to lick my cock lean you had better hurry."
"Why?"
"The blood on my cock is already starting to cool and coagulate with its exposure to the fresh air," the schoolteacher said.
"I see."
"You do not want to lick the blood off when it is getting crusty," the schoolteacher said. "No."
"You do not want chewy blood inside your mouth," the schoolteacher said.
"No."
"Go to work."
Mr. Geyser knelt with his back straight on the bed as the cheerleader got on her elbows and her knees in front of him.
Mr. Geyser's cock was flaccid, but it was still quite impressive, dangling there between the schoolteacher's thick thighs.
It was still long. Mr. Geyser's cock was still thick. Mr. Geyser's pecker had merely lost its hardness. It had softened.
Samantha Jean crooked a right forefinger and pushed it under the tip of his cock. She lifted his prick.
Samantha Jean decided to attack the thick ring of blood around the base of his cock first. She licked the blood away thoroughly. Samantha Jean was pleased to discover that she was not grossed out at all by the flavor of the blood on the schoolteacher's cock.
She liked the flavor.
She laved eagerly.
She licked enthusiastically.
She licked the cock clean.
Then something began to happen, something that she did not expect. Samantha Jean could feel the schoolteacher's cock starting to grow. She could tell that the man's post-orgasmic afterglow had been short-lived.
Samantha Jean could tell that the hot blood of the man's masculine arousal was pumping back into the head and the shaft of the schoolteacher's cock. She could tell that again his dick was getting a little bit longer and thicker and harder with each passing second.
"Your cock is clean."
"Good."
"Should I stop licking?"
"No."
"Your cock is growing."
"I know."
"You will get another erection?"
"Yes."
"You will come again?"
"Yes."
"Where will you come this time?"
"In your mouth."
"Oh my. I will like that."
*****
It was not long before the schoolteacher's cock was once again standing at attention in front of his masculinely sloped loins.
Samantha Jean could see that hi cock head was growing so large that she was going to have trouble fitting it inside her mouth.
Samantha Jean knew, however, that she had nothing to worry about. Samantha Jean knew that the schoolteacher's cock head would hit inside her mouth. If the schoolteacher's cock head would fit inside her ass it would sure as hell fit inside her mouth.
"I do not want you to just suck me off," the schoolteacher said.
"No, what do you want me to do?" the cheerleader said.
"I want you to give me the full oral treatment," the schoolteacher said.
"I see. You want your thighs and balls pleasured too."
"I want those erogenous zones pleasured thoroughly."
"Orally."
"Thoroughly orally," the schoolteacher said. "Gotcha," the cheerleader said.
*****
Samantha Jean lowered her head and she began to kiss and lick and nibble at the insides of the schoolteacher's thighs. She could tell almost immediately that she was going to have trouble with his cock. She could tell that his cock was going to bounce up and down on top of her head and against her forehead as she pleasured his inner thighs and his balls with her lips and her tongue.
Samantha Jean quickly solved this problem. She reached up with her right hand. Samantha Jean arched her delicate fingers at the knuckles so that she could touch the underside of the schoolteacher's cock shaft with the fleshy part of her fingertips, and with the fleshy part of her fingertips exclusively, so that she would not have to worry about scratching him-so that she would not have to worry about her fingernails getting in the way.
Samantha Jean placed the fleshy part of her fingertips on the underside of his cock shaft and pushed.
She pushed the tip of his cock upward, and she did not stop pushing until she was pinning his glans against his belly-against a spot several inches above his bellybutton-giving the little girl a concrete reference point to judge just how long the schoolteacher's pecker was.
*****
Samantha Jean loved the way that the underside of the man's cock shaft felt as it throbbed against her sexually sensitized fingertips. Samantha Jean ran the tips of her fingers up and down the underside of his cock shaft-and she pleasured him in this manner.
"Lick my balls," the schoolteacher said. "I will."
"Lick my cock!" the schoolteacher said.
"I will."
"Suck my cock!"
"Soon," the cheerleader said.
SEVEN
The cheerleader kissed her way up the inside of the schoolteacher's inner right thigh so high that the schoolteacher could feel Samantha Jean's hot moist breath beating rhythmically against the base of his scrotal sack.
The cheerleader then parted her lips and stuck her tongue outward between them as far as she could make it protrude-so far, as it turned out, that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging down at the roots of her taster. The cheerleader concentrated all of her attention on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as possible. The cheerleader placed the tip of her tongue on the underside of his scrotum and she began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly.
"That feels so motherfucking good," the schoolteacher exclaimed.
The cheerleader started out licking at his balls rather tentatively-but that did not last for very long. Soon her licking became more enthusiastic. The girl began to lick at the schoolteacher's nuts with the flat part of her tongue. The cheerleader began to lave merrily at the schoolteacher's swollen twin glands of masculinity until the entire humongous, wrinkled scrotal sack was wet and shiny from the spittle that spilled from Samantha Jean's oral cavity.
"You are making me feel so motherfucking hot," the schoolteacher said.
Mr. Geyser could feel his muscles tensing involuntarily.
"Ohhhhhhh, you are making my balls ache so bad," the schoolteacher said.
"I love the way your balls taste," Samantha Jean exclaimed.
"Ohhhhhhhh, less talking and more licking," the man said.
"Right," Samantha Jean said.
The cheerleader used her left fingertips, the fingertips that were not holding the schoolteacher's penis pinned to his tummy, to lift up his scrotal sack. The cheerleader wanted to be able to lick up under the sack. The cheerleader wanted to lick at the hypersensitive patch of skin in between the base of the schoolteacher's scrotal sack and the schoolteacher's asshole. Mr. Geyser moaned loudly when Samantha Jean licked him there.
"Suck," the schoolteacher said.
"Your cock?" Samantha Jean said.
"No, my balls."
"Okay."
"But be careful."
"I will."
"My balls can be easily harmed if treated too roughly," the schoolteacher said.
"I understand. I will treat them gingerly," the girl said.
"Think of them as eggs, extremely fragile eggs," the schoolteacher said.
"I think you have a thing about your balls," the girl said.
"I am proud of the family jewels, anything wrong with that?" the schoolteacher said.
"No, no, no, no, not at all, not at all," the girl said.
"Just remember that my balls are eggs. Don't break the shell."
"I promise," Samantha Jean said, examining his scrotal sack.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my balls are aching so very badly," he said.
"I can see tour twin glands throbbing inside the sack," she said.
"Yes, I can feel the temperature of my come increasing."
"I am surprised that you have any jism left," Samantha Jean said.
"Why do you say that? Why do you say that?" the man said.
"I don't know. I thought you might be out of spunk," Samantha Jean said.
"I am NEVER out of spunk, sweetheart," the schoolteacher said.
"I can see that. You are proving yourself," the girl said.
'And I am going to continue to prove myself all night long."
"Ummmmmmmm," Samantha Jean said, running the tip of her tongue across her lips.
*****
The cheerleader concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She wrapped her lips around his left nut. She made sure that her lips were curled over her teeth so that she would not risk inadvertantly biting his nut as she sucked it. Naturally enough, Samantha Jean made sure that she was breathing at all times exclusively through her nostrils. She began to suck. She didn't suck anywhere near as hard as she could have if she wanted to.
"Ohhhhhhhh, suck that thing, suck that nut," the man said.
The cheerleader sucked the testicle with a controlled vacuum.
"Owwwwwwww, it feels so good, so good," the schoolteacher said.
The cheerleader hollowed her smooth cheeks only slightly concave.
"Yesssssss, suck that nut! Suck that nut!" the man said.
The cheerleader kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times.
"Suck it, suck the hot nut, suck that hot nut!" the schoolteacher said.
The cheerleader sucked and licked at the testicle simultaneously.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are going to make my come boil," the schoolteacher said.
The cheerleader made sloppy wet noises with her mouth as she sucked.
"Owwwwwwww, my come is boiling hard now," the man said.
The cheerleader sucked and licked at that nut a long time.
"I have to catch my breath," Samantha Jean said, pulling away.
"Wow, that was fantastic, do the other one," the man said.
*****
"You certainly do sound anxious all of a sudden," Samantha Jean said.
"I can feel my balls turning into globs of lit Sterno," he said.
"That's outrageous. I am hungry for your come," Samantha Jean said.
"Hungry."
"I can feel the inside of my mouth tingling," Samantha Jean said. "Wow."
"I can feel my salivary gland working overtime," Samantha Jean said.
"Fantastic. Your mouth is watering?" the schoolteacher said.
"I have to swallow more frequently than usual just to keep from drooling," Samantha Jean said.
"That's what I like to hear, sweetheart," the man said.
"I know that your come is going to taste delicious!" Samantha Jean said.
"I have received nothing but compliments in the past," the schoolteacher said.
"I am going to FEED off of your cock-take a hot meal," Samantha Jean said.
"You are going to suck a hot meal out of my pecker?" the schoolteacher said.
"That's right. I am going to get me a belly full of your spunk."
"You are come hungry. You have a come hungry mouth," the schoolteacher said.
"I know it. I have a come hungry tummy, too," she said.
"You are going to feed off the raw protein of my silver seed."
"I am going to take nourishment from your spasming tube steak."
"Ohhhhhhhhh, I need to have my other nut sucked," he said.
"Can do."
*****
The cheerleader sucked and licked at the second swollen testicle every bit as long and sensuously as the first.
The cheerleader then pulled her mouth away from his scrotal sack a second time. The cheerleader pulled away the final time.
The cheerleader could see that the schoolteacher's scrotal sack was dripping with spittle. She turned her left palm upward.
The cheerleader continued to rub the fleshy pa of her right fingertips up and down the underside of the man's cock shaft.
The cheerleader placed the tips of her left fingers on the underside of the schoolteacher's scrotal sack. The cheerleader wiggled her fingers.
The cheerleader pleasured and fondled the schoolteacher's balls in this sexy manner.
The cheerleader then bobbed the schoolteacher's balls up and down on the tips of her fingers as if she ere attempting to determine the weight of those twin glands. It did not take Samantha Jean very long at all to figure out that the schoolteacher's balls were heavy, very heavy.
The cheerleader then parted her fingers as far as she could get them and she stretched her palm. She verified an earlier suspicion. The cheerleader verified that it was impossible for her to hold the entire scrotal sack in her palm at once, no matter how much she stretched her palm or parted her fingers. The sack was too big and her hand was too little. She held what she could, however, and she began to squeeze his balls. She squeezed rhythmically. The girl squeezed once for every beat of the schoolteacher's racing heart. In this manner Samantha Jean simulated the schoolteacher's natural throbbing as she squeezed his lemon.
*****
"I need to have my cock licked," the schoolteacher said.
"I know, I know," Samantha Jean exclaimed breathlessly.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my balls feel so hot," the schoolteacher said.
"Do you like the way I squeeze them?" Samantha Jean said.
"Ummmmmmmm, I think it feels delicious," the schoolteacher said. "Good."
"Lick my cock, I need you to lick my cock," the man said.
Mr. Geyser could feel a tickle of manly sexual anticipation forming at the base of his cock, on the underside of the shaft-right where the schoolteacher's cock and balls came together.
Mr. Geyser knew that this tickle could do nothing but increase in intensity as long as Samantha Jean was going down on him.
Mr. Geyser was smart enough to know that the tickle was going to grow and grow and grow, until it was no longer a tickle.
The cheerleader knew that the tickle was going to grow until it was a raging fireball of liquid masculine anxiety.
It would be then that the schoolteacher would know that his libido had reached the point of no return. Then he would know that his sexual arousal had reached the saturation point.
It would be then that the schoolteacher would know that he had reached the divine moment of ejaculatory orgasmic inevitability!
*****
The cheerleader once again parted her lips and stuck out her tongue as far as she could get it. She placed the tip of her tongue on the base of the cock shaft, on the underside of the schoolteacher's stem, right here the schoolteacher's cock and balls came together, right where the schoolteacher was experiencing that constantly growing sensation, that tickle. Mr. Geyser moaned as he felt Samantha Jean's tongue touch his cock for the first time. The cheerleader began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth, back and forth. The cheerleader crossed her eyes and looked down past her button nose at the underside of the schoolteacher's cock. She looked at the veins that protruded from the underside of the cock shaft. She looked at the crossing patterns of those veins-the blue lines on the erotic road map. The cheerleader pulled her tongue in to lick her lips for a moment and then resumed licking the schoolteacher's cock. Mr. Geyser could feel more and more of his muscles tensing up on him involuntarily and he could feel his breaths getting steadily shorter and closer together as his pleasure grew. The cheerleader could hear the schoolteacher moaning and groaning now with his physical enjoyment. The girl could hear the moans becoming rhythmic. The man was moaning with each and every one of his rapid exhales, Samantha Jean could hear. The cheerleader could hear that his moans and groans, his exclamations of physical pleasure, were growing steadily louder and higher in pitch. The cheerleader knew that his moans would continue to grow louder and more frantic as his pleasure grew toward the state of orgasmic inevitability. But, for a moment, the reason for the rise in pitch of those moans and growns puzzled Samantha Jean. Then the reason for that rise in pitch occurred to her. The cheerleader realized that the muscles in the schoolteacher's thick neck were becoming tense. The cheerleader could tell that those tensed muscles were squeezing at the schoolteacher's voice box. The girl knew that it was in this manner that the tensed muscles were affecting the product of the man's vocal cords-and therefore the pitch of his sexy exclamations. It was a heady conclusion for Samantha Jean to come to and she felt proud of herself for it. She found the longest an thickest vein protruding from the underside of the schoolteacher's cock shaft. She allowed that vein to determine her tongue tip's route toward the top of his cock, toward the head of his pecker. The cheerleader licked upward slowly and patiently. The cheerleader wanted the man's pleasure to grow slowly, for she knew his orgasmic enjoyment would be enhanced by her patience in the long run. Mr. Geyser was making quite a fuss. Mr. Geyser discovered that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep his masculinely narrow lower torso still. Mr. Geyser stopped trying to keep his hips still. Mr. Geyser began to gyrate his hips. Mr. Geyser moved his lower torso in front of Samantha Jean in a series of slow and sensuous circles. The cheerleader quickly discovered that she was going to have to be increasingly agile with her head and shoulders if she hoped to keep her lips and her tongue and her fingers precisely where she wanted them at all times.
*****
"Ummmmmmmm, I sure do like the way your cock tastes," Samantha Jean said.
"I love the way your tongue feels on my cock," the schoolteacher said.
"I am going to lick all the way to the tip," the girl said.
"Please do, sweetheart, please do," the schoolteacher said.
"I think your cock is as yummy as a candy cane," Samantha Jean said.
"I'm glad that you look at it that way," the schoolteacher said.
"I want to lick it clean," Samantha Jean said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, it is so hot and so hot. It aches so bad," the schoolteacher said.
"The head of your cock has grown so bulbous once again." Samantha Jean said.
"My cock head feels ready to explode again," the man said.
"Ummmmmmmm," she said.
The cheerleader licked upward steadily until she got to the fleshy patch just below the head of his cock, on the underside of the stalk, directly below the split in the bulbous blue-black glans, the groove that made the cock head, as far as Samantha Jean was concerned, look like a ripe plum.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
The cheerleader could feel the schoolteacher's body jerk when she licked at this fleshy patch and he let out his loudest moan yet.
"SO GOOD!"
The cheerleader realized that this was a hypersensitive spot she was licking. She realized that there was a good chance that this was the most sensitive spot on the schoolteacher's entire body.
"YESSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSS!" the schoolteacher said.
Mr. Geyser arched his back and turned his face toward the ceiling. Mr. Geyser began to toss his head from side to side as if he were saying "no" over and over again. The cheerleader, of course, knew that the man meant precisely the opposite with this wild tossing of his head.
The cheerleader knew that the schoolteacher meant yes with the tossing of his head.
The cheerleader allowed her tongue to linger on the magic spot just below the head of the schoolteacher's pecker pole.
The cheerleader then flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth, right up the groove in the underside of his cock head, all the way to the tip of his dick. She loosened her pressure with her right fingertips on the underside of the schoolteacher's cock shaft. The cheerleader allowed the head of the schoolteacher's cock to come away from his tummy about an inch-far enough for her to be able to get at the entire head of his cock with her bold and curious tongue.
*****
The cheerleader was pleased to find that the skin covering the head of the schoolteacher's cock was every bit as smooth on her tongue as it looked like it would be. The cheerleader flicked the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across the swollen lips astride the man's piss hole. The cheerleader could see that the lips on either side of the schoolteacher's urethra were opening and closing more rapidly than ever with the tiny spasms the schoolteacher was experiencing down there at the tip of his awesome tool.
The cheerleader rolled the sides of her tongue sensuously over the head of his pecker. She drooled all over his cock. Mr. Geyser's dick head was wet and slippery with her spittle by the time she pulled her tongue away. Still, Samantha Jean was not done licking at his cock. She licked up and down the shaft of his pecker with the flat part of her tongue. She licked at his cock like a horse that had been kept in the stall too long might lap at a cake of salt. Every once in a while, Samantha Jean licked more gingerly at the schoolteacher's cock shaft so that she looked more like a kitten lapping at a saucer of milk.
*****
"You lick so good," the schoolteacher said.
The cheerleader pulled her tongue away.
"I LOVE tour cock meat!" she said.
"You know what time it is now?"
"I, I, I think so," Samantha Jean said.
"You tell me," the schoolteacher said.
"It is time for me to, to-"
"Go ahead and say it," the schoolteacher said.
"It is time for me to suck you."
"That's right."
"Time for me to suck your cock."
"Correct."
The cheerleader removed her right fingertips from the underside of the schoolteacher's cock shaft completely at that point. The cheerleader found that she had to jerk back with her head and shoulders to avoid getting slapped in the face by the schoolteacher's cock head. She gripped a little more tightly than before at the man's scrotum, but still nowhere near tight enough to risk hurting him. She gripped as if she were doing an impression of the pouch on a pair of jockey shorts, living, squeezing jockey shorts.
The cheerleader reached up and made a fist around the stem of his pecker. The cheerleader found that her finger did not make it all the way around the thickness of his pole-at least not without the help of her fingernails. The cheerleader could feel the tips of her fingernails pressing red semi-circles in the heels of her palm.
*****
The cheerleader squeezed at the shaft of the schoolteacher's pole and the sack of the schoolteacher's scrotum with squeezes synchronized.
The cheerleader then used her femininely dainty right hand to guide the blunt tip of his prick toward her mouth.
EIGHT
The cheerleader knew that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could possibly get it if she wanted to get that swollen cock head inside her oral cavity at all.
The cheerleader concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her jaw. She worked her lower jaw from side to side a little bit to get the kinks out of the hinges.
The cheerleader once again made sure that her lips were curled over her teeth. The cheerleader did not want to accidentally bite the head of Mr. Geyser's cock any more than she had earlier wanted to inadvertantly bite his balls.
The cheerleader once again concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils, and her nostrils flared accordingly.
The cheerleader could hear herself making intrinsically animalistic snorting noises through her sucking nose.
The cheerleader then dropped her jaw and she could feel her mouth opening as far as it could possibly go. Her jaw stretched.
The cheerleader could feel her jaw dropping so low that the skin at the corners of her mouth was stretched taut.
The cheerleader could feel her mouth opening so wide that her jaw threatened to lock. Her jaw threatened to lock in the open position.
The cheerleader could feel the ache of discomfort starting at the sides of her jaw almost immediately.
The cheerleader tried to thrust that personal discomfort into the back of her head, as far from her stream of consciousness as she could make it go.
The cheerleader wanted to push her lower kisser pain into the far recesses of the gray matter of her brain.
The cheerleader knew that this was the only way she could possibly concentrate her attention exclusively on the oral pleasure she was about to administer upon Mr. Geyser's throbbing tool of masculinity.
The cheerleader then pushed forward with her face. She did not stop pushing forward until the entire head of his cock had disappeared inside her mouth. The cheerleader could feel the ache in her jaw getting worse and worse with each passing second. The cock head inside Samantha Jean's mouth was a tight fit, but it was a fit nonetheless, and that was all that Samantha Jean and Mr. Geyser cared about.
The cheerleader pushed forward with her preciously beautiful kisser until her sensuously fleshy lips were gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the top of the shaft of the dick, just below the lower rim of the cock head.
The cheerleader had hoped to suck and lick at Mr. Geyser's cock head contemporaneously, but she quickly found that this notion was quite impossible. The cheerleader quickly discovered that her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her mouth over her hyper-active salivary gland, by the thickness of Mr. Geyser's cock head. He moaned loudly.
*****
The cheerleader began to suck. There was nothing cute or subtle about the way Samantha Jean sucked Mr. Geyser's cock, as there had been a little while earlier when Samantha Jean was sucking at Mr. Geyser's balls.
The cheerleader hollowed her cheeks deeply and created an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity. The cheerleader made a fist once again around the shaft of his prick. The cheerleader began to pump her right fist up and down the stalk of Mr. Geyser' pecker. The cheerleader was determined to jerk-off and suck-off Mr. Geyser's tube steak simultaneously.
The cheerleader could tell that she was not going to have to suck and jerk at Mr. Geyser's cock for long.
The cheerleader could tell that Mr. Geyser was already very close to orgasm, and that he was getting closer all the time.
The cheerleader could suddenly feel the shaft of the man's cock getting a little bit thicker than before against her right palm.
The cheerleader could feel the stem of his tool getting harder than before against the insides of her tightly curled right fingers. The cheerleader continued to grip at Mr. Geyser's meat loaf with her right hand so tightly that her knuckles whitened.
The cheerleader could feel the shaft of Mr. Geyser's cock getting more urgently erect than before against her pumping hand.
The schoolteacher's balls felt hotter than ever against Samantha Jean's stretched and slightly cupped southpaw palm.
The cheerleader then felt the head of Mr. Geyser's cock getting even larger than before inside her sucking mouth.
The cheerleader could feel even more blood than before pumping into the head of Mr. Geyser's tremendously large cock.
The cheerleader could tell that the cock head was still growing, and it still didn't blow up from the internal pressure.
The cheerleader could feel her jaw being forced to open a little bit more than before to accommodate the bulk of the rod.
The cheerleader could feel the head of Mr. Geyser's cock spasming against the mucous membranes inside her oral cavity.
Then Mr. Geyser began to scream.
"OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, YOU ARE MAKING IT HAPPEN, YOU ARE MAKING IT HAPPEN SO GOOD FOR ME, SWEETHEART, SWEETHEART, SWEETHEART, SUCK IT, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY SPASMING COCK, SUCK IT GOOD, YOU ARE MAKING IT HAPPEN SO GODDAMN GOOD, YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO GODDAMN GOOD, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO MOTHERFUCKING HARD, YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO MOTHERFUCKING HARD, OHHHHHHHH, YOU ARE MAKING MY INTERNAL VOLCANO ERUPT, OHHHHHHHH, IT IS ERUPTING, THE INTERNAL VOLCANO IS ERUPTING SO MOTHERFUCKING HARD AND NOW I CAN FEEL THE LAVA STARTING TO FLOW! OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWWW, YOU ARE GIVING ME THE FLESHQUAKE, YOU ARE GIVING ME THE FLESHQUAKE, YOU ARE GIVING ME THE FLESHQUAKE!" Mr. Geyser said.
*****
The first blast of seed entered Samantha Jean's sucking mouth.
"COMING! COMING! COMING!" Mr. Geyser said.
It did not take Samantha Jean long to figure out that Mr. Geyser was going to shoot a hell of a lot more seed than she had counted on.
The cheerleader's mouth was filled with that first blast of come. She felt a need to hold all of the jism inside her mouth.
The cheerleader puffed out her cheeks in an inevitably futile attempt to hold all of Mr. Geyser's silver seed.
The cheerleader, in this manner, made herself look as if she had suddenly and magically developed the mumps.
"I can feel the joy of my come in my loins," the man said.
The cheerleader began to swallow as hard as she could as fast as she could-but, in the long run, it did no good.
"I feel the joy of my come in the insides of my thighs," Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader tried to hold all of the jism inside her mouth, but she could not. The cheerleader found it impossible.
"I can feel the joy spreading out from my cock and balls!" Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader found that there was simply too much silver seed, and her oral cavity was just too diminutive.
"I can feel the joy spreading through my body," Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader could feel some of Mr. Geyser's spunk oozing from the stretched skin at the corners of her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel the pleasure spreading to envelope me!" Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader could feel that jism rolling hotly and thickly from the sides of her gaping mouth onto her chin.
"The feels you are causing me are so acute!" the man said.
The cheerleader could feel some of the come dripping right off of her chin-down onto the inside of her left wrist.
"You are making me shoot the jam just like a surfer!" Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader still had Mr. Geyser's balls in her left hand, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing, rhythmically.
"You are making me get my rocks off so superbly," Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader could feel the come that remained on her tiny chin rather rapidly coagulating into a gelatin.
"You are making me pop my rocks so intensely!" Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader felt the silver seed coagulating with its exposure to the fresh air into a Jell-O like substance.
"YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO FUCKING HARD!" the man said.
*****
"SUCK!"
The cheerleader managed to keep ninety-five percent of Mr. Geyser's jism inside her mouth, however-and the girl and Mr. Geyser silently agreed that this was quite an accomplishment all by itself on the girl's part.
"SUCK HARD!"
It did not take Samantha Jean long to figure out that the jism was also going to be a hell of a lot hotter than she had expected.
"Ohhhhhhhh, YOU SUCK SO MOTHERFUCKING GOOD!" the man said.
There was a frightening moment or two when the girl thought the inside of her mouth was to be scalded by the come.
The cheerleader quickly discovered that the come in her mouth, just like the first rush of enema water, only FELT like they were scalding. The cheerleader merely had to wait for her nerve-endings to adjust to the temperature.
The cheerleader, did however, find that the come was so hot that she could not help but worry about the man.
The cheerleader found herself worrying that Mr. Geyser might be running a fever or something. The heat of Mr. Geyser's silver seed, oddly enough, spawned a reaction in Samantha Jean's maternal instincts.
Kinky.
The cheerleader found that she had to wait for the man's come to cool down a little bit inside her mouth before her sexually aroused taste buds could appropriately register the flavor of the hunk's spunk.
The cheerleader found that it was worth the wait. The girl found that Mr. Geyser's come was every bit as delicious as she had hoped. The cheerleader found that Mr. Geyser's silver seed was even MORE delicious than she had figured it to be. She loved the flavor. The cheerleader thought that the come tasted fishy and salty and refreshing. She thought that the come tasted like the ocean smelled at the shore at dawn when the tide was all the way out. The cheerleader thought that Mr. Geyser's come had to taste better than the world's most expensive caviar-which just so happened to be the roe of a rare African tuna.
*****
"Suck it down," he said.
The cheerleader quickly discovered that she enjoyed the texture of Mr. Geyser's come every bit as much as the flavor.
"Suck hard."
The cheerleader thought that Mr. Geyser's jism felt like so many raw egg whites as it slithered down her gullet.
"Suck the jam."
The cheerleader correctly assumed the raw egg white texture would have grossed her out royally in all but the most prurient context.
"Suck out my jelly."
The cheerleader also knew that this was a moot point at best, since she could think of no context more prurient than this, as Mr. Geyser came in Samantha Jean's mouth. "Suck the fuck juice."
The cheerleader loved the way the jism felt as it slithered down the entire length of her throat to her belly.
"Suck the hump jelly."
The cheerleader could feel a spot of warmth and contentment forming at the pit of her tummy where the jism gathered.
"Orink my come."
The cheerleader could feel a relaxed warmth down there at the pit of her tummy where the spunk accumulated.
"Swallow my thick wad," Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader was determined to keep sucking at the man's cock until she was sure that his come was through.
"Swallow the creamy jam," Mr. Geyser said.
The cheerleader sucked at the head of his cock with a rhythmic motion, so she looked like a tropical fish.
"Suck it all down."
The cheerleader sucked at the head of Mr. Geyser's cock so that she was in sync with his spasms and therefore his squirts.
"Suck down every drop."
The cheerleader sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, like that.
She drained his balls. "Ohhhhhhhh."
The cheerleader wanted to suck at his cock until his balls were as dry as a pair of bones left to bleach in the sun.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it hurts."
The cheerleader was pleased to find that she had no trouble keeping all of Mr. Geyser's come inside her mouth after that first squirt.
"I am coming so hard that it hurts," Mr. Geyser said.
As a matter-of-fact, Samantha Jean found that the man's ejaculatory squirts diminished in size quite rapidly following that humongous initial blast.
"Suck me dry," Mr. Geyser whimpered.
The cheerleader sucked and licked as hard as she could right up until the very finish. Then came the end of his come.
As it turned out, Samantha Jean had no trouble determining when Mr. Geyser's come was through. The man made it obvious.
Not only did the jism stop squirting from the little hole at the tip o Mr. Geyser's cock, but all of Mr. Geyser's muscles relaxed simultaneously as well.
*****
He sighed.
The schoolteacher was pleased to find that he could once again completely fill his lungs with air. The schoolteacher had not been able to come at all during the entire course of his orgasm.
Because of this Mr. Geyser found that his bloodstream's supply of fresh oxygen was severely depleted.
The schoolteacher anxiously went about the task of replenishing that supply. The schoolteacher continued to pant, of course.
But now Mr. Geyser's breaths were getting steadily longer and further apart rather than shorter and closer together as they had been when Mr. Geyser's sexual arousal was still on the slow climb toward the masculine libidinous saturation point.
The schoolteacher could feel his heart slowing from its previous ace. The schoolteacher could feel the hot sweat that had lathered his body starting to cool. The girl could feel the head and the shaft of the man's cock losing their urgent rigidity almost immediately following the conclusion of his ejaculatory orgasm.
His cock softened. She could feel the shaft of his cock getting a little skinnier so that her fingers were able to wrap all the way around the stem without the help of her fingernails. She could feel the head of Mr. Geyser's cock shrinking too, and that was okay by her. The cheerleader found that the diminishing size of Mr. Geyser's glans offered her sore jaw its first chance in hat felt like a million zillion years to relax, at least a little bit. She left her mouth on the head of Mr. Geyser's cock. She left her hands on his balls and cock shaft too-although Samantha Jean loosened her grip on Mr. Geyser with both hands out of respect for the man's unadulterated post-orgasmic afterglow. She stopped sucking completely. The cheerleader left the head of Mr. Geyser's cock inside her mouth for a long time after his come was through. The cheerleader was not sure why. The cheerleader figured that the head of Mr. Geyser's cock simply felt at home inside her mouth.
When Samantha Jean did finally pull her mouth off of the head of Mr. Geyser's cock, she did not remove it very far. She stopped pulling back with her face when her upper lip was still only a quarter of an inch or so away from the tip of Mr. Geyser's cock. The cheerleader crossed her eyes and looked down at the tip of his cock.
*****
She looked down past the tip of her button nose, and Samantha Jean could see that there was something connecting her upper lip and Mr. Geyser's piss hole.
The cheerleader could see that it was a bridge of come connecting the two of them. The cheerleader pulled back three more inches with her head and shoulders. The string of come stretched and broke at its center. Half of the string fell onto her upper front tooth and half fell onto the sloping side of Mr. Geyser's steadily diminishing cock head. The cheerleader pumped at the shaft of Mr. Geyser's cock three times with her right hand. The cheerleader wanted to make sure that there wasn't any jism trapped uncomfortably inside Mr. Geyser's steady softening cock shaft. The girl was pleased to see there droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater oozing from between the swollen lips on either side of Mr. Geyser's piss hole. The cheerleader saw to it that those droplets of murky dogwater were not allowed to stay at the tip of Mr. Geyser's cock for very long. The cheerleader shot outward with the tip of her tongue and she laved the droplets away faster than the eye could see. The cheerleader cleansed the three droplets of dogwater from the tip of Mr. Geyser's shrinking tool with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip.
*****
The cheerleader could then see that the entire head of Mr. Geyser's cock was covered with a thin film o come, and she saw to it that this was nor allowed to remain where it was for very long either.
The cheerleader used the flat part of her tongue to lick the silver seed off of the bulbous cock head.
She didn't stop licking until all of the come was gone and Mr. Geyser's cock head was as clean as a whistle.
The cheerleader then released her grip on the shaft of Mr. Geyser's cock and the base of Mr. Geyser's balls at the same time.
The tip of Mr. Geyser's cock, now no longer able to defy gravity, drooped downward and swing back and forth like a pendulum between his thick thighs.
"Was that okay?"
"That was excellent."
"My jaw is tired."
"But it's a good kind of tired, right?" Mr. Geyser said. "Right."
"You have come on your chin," Mr. Geyser said. "I tried to keep it all in my mouth," Samantha Jean said.
"It was a gallant effort," Mr. Geyser said. "Let me wipe my face clean," Samantha Jean said.
"No, don't do that," Mr. Geyser said. "Why not?"
"I want to lick your face clean for you," the man said.
"You are the kinkiest man who ever lived," the girl said.
"Thank you," Mr. Geyser said. "Welcome."
NINE
The cheerleader was genuinely impressed. Mr. Geyser simply loved the naughty twinkle he could see in the little girl's eyes just then.
"You like the flavor of your own fuck jelly?" the girl said.
"Oh yes, but then again, I think just about anything I licked off of your face would have to be yummy," the schoolteacher said.
"Thank you, that is just about the sweetest thing that anyone had ever said to me," Samantha Jean said.
She stood.
He stooped.
She got up on her toes and their faces moved closer to one another as if they were moving in slow motion. The schoolteacher could feel Samantha Jean's tits against his chest.
Mr. Geyser stopped when their mouths were so close together that she could feel the beating of his hot breath.
The cheerleader then felt the schoolteacher start to lick at her chin. Mr. Geyser was licking the coagulated gelatin-like silver seed from her face. It was the man's turn to lick Samantha Jean until she was as clean as a whistle.
This cleansing process, naturally enough, turned into a passionate kiss. Mr. Geyser pressed his mouth onto Samantha Jean's mouth.
Their lips rolled together, a quartet of living things-each with a mind of its own. They kissed gently.
At first.
But that did not last long. Soon the schoolteacher was pressing his lips against Samantha Jean's mouth so hard that she could feel her lips being pressed back against her pearly white and perfectly straight teeth. Mr. Geyser and Samantha Jean kissed only with their lips at first, but that did not last for very long either. As if Samantha Jean and the schoolteacher had rehearsed this oral caress of mutual pleasure a thousand times in the past they both offered the tips of their tongues simultaneously. They touched their tasters together lightly-and both shivered.
*****
Soon the schoolteacher and Samantha Jean were rolling their tongues together wildly, thoroughly exploring the insides of each other's mouths.
The cheerleader could feel the schoolteacher's tongue on the roof of her mouth. The cheerleader could feel the schoolteacher licking at the inside of her cheek. Mr. Geyser could feel the girl pushing her tongue beneath his, to his salivary gland, directly stimulating that gland with her tongue-and making the schoolteacher drool.
The cheerleader then pushed her tongue inside the schoolteacher's mouth and let him suck it. Mr. Geyser pushed his suddenly stiffened taster inside her mouth and the girl returned the favor.
The kiss lasted for a long time: both the schoolteacher and Samantha Jean were breathless with passion and joy by the time it was through.
"Let's get back on the bed," he said.
"Okay," she replied.
They did.
"I want to make love to you!" the schoolteacher said.
"I thought that was what you had been doing to me all along."
"No, I mean really MAKE LOVE!" the schoolteacher said.
"Oh."
"I am going to kiss you and lick you and bite you all over your boy."
"Oh my," Samantha Jean said.
"That's right," the schoolteacher said.
"Sounds good," Samantha Jean said.
"I thought you would like the idea," the schoolteacher said.
"There must be a hitch," Samantha Jean said.
"There is," the schoolteacher said.
"What is it?" Samantha Jean said.
"I am going to kiss you and lick you and bite you all over just as promised-but I am going to save your pussy for last," the schoolteacher said.
"You are such a goddamn tease," Samantha Jean said.
"You had better believe it," the schoolteacher said.
Mr. Geyser pushed Samantha Jean onto her back on the bed. Mr. Geyser restrained an urge to brutally ravage the nymphet.
Mr. Geyser was determined to restrain himself and make love to her slowly. He was determined to give Samantha Jean maximum pleasure.
Mr. Geyser showered Samantha Jean's face with small peck kisses. Mr. Geyser made sweet smacking noises with each smooch.
Mr. Geyser then moved his mouth to the side of the girl's neck. Mr. Geyser began to kiss and lick and bite there.
"Ummmmmmmm," Samantha Jean said, pressing her lips together.
"Like?"
"Bite."
"I am a vampire."
"Drink my blood."
"Wanna hickey."
"No, thank you."
"Why not?"
"Prohibitively indiscreet," Samantha Jean said. "I see," the schoolteacher said with a laugh.
*****
Mr. Geyser continued to bite his way up and down the entire length of Samantha Jean's swan-like neck, concentrating his oral attention on Samantha Jean's jugular vein.
Mr. Geyser used his pearly whites to give the girl's jugular vein little love bites. Mr. Geyser did not want to allow his teeth to linger in one place for long enough to leave any lasting marks. Prohibitively indiscreet, indeed.
"You are making me tingle all over," Samantha Jean said.
"That is the whole idea," the schoolteacher said. "I can feel my pussy getting very swollen," the girl said.
"Ummmmmmmm, I can smell the scent of your sex," the schoolteacher said. "Like that smell?"
"Love it."
"It is like hot tuna."
"Yes," the schoolteacher said, obviously concurring whole-heartedly.
Mr. Geyser parted his lips and stuck his tongue all the way out.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I am shivering and tingling," the girl said.
Mr. Geyser flicked his tongue tip across Samantha Jean's earlobe.
"You make me feel, so, so, so, so, so ALIVE!" Samantha Jean said. , Mr. Geyser explored the outer shell of her ear with his tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel my pussy growing thoroughly engorged," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser flicked his tongue over her downy ear lightly.
"I can feel my clitoris turning into a feminine erection," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser licked behind the ear and toward the temple.
"I can feel my cunt starting to lubricate itself," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser then plunged his tongue right into her ear.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I am shuddering so fucking hard!" Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser pushed his tongue tip into her inner ear canal.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I shudder as if trying to rid myself of skin!" Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser pushed his tongue inside, deeper and deeper and-
"I can feel my body becoming enveloped in goose flesh!" Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser wiggled his tongue around inside the girl's ear.
"The little hairs at the nape of my neck are standing on end," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser could taste the bitterness of ear wax on his tongue.
"Each hair is supported by its very own goose bump," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser then pulled his tongue out of Samantha Jean's ear.
"That felt a lot better than I thought it was going to."
"Now I am going to do the other side of your head," the schoolteacher said.
He bit the other side of her neck and licked her other ear.
"My tits are feeling so swollen all of a sudden," Samantha Jean said.
"Your tits look just about the same size to me," the schoolteacher said.
"They are not really swollen, they just feel that way," Samantha Jean said.
"I get it. It is sensory hyperbole," the schoolteacher said.
"That's right. An illusion created by your nervous-system," Samantha Jean said.
"Your sexually berserk nervous-system," the schoolteacher said.
"Only my nipples are actually growing larger," Samantha Jean said.
"I am going to make them grow much larger than that," the schoolteacher said.
"How big are you going to make my nipples grow?" Samantha Jean asked.
"They are going to grow bigger than they have ever been before," the schoolteacher said.
"Wow, and how are you going to make them grow?" Samantha Jean said.
"I am going to make them grow with my mouth," the schoolteacher said.
"You are going to suck them, suck my nipples?" Samantha Jean said.
"That's right. And I am going to do more too," the schoolteacher said. "More?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"You'll see."
*****
Mr. Geyser kissed at the front of Samantha Jean's slender throat.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my tits are burning, so hot," the girl said.
"They look cool, like scoops of ice cream," the man said.
"Each scoop has its own cherry on top," Samantha Jean giggled.
Mr. Geyser began to kiss exclusively at Samantha Jean's left tit.
"I can feel my pussy getting moist now," the girl said.
Mr. Geyser kissed the knocker from the base upward, spiraling up the mountain toward the peak, arranging his oral caresses, his tender booby kisses, his sweet, sweet, sweet booby kisses, so that each smacking smooch was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before.
"Ohhhhhhh, I can feel my pussy getting so damp," Samantha Jean said.
She felt her natural lubrication dribble from her twat.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel my cunt getting SOAKING WET!" Samantha Jean said.
*****
The cheerleader could feel her natural lubrication drooling over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of Samantha Jean's cunt and Samantha Jean's asshole.
The cheerleader could tell that soon the entire crack of her ass was going to be wet and slippery with the drooling nectar from her peach. Yes, Samantha Jean could feel the juices running out of her just like sweet, sticky nectar might run, dribble-ooze-from a split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach. What a splendid image for the man to ponder as he prepared to kiss and lick every square inch of the little girl's body, with the possible exception of some sections of her back which could wait until another time hen getting to them with his mouth was more convenient.
*****
Mr. Geyser took his time about it, but he finally got hi mouth onto Samantha Jean's nipple. He placed his tongue on that rosebud and he began to roll his taster tip around playfully. Mr. Geyser covered the girl's nipple with spittle. Mr. Geyser stiffened his tongue and battered Samantha Jean's nipple back and forth with the pointy tip. The cheerleader could already feel her nipple getting harder and larger. It was growing from the stimulation, the oral stimulation, the schoolteacher was already administering, but also with her anticipation of more severe stimulations to follow. Then the schoolteacher wrapped his sensuous lips around Samantha Jean's nipple. Mr. Geyser began to suck at Samantha Jean's feminine erection. The man sucked as hard as he could at the rosebud. The man sucked so hard that he pulled Samantha Jean's nipple up and away from the rest of her chest. The man sucked so hard that all of the skin around the girl's nipple stretched taut. Mr. Geyser sucked so hard that he made Samantha Jean's entire left tit look a good deal pointier than usual-and that was saying something because Samantha Jean's tit was pretty goddamn pointy to begin with. Then the schoolteacher began to bite at the nipple. Mr. Geyser nibbled at the feminine erection lightly at first but then he chomped down so hard that it hurt. Mr. Geyser brought tears to Samantha Jean's eyes in this manner. But the girl quickly discovered that this was intrinsically sexual pain the schoolteacher was causing her with his teeth, and that she didn't mind it at all. The cheerleader found that her sexually-berserk nervous-system was translating each and every twinge of the pain in her nipple into pleasure by the time it delivered the message through its complicate network to the reeling gray matter of Samantha Jean's boggled brain.
*****
The cheerleader could feel the schoolteacher tugging at her nipple with his choppers now so hard that she feared the schoolteacher had lost control.
The cheerleader could hear the schoolteacher making intrinsically animalistic growling noises deep down inside his throat just then.
The cheerleader thought that the schoolteacher sounded as if he had suddenly been stricken with a severe case of werewolf-disease.
The cheerleader thought that the schoolteacher sounded-for all the world-as if he were about to grow hair all over his face.
The cheerleader thought that the schoolteacher sounded as if he were about to transform on the spot into a raging werewolf.
The cheerleader thought that the schoolteacher was about to start howling, howling at an invisible full moon on the ceiling.
Yes, there was a frightening moment or two when Samantha Jean thought the schoolteacher was going to rip her nipple right off the tip of her tit.
Would that wound spawn milk or blood? The cheerleader wondered.
But the schoolteacher had not lost control at all. The man knew just what he was doing. He released his teeth's grip on Samantha Jean's nipple before any damage could be done.
The cheerleader then opened her eyes, which had been closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled, and she looked at the nipple that had just popped out of the schoolteacher's mouth.
The cheerleader was shocked by what she saw.
Amazed.
Stunned.
Flabbergasted.
Her nipple was HUGE!
*****
"My god," she said.
"I told you I was going to make it grow," the man said. "But-"
"But what?"
"It appears you have stretched it forever," the girl said.
"It will shrink."
"It looks as if it will never be the same," the girl said.
"It will return to normal, I assure you," the man said.
"What are you going to do now?" Samantha Jean questioned.
"I am going to repeat the process with the other tit," the schoolteacher said.
"Oooooooooh, the left nipple is twice the size as the right," Samantha Jean said.
"Previously, you would have considered the right nipple fully erect," the schoolteacher said.
"You have taught me so very much in such a short time," Samantha Jean said.
'And there is so much more for you to learn," the schoolteacher said.
"I know. I know my lessons are just beginning," Samantha Jean said.
Mr. Geyser lowered his mouth to Samantha Jean's right knocker.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it is happening all over again!" the girl said.
Mr. Geyser went from gingerly kisses to painful booby bites.
"Ohhhhhhhh, fresh tears are welling in my eyes," Samantha Jean said.
Both of Samantha Jean's nipples were again the same size.
"My God, the feelings are so intense," Samantha Jean said.
The cheerleader spread her legs open then to an obtuse angle.
"I can smell your scent wafting up from your cunt," the schoolteacher said.
"Ummmmmmm, I can see your nostrils flaring," the girl said.
"I want the smell of your womanhood deep in my sinuses," the schoolteacher said.
"I can feel my poontang turning into a swamp," Samantha Jean said.
"You are already making a wet stain on the bed," the schoolteacher said.
"Yes, that wet spot is going to get much bigger," Samantha Jean said.
"Your juice is flowing from your tat in a steady flow," the schoolteacher said.
"Does it look like honey from my honey pot?" the girl questioned.
"Yes, but it looks more like melted pearl drops oozing," the schoolteacher said.
"Ummmmmmmm, I like that image better," Samantha Jean said, liking her teeth.
Mr. Geyser placed his hands over her tits and spread his fingers.
"I am having trouble keeping my ass still," the girl said.
Mr. Geyser had to open his fingers to grip those big jugs in their entirety.
"I would have ants in my pants if I had my pants on," Samantha Jean said.
"I like you lots better with your pants off," the schoolteacher said.
"I feel like squirming all over the place," the girl said.
"Be my guest," the schoolteacher said.
*****
Mr. Geyser pushed her tits upward on Samantha Jean's chest so that they approached her collar bone. The man pushed Samantha Jean's tits downward on her chest toward the base of her slightly protruding rib-cage. Mr. Geyser pulled her tits apart so that the skin in the cleavage between them was stretched taut, so taut that it was threatening to tear. Mr. Geyser then pushed Samantha Jean's tits together so that her mammary globes were flattened on their insides. Mr. Geyser pushed Samantha Jean's tits together so snugly that the cleavage between those boobs became outrageously long and deep. Mr. Geyser had positioned his hands over Samantha Jean's tits so that her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of his palms.
*****
"My honey pot is boiling. My cunt is alive and crawling around berserkly between my legs," the girl said.
TEN
Mr. Geyser lowered his head to the cheerleader's belly. The man kissed the cheerleader's tummy sensuously and wetly. Mr. Geyser's lips were wet with his plentiful saliva. The cheerleader's lips were protruding and her eyes again closed tightly as Mr. Geyser removed his palms from her tits and began to pinch at her nipples.
He pinched and pulled and tweaked at the cheerleader's feminine erections. The cheerleader whimpered and whined with her pleasure.
Mr. Geyser kissed and licked at her soft-underbelly. He stuck out his tongue and traced a crooked wet circle around her navel. Then Mr. Geyser plunged his suddenly stiffened tongue right into the cheerleader's dimpled and concave nipple.
The cheerleader added this to her already long list of things that felt a hell of a lot better than she would have thought if she hadn't welt them for herself. Mr. Geyser taught her during that deliciously sexy moment that even the inside of her concave bellybutton, her cute dimpled bellybutton, was an erogenous zone. The message seemed to be that any part of the cheerleader's body could be an erogenous zone if it were caressed properly, and Mr. Geyser knew how to caress properly-there could be no doubt about that.
Mr. Geyser moved down to the foot of the bed and he began to kiss and lick and suck at the cheerleader's toes.
The cheerleader could once again feel herself becoming flabbergasted. The cheerleader had always considered herself to be a nymphet with EXTREMELY ticklish feet.
But the cheerleader's feet did not tickle at all, even as Mr. Geyser licked and sucked at her toes at the same time.
Mr. Geyser pulled her pudgy pink little toes apart and began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth in between those toes.
The cheerleader thought this felt good. The cheerleader wouldn't have believed it possible-not in a million years.
But it was true. Mr. Geyser sucked and licked and kissed at all ten of the girl's toes at first and then orally caressed the piggies in groups of toes and threes. Mr. Geyser kissed at her feet and then her trim ankles. Her calves were rounded without being overly muscular.
He kissed them. Her knees were smooth. Her thighs were perfectly tapered from her knees to her hips. He kissed her shins and then lifted the girl's legs, the cheerleader's shapely gams, one at a time, so that he could flick the tip of his tongue light and quickly back and forth across the smooth and hypersensitive skin at the backs of the cheerleader's knees. Mr. Geyser then kissed and licked and bit up and down the insides of her thighs as the cheerleader opened her legs so far that her muscles stretched. The cheerleader again made a futile attempt to point her knees in opposite directions, to open her thighs to a straight angle. Mr. Geyser moved his mouth so close to the swollen outer lips of the cheerleader's vulva on either side that he felt his breath on her pussy and this caress alone was enough to make her cunt feel a if it were about to turn inside out.
*****
"Are you going to eat my cunt now?" the cheerleader said.
"Not quite yet, not quite yet," Mr. Geyser exclaimed.
"What are you going to do now?" the cheerleader questioned.
"Now I have a surprise for you," Mr. Geyser said with a smile.
"What?" the cheerleader inquired, her eyes opening wide.
"I want you to lift your legs up into the air," Mr. Geyser said.
"Like this?" the cheerleader asked, making a overhead vee with her gams.
"Now tuck your knees back toward your tits," the man said.
"Like this?" the cheerleader asked, curling herself into a ball.
"That's it. Roll the weight of your lower torso," Mr. Geyser said.
"Roll it back, right?" the cheerleader said.
"That's right. Roll the weight of your lower body from your ass cheeks to the small of your back," Mr. Geyser said.
"Okay."
"Now reach up and clutch at both of your ankles at the same time," Mr. Geyser said. "Why?"
"That will help you remain in the tucked position," Mr. Geyser said. "I see."
She gripped her ankles so tightly that her knuckles whitened.
"My ass cheeks have rolled right up off the bed," she said.
"That's right."
"And into your face!"
"Yes."
"Are you going to kiss my ass?"
"Yes. And more."
"More?"
"You'll see."
Mr. Geyser began to kiss and lick at her ass cheeks. He then began to bite them. Mr. Geyser bit so hard at the cheerleader's tender fanny cakes that he left teeth marks in the flesh. There was a frightening moment or two hen the cheerleader thought Mr. Geyser was going to start turning into a werewolf again. There was a moment, an elongated moment, when the girl thought Mr. Geyser was going to break the skin of her ass cheeks with those intrinsically animalistic bites. But he did not. Mr. Geyser pulled his mouth away from her ass cheeks and began to caress those bun with his fingertips. He kneaded the flesh. Then he turned hi fingertips inward toward the crack of her ass and he pulled her open. The skin in he crack of the cheerleader's ass stretched taut. Mr. Geyser placed his chin right in the wet spot the cheerleader had been making with her dripping poontang.
*****
Mr. Geyser parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. Mr. Geyser placed the tip of his tongue at the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of the girl's ass. Mr. Geyser began to flick back and forth against that spot so close to the small of her back and the bed, directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of the cheerleader's kidney. Mr. Geyser then lifted his head and drew his tongue upward. Mr. Geyser drew his tongue deeper and deeper into the flattened cleavage between her ass cheeks, closer an closer to her asshole. Mr. Geyser took his time about it but he finally got his tongue to the place where the cheerleader wanted it. The man began to rim the cheerleader's asshole. Mr. Geyser flicked the tip of his tongue all around the outer most edges of her rectum at first. Mr. Geyser's laving was somewhat tentative at first, but it quickly gained in its eagerness and enthusiasm. Mr. Geyser began to lick across the pink asterisk of the cheerleader's asshole with the flat part of his tongue. Mr. Geyser -rimmed the cheerleader's anus clean with the coated part of his taster. Mr. Geyser did not stop laving at the cheerleader's asshole in that enthusiastic manner until I of the cheerleader's delicious anal flavor had been licked away. Mr. Geyser could already taste the juice that had dripped out of the girl's honey pot. Mr. Geyser knew that the cheerleader's cunt was going to taste as good as it smelled long before he actually licked her pink gash. After licking the cheerleader's asshole clean Mr. Geyser did something that the cheerleader did not expect. Mr. Geyser stick out his tongue far. He stiffened it. Mr. Geyser made his tongue pointy at the tip and placed the tip right at the center of the pink asterisk of the cheerleader's asshole. Mr. Geyser began to push. The girl realized what Mr. Geyser was going to do and she let it be known loud and clear through her grunts and her groans that she whole-heartedly approached of the idea. The cheerleader could tell that Mr. Geyser was going to shove his tongue right up inside her asshole. The cheerleader's asshole felt almost as horny at that moment as it had after she was purged and before she was buggered.
*****
STICK IT IN, STICK IT IN ME, STICK YOUR TONGUE IN ME, STICK YOUR TONGUE UP INSIDE ME, STICK YOUR TONGUE UP INSIDE MY ASS, DEEP, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, STICK YOUR TONGUE DEEP UP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, STICK YOUR TONGUE AS DEEP AS YOU CAN POSSIBLY GET IT UP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, OWWWWWWWW, I WANT TO FEEL YOU STICK THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE RIGHT UP PAST MY TIGHT SPHINCTER MUSCLE. I WANT TO FEEL YOU STICK YOUR TONGUE RIGHT UP INTO MY COLON, YES, YES, I CAN FEEL YOU PUSHING NOW, I CAN FEEL YOU PUSHING A LITTLE BIT HARDER NOW, I CAN FEEL YOU PUSHING INSIDE ME NOW, I CAN FEEL MY ASSHOLE OPENING TO LET YOU INSIDE NOW, OHHHHHHHH, SO DEEP, PUSH, PUSH!" the cheerleader said.
*****
Mr. Geyser did just as she asked. He pushed the tip of his tongue up inside her ass and wiggled it around. He then withdrew. Mr. Geyser knew that it was time to lick the cheerleader where she needed to be licked most of all. Mr. Geyser knew that it was time to eat out the cheerleader's cunt. He told her that it was okay for her to release her grip on her ankles at that point.
Mr. Geyser told the cheerleader that it was okay for her to lower her feet, and to roll her cunt right into his face. Mr. Geyser then pushed his elbows outward so that they were pointing at opposite walls. The cheerleader again opened her thighs as far as she could get them. Mr. Geyser could see the natural lubrication continuing to dribble from the base of the cheerleader's cunt.
Mr. Geyser turned his digit-tips inward so that they were pointing at one another. He placed the tips of his fingers on the cheerleader's swollen outer cunt lips.
Mr. Geyser curled his fingers at the knuckles a little bit and pressed the flesh out the cheerleader's outer vulva with his blunt and fleshy fingertips.
Mr. Geyser began to pull the lips of the cheerleader's cunt open with his fingertips. The cheerleader whimpered with anticipation.
Mr. Geyser pulled the cheerleader's cunt open with great patience. Mr. Geyser's eyes were wide as he watched the cunt open.
Mr. Geyser watched carefully as Mr. Geyser folds of mucous membrane, pouting mucous membrane, separated.
Mr. Geyser pulled the cheerleader's pussy lips open until her cunt looked to him like a slab of partially cooked meat.
The vulva was a little brown around the edges, and then pink between the outer labia, then red at the mouth of the fuck hole.
Mr. Geyser parted his lips and placed the tip of his tongue at the very base of the cheerleader's juicy poontang.
*****
Mr. Geyser placed the pointy tip of hi pink tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of the cheerleader's poontang and the girl's asshole.
As it turned out, the cheerleader's natural lubrication, her pussy juice, was gathered thickly there.
Mr. Geyser could feel his tongue being bathed by the secretions from the cheerleader's sweet inner cunt hole. Yummy!
Mr. Geyser then began to flick his tongue up and down the cheerleader's outer cunt lips, up and down the cunt's whole length.
Mr. Geyser licked up and down the entire length of the twat once again, this time in between the girl's thoroughly engorged inner and outer cunt lips.
Mr. Geyser allowed his tongue to come very, very close to the cheerleader's swollen clit without actually touching it.
Mr. Geyser allowed his flicking tongue to come within a millimeter of the cheerleader's love button without making contact.
"You are teasing me so fucking bad!" the cheerleader said.
"I am going to lick every nook and cranny of your cunt," Mr. Geyser said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I feel such frustration, such delicious frustration," the cheerleader said.
"I am going to lick each nook and cranny of your poontang-and I am going to save your clitoris for last!" Mr. Geyser said.
"Oh my."
Mr. Geyser began to flick the tip of his tongue at the outer edges of her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
"My pussy is so fucking sensitive," the cheerleader said.
"Your poontang is most flavorful, also," Mr. Geyser said.
"I can feel my clit getting ready to burst," the girl said.
"There is no point in begging me," Mr. Geyser said.
"I need to have my clit licked so bad," the cheerleader said.
"I am not touching your clit until I am ready," Mr. Geyser said.
"When will you be ready?" the cheerleader said.
"That is for me to know and for you to find out," Mr. Geyser said.
Mr. Geyser then pushed the tip of his tongue in between the cheerleader's inner cunt Hp, very close to the top of her gash, very close to her clit. The man touched the cheerleader's piss hole with the tip of his tongue.
*****
The cheerleader could feel Mr. Geyser's tongue touching her urethra, directly below and less than an inch away from her little man in the boat.
The cheerleader moaned when Mr. Geyser licked downward instead of upward. Mr. Geyser licked down to the mouth of the cheerleader's fuck hole. Mr. Geyser hooked the tip of his tongue under her pubic bone and rammed his taster deep inside.
Mr. Geyser tilted his head slightly to one side as he did this, so that he would not inadvertantly touch her clit and prematurely diddle her to orgasm with the tip of his nose.
Mr. Geyser pushed his tongue as deep up inside the girl's juicy cunt as he could get it. The tip of Mr. Geyser's taster when on a futile search for the girl's cervix, for the mouth of the cheerleader's womb. It didn't take the cheerleader long to figure out that the man's tongue, even stiffened and pushed out of his mouth as far as it could go, was nowhere near long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep-vaginal yearnings. The cheerleader knew that the appeasement of her inner cunt was a task that was reserved exclusively for Mr. Geyser's big pecker pole. She knew that the tongue-fucking he was administering so teasingly at that moment was only making the itch in her clit demand to be scratched that much more. After thoroughly exploring as much of her cunt as he could reach both his tongue, Mr. Geyser decided that it was time to give her the ultimate pleasure. Mr. Geyser decided that it was time to make the cheerleader come. He would have teased her more, except she was making such a fuss on the bed, bucking and jerking with her spasms, that he was afraid that she would hurt herself, pull a muscle or something, if he delayed her come any longer. Mr. Geyser pulled his tongue all the way out of her fuck hole and placed the tip of his right forefinger at the very top of her slash. Mr. Geyser peeled the cheerleader's clitoral foreskin upward. The man did this gingerly, pulling the fleshy sheath up and away from the fiery bulb. In this manner, Mr. Geyser rendered the cheerleader's clitoris unadulteratedly naked and vulnerable to his oral caress. Mr. Geyser darted outward with his tongue and he touched the cheerleader's clit as lightly as he could.
*****
Mr. Geyser knew that he did not have to lick the girl's clit very hard. After all, Mr. Geyser knew, it was the most sensitive part of the cheerleader's entire body.
Mr. Geyser touched her clitoris as lightly as he could. Mr. Geyser pulled his tongue from the cheerleader's clit as quickly as the contact had been made. The man sought and he found the most subtle possible clitoral caress.
Mr. Geyser touched her clitoris so lightly that the caress could have been made by the petal of a buttercup.
Mr. Geyser knew that the spawned sensation would be disproportionately large compared to the intensity of the caress.
He was right. The cheerleader could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine as Mr. Geyser touched her little man in the boat for the first time.
Mr. Geyser dabbed his tongue tip at her love button lightly. Mr. Geyser sent rush after rush of pleasure through the cheerleader's backbone. The cheerleader's loins, her femininely sloped loins, jerked upward each time he touched her clit with his tongue. Then Mr. Geyser placed the tip of his tongue on her clitoris and he kept it there. He kept the tip of his tongue still on the cheerleader's love button or a moment. Then Mr. Geyser began to alternate the pressure on her clit with his tongue tip.
Mr. Geyser pressed firmly, then gingerly, then firmly again. Mr. Geyser began to roll the cheerleader's clit in a series of slow sensuous circles.
Mr. Geyser even rolled the cheerleader's little man in the boat in a couple of quick figure eights.
Then the man began to flick the tip of hi tongue back and forth across the cheerleader's clit. Mr. Geyser flicked slowly and lightly at first but he steadily increased the tempo and the pressure exerted upon the cheerleader's clit as he went along. Mr. Geyser did not have to keep this up for long before the massive internal explosions started in the cheerleader's clit.
Mr. Geyser began to lick the cheerleader's clit hard and fast. Mr. Geyser drove pleasure into the cheerleader's magic spot with his tongue.
The cheerleader could feel the pleasure spreading into her brain. The cheerleader felt as if her scalp were crawling around bizarrely on top of her head. The girl could feel her clitoral orgasm in her fingertips and in her toes.
Mr. Geyser licked hard and fast at her clit. Then Mr. Geyser did something that elongated and intensified the cheerleader's come.
Just when the cheerleader thought the intensity of her orgasmic convulsions were bound to diminish, the man wrapped his lips around the cheerleader's clit and its surrounding tissues. Mr. Geyser began to suck. The man sucked hard at the cheerleader's clit.
Mr. Geyser kept the tip of his tongue busy, sucking and licking at the cheerleader's clit, not stopping until the cheerleader's come was through.
*****
Mr. Geyser pulled his mouth away from the cheerleader's clit the instant her come was finished. Mr. Geyser was smart enough to know that the cheerleader's clitoris was too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following orgasm.
"Wow."
"You came hard!"
"I thought the top of my head was going to blow off."
"You can't believe ho good it felt when your clit spasmed on my tongue."
"Ummmmmmmm."
"I felt a little squirt from your piss hole when you came."
"I pissed?"
"No."
"What was the squirt?"
"Your feminine ejaculation."
"I came in your mouth just like you came in mine," the cheerleader said.
"That's right, and the fluid was very sweet," the man said.
*****
It was the cheerleader's turn to lick Mr. Geyser's face clean. She cleaned all of her own pussy juice off of Mr. Geyser's face. With her tongue!