Jack K. Thomas, Principal of Washington Junior High, sat at his desk with a bemused expression on his lean face. The door had just closed behind his big-titted secretary, Maggie Owens, and now he was alone in his book-lined office.
Principal Thomas' thoughts should have been about school problems, especially the problem aggie Owens had presented to him just a few seconds ago. Somehow though, he couldn't seem to concentrate on the problems of the ninth-grade glee club. He was much more inerested in thinking about Carol, his sexy red-headed wife, and Jack Jr., his cunt-hungry son.
Principal Thomas wondered just how much longer he would be able to keep the lid on his family problems. He winced as he thought of Carol and her increasing fondness for Scotch and God knew what else to occupy her time while he was enclosed in his safe little haven of an office. He knew that Carol was almost at the breaking point now and it didn't take much to push her over the brink.
He recalled the same situation two years ago when he had been principal of a small Midwestern high school, and how, luckily, the circumstances of his resignation hadn't been made known to the Washington school board. He remembered Carol's tear-stained face and how she had promised never to jeopardize his job again, but after their battle last night, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold her in check much longer.
The same signs of restlessness were there�the same preoccupation with drinking and the same hungry gleam in her eyes when young deliverymen came to the house. He knew that it was just a matter of time until the whole town knew about his wife and her affinity for young boys, booze and weird sex.
Then there was the matter of young Jack Jr. and the affair with Sally Higgins, first-string cheerleader. He had hushed up the whole affair, persuading Sally's parents to send her away to an aunt on the East Coast for an indefinite stay, but he knew that next time he might not be so lucky and his talk with Jack Jr. had done nothing more than cause his ulcer to act up again.
Principal Jack Thomas had his share of problems and he had learned to mask them behind a professional appearance and a bland countenance. But even though his expression was benign, inwardly he seethed with righteous indignation. How could his wife and son put him in this damnable position! His wife had turned away from his arms to the comfort of too many drinks and too many clandestine lovers and his son had played with too many young students in the back seat of his van.
Jack Thomas had always tried to do the "right" thing. Even as a boy, growing up in the Midwest, he had stayed away from the charms of the easy girls and concentrated on his studies earning honors in both high school and college, and now this! If only he could break out from his degenerate family and start somewhere anew! Perhaps it was some fault or deficiency in him, but he honestly didn't think so. He really believed that it was the work of the fast new morals of the times and the fact that his wife and son were ill-equipped to handle any sort of temptation without succumbing.
Principal Thomas noted that the final bell was about to ring and groaned as he remembered the faculty meeting he had scheculed for this afternoon. He walked briskly out of his office and stood at his usual post by the door, saying goodbye to an;/ of the students who cared enough to speak.
Little Sherri Walker came up to tell him about the good mark she had gotten on her algebra test. Little Sherri was a cute eighth grader with a full figure and bouncy hair. She worked in the office fourth period and she always reminded him of the daughter he wished he had sired. It brightened his day when she bid him goodnight cheerfully. Then, with tired footsteps, he made his way down the deserted corridors to the faculty room where his meeting was scheduled.
The meeting was boring, as usual. Rescheduling of Friday's activities was discussed and it was finally agreed to cut each class period by ten minutes to allow time for the pep rally and prehomecoming activities in the afternoon. Finally the meeting was over and Principal Thomas went back to his office to pick up his briefcase for the fifteen minute drive home.
He sat at his desk for just a moment, lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves before the drive back to the house. Just as he was getting into his coat, he heard a tentative knock on the office door.
"Come in," he called, sitting down again behind his desk.
"Thank God you haven't left yet," said Bea Jones, the eighth-grade art teacher. She swept into the room oblivious of the fact his desk was cleared and his briefcase was placed by the door in readiness for his departure.
Bea Jones always made an entrance when she came into a room. Her short brown hair was cut in a stylish shag and she was resplendent in a bright-green suit with a red and orange under-blouse. Bea Jones always looked the part of an art teacher, her clothes being as colorful as the paintings her classes exhibited. She was the most exotic member of the faculty, and everyone knew she was recently divorced from her staid, insurance-agent husband.
Jack couldn't help but admire the way she had of making every person she talked to seem to be the most important person in her life at the moment She always seemed to be hanging on every word, expecting the other person to be bright and witty and making them feel that way even if they weren't.
Jack also couldn't help but admire the sexy way she had of moving, her graceful long-legged walk and the obvious curves that she took no pains to hide. She tossed a green-covered book on his desk and sank down into the chair beside his desk and lit a cigarette.
"What's the trouble now, Bea?" Jack asked, remembering other conferences about overcrowded classes and the lack-of supplies. "Don't you have enough brushes and paint for those budding young artists of yours?"
"That's not the trouble this time, Jack," Bea replied, giving him ah impish little grin. "Just take a look at the book I found being passed around my fifth-period art class."
She pointed to the green-covered book lying face-down on his desk. "When I confiscated the book, Craig Larsen had the nerve to suggest we devote a whole period to illustrating it!"
Principal Thomas picked up the book gingerly, something in Bea's eyes warning him of the shock to come.
He glanced at the cover of the book and gasped in surprise and anger. The cover picture depicted a voluptuous cheerleader positioned on her back on a gym mat, with her short skirt raised to her waist. All around her were the members of a basketball team, minus their gym shorts and grinning lewdly. The title, in large orange letters, read: "Team Fuck".
"My God, Bea!" Principal Thomas exclaimed, his face set in a shocked expression of disbelief. "Where in the world do they buy this filth?"
"Oh, they run down to that adult bookstore on Third Avenue on their lunch break," Bea replied casually. "If you think this is bad, take a look at the magazine I found on my desk for seventh period!"
Bea reached into her bag and pulled out a glossy magazine and handed it to her supervisor with a flourish.
Jack Thomas looked down at the material in his hand and he could feel a warm flush of color rushing to his face. With trembling hands he paged through the magazine.
The pictures were in full color and showed nude men and women in various positions, engaged in that age-old pastime of fucking. Despite the coolness of the room, Principal Thomas felt the heat rising in waves through his body.
"Here, Jack," Bea Jones said eagerly, getting up and walking around his desk to get a better look at the pictures. She reached over his shoulder and turned the pages until she came to a photograph of two figures in a sixty-nine position. "What do you think of that?" she inquired.
Jack Thomas stared at the picture, trying to think of something to say. He was conscious of Bea's firm tits pressed to his shoulders as she leaned over him to gaze at the picture.
"I agree that this material is utterly disgraceful!" he finally said, moistening his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. "What do you think we ought to do about it, Mrs. Jones?"
"I'll tell you what we ought to do, Jack," Bea said, ignoring his formality. She continued on in a low, but commanding voice. "I've been thinking about that magazine ever since I discovered it on my desk, and the only way I'm going to get it out of my mind is to go out and get laid! How about it, Jack? I'll bet you can give me a good fuck!"
Principal Thomas sat rigid at his desk. He had been prepared for Bea's suggestion that the offending student be found and punished, but certainly he had heard her wrong. Nothing in his training at the college had prepared him for a situation like this! Then, before he could voice a reply, Bea slipped her arms around his neck and turned his face to hers. "I've been thinking about this all through that stuffy faculty meeting, Jack," she said huskily.
Jack Thomas stood up, intending to try to calm the obviously deranged teacher, but somehow he found that she was in his arms, and before he knew what was happening, her trembling body was pressed against his, and he was kissing her passionately.
Her tits rubbed against his chest and her hips slid suggestively against his crotch. She moaned as she felt his cock harden and her wet hungry mouth sought his tongue again and again.
"Oh, Jack," she breathed, taking her mouth from his for an instant. "You don't know what it's been like since I left Herb. I've been wanting you since the first time I walked into this office. I used to lay in bed beside Herb and think of you. And every Wednesday night, when Herb decided it was time to exercise his 'rights as a husband', I'd try to pretend it was you who was holding me. Herb was an animal! He'd turn me over and climb on top of me, hump two or three times and come. Then he'd pat me on the ass and go to sleep. He was satisfied but I'd lay there and pray for a man! A real man, like you, Jack!"
She mumbled on about Herb, all the while running her hands up and down Jack's body, making it impossible for him to think of anything except the little tongues of flame she was creating with her insistent hands. Maybe she was what he needed�a warm passionate woman�someone like
Bea who didn't need booze or young boys to turn her on ...
Then he shook his head in disgust at his thoughts. He was a principal, and any affair with one of his staff could find him in a lot of trouble if anyone ever found out. How could he take a chance like that-one that would jeopardize his whole career?
Yet he felt himself continuing to respond to Bea's caresses and his cock grew even harder as he thought of the delights she was offering.
"Bea," he muttered with a groan as her soft hands kneaded the hardness at his crotch. "Bea, I know you're lonely, but we can't both take this risk. Think of your career as a teacher! And I'm a married man and your supervisor as well!"
"Don't be an idiot, Jack!" Bea said firmly. "You're sounding like a stuffy old principal instead of a man!" She continued to stroke his cock and balls with her soft hands.
Jack couldn't seem to muster the strength to pull away.
"I know you're a man, Jack, and you can't be getting much satisfaction from that bitch of a wife of yours. Everyone knows that she's got problems and she plays around every chance she gets!"
"But Bea ..." Jack protested, trying in vain to marshal his arguments and to remain cool, but her hot, wet mouth met his again, wiping out all reason until he felt the rage of his lust take over his senses.
He slipped his arms more tightly around her and crushed her body to his, and Bea moaned deep in her throat, sensing his decision.
She moved her eager pussy against his cock, harder and' harder, until they were both out of breath and he knew that he couldn't stop now. He had never felt so horny�he hadn't dreamed that he could be consumed by passion like this!
It had been years since he had felt this way about Carol. In those first few weeks after meeting her he had felt passion, but never the red-hot lust he now felt with Bea. Carol had been sweet and proper and he had married her, believing that she was as inexperienced as he. Then, on their wedding night, he had found out what his new bride was really like! He could remember her sarcastic words even now, after twenty years of tasteless marriage.
"You've got a lot to learn, Jack," she had retorted, after the act of consummating their marriage. "But don't worry, dear, you've got a good teacher!"
She stopped suddenly and stared at his shocked face. "Oh, no," she laughed coldly. "Don't tell me that you actually believed that little-girl act I've been dishing out! You simply couldn't have swallowed the Miss Innocence routine!"
But one look at Jack's face told her that he had indeed believed in her inexperience.
"I know enough for both of us, my virgin bridegroom!" Carol had laughed in a mocking voice. "And if you don't catch on quickly, I'm sure I can find plenty of others who will!"
At first, Jack had tried to satisfy his wife's insatiable demands, but soon her affinity for weird sex had disgusted him and he found himself turning more and more to his studies. True to her word, Carol had found others to satisfy her demands and, at first, she had complied with his stipulation to be discreet. In the past few years, though, she seemed bent on flaunting her perversion in his face, her escapades with young boys finally resulting in the loss of his previous job.
The pressure of Bea's body against his brought Jack back to the reality of the moment. He gazed at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her face had an expression of naked lust.
Why shouldn't he turn the tables on Carol? Jack thought swiftly. She'd been playing around with other men for so many years that it was insane to deprive himself, out of some ridiculous idea of morality. The hell with faithfulness! Jack decided, and crushed Bea's body to his, unbuttoning her blouse eagerly and grasping the bra-covered mounds of flesh she offered to him.
Bea gasped in pleasure and then gave a low-pitched, lusty laugh. "Better lock the door, Jack," she chuckled. "If the janitor happened to come in, I doubt if we could manage to convince him that this was the usual teacher-principal conference!"
Bea watched him turn the lock, and as he came back to her waiting arms, her eyes glowed hot with desire. Her hands deftly loosened the buttons on his shirt and she unbuckled his belt. She ran her hands over his chest and reached lower to slide the zipper of his pants noiselessly down. Then she dropped to her knees before him and he felt her Warm fingers at the waistband of his shorts. Ever so slowly, she lowered them until his powerful stiffened cock burst free.
"My God!" she cried in wonder, her eyes focused on his throbbing shaft. "Your cock is huge! And beautiful! I've been waiting a long time for this!"
Her eyes were slightly glazed and she licked her lips in anticipation. "You stand right there, honey," she instructed him, "and let Bea show you what you've been missing all your life!"
She stood up hastily, and threw her blouse from her shoulders, proud tits struggling to be free under the tight bra. Then she reached behind her and with a swift motion, unhooked the imprisoning garment.
Her tits were splendid! Jack felt his balls tingle as they bounced and quivered while she struggled to slip out of her skirt. As she removed the last of her clothes she whirled around, displaying her lush, eager body.
Jack's balls began to ache with desire for her. He didn't know how much longer he could stand to remain motionless. Already a drop of cum was appearing on the head of his swollen cock.
Bea walked slowly to him, savoring the desire in his eyes, and dropped to her knees before him. She reached out and began lightly stroking his almost bursting shaft. A low moan escaped his lips as her hungry mouth came closer and closer to his cock.
Then, with a lightning-fast motion, her tongue darted out and she flicked the drop of cum from his cockhead. He shuddered as she began licking his prick with her hot, wet tongue, up and down the shaft until he was ready to go crazy with desire. Suddenly she grasped his ass in her hands, and brought his hips forward to meet her mouth, burying his cock in her eager throat.
Jack's trembling legs could no longer support him, and he slipped to the rug and reached for her cunt, wanting to feel the warm wetness on his fingers. He thrust his hand between her trembling thighs and parted her incredibly wet cuntlips.
Jack had read about eating pussy, but it had always seemed repulsive to him. Amazingly though, he felt an incredibly strong desire to bury his tongue in Bea's steamy cunt. He rolled over on top of her and spread her legs wide, gazing at the beauty of her thick bush and rosy-pink cunt. He smelled the musky, sweet smell of her passion and rubbed his face in the soft silken hairs.
"Do it to me, Jack!" Bea begged, taking her lips from his cock for an instant. "Suck me! Eat me!"
Jack lowered his cock to her hot mouth and groaned as she began to devour him again. Then his tongue flickered gently in her creamy pussy until he found her tiny, hot clit.
He ran his tongue lightly over the sensitive little bud and he heard her gasp in pleasure and her hips moved, thrusting her pussy higher toward the thrusting tongue that sent thrills of pleasure through her.
Bea spread her legs wider and wider, giving him free access to her creaming pussy. Finally she thrust herself away from him and moaned, "Please, Jack, I can't wait any longer! Fuck me! Put your cock in me NOW!"
Hastily, Jack turned around, his cock almost at the bursting point. She opened her legs very wide and looked urgently at him, her eyes blazing with need.
He knelt between her widespread legs and held his long, hard cock in his hand. Then he rubbed it over her creaming pussy, enjoying the futile thrusts her hips made as they tried in vain to capture their prize.
"Please, Jack!" she begged, whimpering in passion. "Please your cock in! I need you NOW!"
Jack's passions were almost at the point of no return, and he grabbed her ass tightly and began to guide his hot cock slowly into her steamy cunt. He heard her moans as if from a distance, and gave himself up to exquisite pleasure as his long cock inched its delicious way home.
Her cunt was slick and unbelievably hot. She held him tightly with her legs and her pussy held him even more tightly. She locked her legs around his back and Jack found it impossible to move. Her cunt was pulsing and pulling him even deeper into its delicious depths. Her eyes fluttered closed and her face was a mask of complete lust.
Jack gazed at the writhing, trembling woman beneath him and drove his prick all the way in, nosing her soft, hot womb. Bea gasped as he pushed her legs up and banged away at her, battering her womb with his cock. He felt the sharpness of her nails as she dug into his shoulders, and yet he held her in place firmly, a prisoner of his body.
Jack continued to thrust until he was wild with passion. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck and she shuddered in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh, GOD!" she screamed. "YESSSS ...
it's so good! Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me hard! Hard ... HARD!"
Jack began thrusting with brutal force, slamming into her with increasing speed, lunging forcefully and hearing her gasping as his balls slapped against her lush ass with a spanking sound.
Jack was so immersed in fucking Bea, feeling the thick, foamy cream of her cunt and hearing the smacking and squishing sounds of their balling, that he was oblivious of the whistling outside his window and the soft gasp as it abruptly ceased.
Perhaps he would hot have abandoned all restraint had he known that Craig Larsen, Bea's errant student and school photographer, was joyfully snapping photos as he and the art teacher fucked wildly on the office floor!
But Jack was not thinking about students now. He was raised slightly off Bea's body and watching his thick cock lunge in and out of Bea's glistening cunt and hearing her screams and moans of pleasure.
Bea arched her back suddenly, stiffening her body and stretching her neck back in ecstasy. She lunged herself tightly against him and remained rigid for a moment. He felt her cunt pulsing and throbbing around his thick shaft and he felt a scalding flood of her cream as the powerful climax rippled through her body. Her teeth sank into the flesh of his chest and her legs wrapped so tightly around him she almost left him breathless.
"AAAHHHH!" she screamed. "AAAHHHH, JACK!"
She seemed to have one climax after another, moaning and screaming incoherently as Jack lunged away in abandon. At last she screamed, "Come now, Jack! Quickly!" and Jack could feel her body tense for one last tearing orgasm.
Jack grasped her moist ass cruelly and thrust again and again into her waiting body. It took only a few tearing thrusts and he felt his cock jerk uncontrollably. He thrust once more and he was coming, jetting out burst after burst of cum, soaking her swollen pussy with his jism and feeling the shudder of her final climax draining the last drop from his throbbing prick.
Jack pillowed his head on Bea's soft tits and both of them sank into that dream-world that follows a perfect fuck. Their breathing slowed to normal and neither of them noticed the stealthy footsteps as Craig Larsen quietly moved away from the window.
Finally Jack reluctantly raised his body. No longer in the heat of passion, his mind dwelt on caution. "We'd better dress, Bea," he suggested, running his hand lightly over her lovely tits and kissing her lips gently.
"Yes," Bea said softly. "It wouldn't do to be caught like this, would it?" She stood up slowly and began gathering her clothes.
Jack zipped his pants and straightened his tie.
"Thank you, Jack," she said, slipping into her clothes hurriedly. "It's never been so good for me before."
"Next time we'll have to meet in a more private place," Jack suggested, beginning to tidy up the office.
"You mean there will be a next time?" Bea cried, rushing to hug him joyfully. "I thought you might be so shocked that you'd avoid being alone with me again! You mean you want to do this again?"
"Don't be silly, Bea," Jack replied, hugging her tightly. "Now that I've found you, do you really think I'd let you go? Next time we'll arrange to go out of town and spend more time together. How about the teachers' conference next month? We're both scheduled to attend and no one will be the wiser if one of our rooms isn't slept in."
"What a marvelous idea!" Bea giggled. "We can spend the whole time in bed and have a little conference of our own."
Properly dressed and professional-looking, Bea and Jack walked to the faculty parking lot. They waved to each other cheerfully as they drove off in opposite directions, and Craig Larsen patted his camera cheerfully as he watched them depart. Then he turned and walked quickly toward the photography lab, prepared to spend a few enjoyable hours in the darkroom developing the day's filming.
Chapter Two
Carol walked to the liquor cabinet and freshened her drink. Then she mentally cursed Jack for coming home late from work. If she had only known Jack would be late, she could have arranged another session with Craig Larsen, Jack Jr.'s best friend. She wiggled suggestively as she thought of that first encounter with Craig, and the memory of brooding eyes and hard young body triggered those wanton desires that she had promised her husband she would learn to control.
Just last Friday Craig had come to the house to pick up Jack Jr. Somehow there had been a last-minute change in plans and Jack Jr. had left earlier, asking his mother to tell Craig to meet him later.
Carol had been drinking and watching television since early afternoon. She was tipsy and bored beyond belief. The alcohol used to relax her but now it just served to awaken the desires she tried to keep buried. She had been startled when the doorbell rang and hurried to answer it without bothering to put on a robe to cover the thin hostess gown she was wearing. One look at Craig standing on the doorstep had convinced her that the change in Jack Jr.'s plans was to her advantage.
"Come in, Craig," she had invited graciously. "I was just hoping for someone to join me for a drink. Jack Jr. will be back in a few minutes," she lied casually, "and it's up to me to entertain you until he gets here."
She walked to the bar to pour him a drink, purposefully standing there, in front of the lamp, tantalizing him with the fact she was wearing nothing under her thin lounging gown. "You do drink, don't you, Craig?" she inquired as she quickly poured a double shot of Scotch for him.
"Yeah," he replied, swallowing painfully.
As Carol walked back toward the boy seated on the couch, she could see by the nervous way he licked his lips and the hot gleam in his eyes that her actions had been fully appreciated.
"Well, Craig, are you enjoying school this year?" she asked in an innocent voice, sinking to a low bean-bag chair directly across from the couch where he was sitting.
"Yeah, I guess so," Craig mumbled, taking a gulp of his drink.
The way Carol was sitting on the low chair gave him an excellent view of the top of her gown and the swell of her bursting breasts. He conjured up a vision of Mrs. Thomas, lying on a bed with those long tanned legs spread invitingly. He forced himself to look away, but the vision persisted and he felt his cock harden and a familiar ache started to take possession of his balls.
He took another gulp of his drink and the burning liquid formed a glow in his body, centering at his crotch. He wondered if Principal Thomas and his wife ever got it on in bed. From what Jack Jr. had told him about his old man, Mrs. Thomas seemed too much of a hot number for her staid, stuffy husband. Mrs. Thomas always had that sexy look about her and he bet that she would really appreciate a hot-blooded stud now and then. , He took another pull at his drink and tried not to notice the way Mrs. Thomas was sitting and the way her legs were spread slightly.
"Do you have any girlfriends, Craig?" Mrs. Thomas continued, seemingly oblivious of the effect her posture was creating- He felt sure that she would notice the bulge in his jeans and he shifted positions slightly, but that only served to harden his cock even more.
"Yeah, I've got my share of girlfriends, Mrs. Thomas," Craig replied, wondering how long he could sit across from the sexy Mrs. Thomas before he would be forced to go outside and beat off.
"Please call me Carol," Mrs. Thomas said. "I want you to think of me as a friend and forget all about the difference in our ages. Let's pretend that I'm your girlfriend for a few minutes. Tell me what you talk about with your-girlfriend,- Craig."
"Oh, we talk about school and the football team and stuff like that," Craig replied, wondering why Mrs. Thomas was asking such a strange question.
"That doesn't sound very interesting, Craig," she replied. "Don't you ever talk about something interesting, like sex?"
Craig gasped in surprise. Mrs. Thomas sounded exactly like she was giving him a come-on. If she had really been his girlfriend he would have whipped his cock out right there and proved to her that actions speak louder than words. Older women were certainly strange he thought, wishing that he understood her motives.
Mrs. Thomas certainly was hot stuff! He noticed that her nipples were hardening against the fabric of her gown. He couldn't keep his eyes from the front of her gown and the tiny marbles poking out and winking at him.
Well, if she wanted to play, he sure would be willing! If only Jack Jr. weren't coming home! He took another gulp of his drink and decided to be bold.
"We don't talk about sex that much, Carol," he said, and then grinned. "We just go out and ball!"
"Would you like to ball me, Craig?" Carol asked, encouraged by his boldness. She thrust her breasts out even more. "I can see that I make you hot. Your jeans are looking like a tent in front.5'
Craig was slightly flustered. He hadn't expected such a direct reply. He swallowed noisily.
"Weil sure, Carol, I'd like to ball you, except that Jack Jr. will be coming home soon and you're married and ..."
Craig stopped trying to answer, flustered beyond all recovery as she parted her legs, shamelessly revealing the moist pink lips of her pussy.
"What's the matter, Craig?" she questioned in a lazy voice. "Haven't you ever seen pussy before?"
Craig met Carol's eyes for a moment, and then dropped his gaze to stare helplessly at her fluffy cunt and the delicious pink gash revealed between her wantonly parted thighs.
"I must admit that I lied to you, Craig," she continued, running her fingers lightly over her silky cunt hairs. "I just wanted some company for my hot pussy. Jack Jr. isn't coming back at all. You're supposed to meet him at the drive-in, unless, of course, you'd rather stay here and play..." She smiled at him in open invitation.
Craig seemed rooted to the couch. He couldn't move. He just sat there, staring at her lush adult body. Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined that Mrs. Thomas would offer her delicious body to him in such an exciting way. He gazed at her, spellbound, "Well, don't just stand there and gawk, silly," she said commandingly. "Get out of those clothes and let me take a look at you too."
Craig couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her lush body, but her words served to release him from immobility. He stood up, hurriedly, and began to fumble awkwardly out of his clothes, watching her cunt all the while, as if he were afraid she would disappear if he took his eyes off the target for an instant.
Carol gasped as he revealed his hard, young body. He was built like an athlete in prime condition, with wide, sturdy shoulders, the narrow hips of a boy, and well-muscled arms and legs. His skin had a golden glow and looked soft to the touch, but not babyishly soft. He looked like a young Adonis, lean and strong, and Carol licked her lips in anticipation.
Then her eyes dropped to his cock and her smile grew wider. It was readily apparent that his cock was eager to begin its delightful work. It was already standing at attention, swelling head lifted high from its base which was buried snugly in the curly black hair surrounding its massive shaft.
At first Carol had thought that his'cock was fully erect, but as she watched, it grew even harder, the purplish head rubbing up tightly against his belly, stretching the total length to outrageous proportions.
"Come here," Carol whispered hoarsely, feeling her cunt twitch and cream as she thought of touching his beautiful body.
Craig rushed eagerly to /ter and then stood in front of the chair, not quire sure whether to hurl himself on top of her in the bean bag, or to pull her into a standing position beside him.
Carol laughed as she saw indecision written on his face. "Don't be in such a hurry, honey," she said huskily, reaching out to place both hands on his slim hips. "You just do what I tell you to do and we'll get along fine."
Craig's prick was looming stiffly at her, right on the level of her face, and her hot moist lips. Craig trembled as he realized that his cock was only inches from her beautiful mouth and his balls tingled as they felt her warm breath as she spoke.
He put out his hand for her, but she stopped him. "No! Don't touch me yet. I want to play with my new toy for a while." Her hands moved from his hips to his swelling balls.
"God!" he whimpered as her fingers lightly massaged the bursting sac. He gasped as one hand ventured higher, beginning to stroke the sleek, hard shaft, slowly from the base up to the velvety soft and sensitive head.
Then quickly, her warm, wet tongue began to lick eagerly at the tip of his swollen prick, sending ripples of pleasure through his whole body. Her naughty tongue flicked in his glistening glans hole to lap up the drop of fluid oozing out, reaming and cleaning him until he thought he would burst with joy.
She circled around and around his throbbing cockhead, sucking him deeper and deeper into her hot, red mouth until he was buried in her sucking, slippery throat. He could hear the slurping and smacking sounds she made as she gorged herself on his eager prick. The sounds of her pleasure plus the sensations that were coursing through his body were almost too much to bear!
Carol was the first woman who had ever sucked his cock, and he couldn't believe that this ecstasy was really happening to him. He had heard all about giving head in the conversations the boys held in the locker room, but actually having the principal's wife do these delicious things to him was too good to believe!
He tried to remain cool about the whole experience, but despite his efforts, he felt his swollen prick begin to throb wildly and he knew that in a matter of seconds he would explode in her slippery hot throat.
Carol seemed to know precisely the instant he was ready to come, and she nipped his cock sharply with her teeth and pulled away, grinning wickedly at him.
"Oh, no you don't!" she said teasingly, shaking her finger at him. "I'm not going to let you come until I'm good and ready! First I'm going to teach you how to return the favor!"
Carol stood up and slipped out of the gown she was still wearing. "Come here, honey," she beckoned to him lewdly, "and I'll show you how to eat pussy."
She stretched out on the couch and motioned for him to join her. She was lying on her back with one leg up over the back of the couch, her pussy in easy reach of his hands and mouth.
"See this?" she asked, spreading her cuntlips with her fingers. "Let me show you what I like."
Craig gazed in fascination at her glistening pussy, creamy with the juices of her passion. He had never been afforded the opportunity of examining a pussy up close before. All of his sexual experiences had been hurried affairs in the narrow back seat of a car, or on a blanket in some deserted place, and they all had taken place in darkness. Even if his girlfriends had been willing to let him satisfy his curiosity about cunts, there would have been no light available for a real view. Now here she was, the principal's wife, eagerly displaying her pussy for him to examine!
This was a totally different kind of situation and he reveled in the fact that he could actually see that mystical gash and view it closely. He was still new enough at sex to be thoroughly fascinated by the wonders he saw before his eyes!
He saw the throbbing hole of her pussy, and farther up, just below the silky, curling hairs of her mound, he saw the stiff little bump of her clit. He stared, longing to touch, but not knowing where to start.
"You're staring like a kid in a candy store," Carol remarked mockingly, accurately reading his hesitation. "You can't decide what to try first and you're wondering if you can handle the merchandise." She gave a low throaty laugh. "It's look and touch time, sweetie. Just watch me for a minute and you'll see what I want you to do."
Her hand dipped down into her steamy cunt, rubbing the wet, creamy lips lightly with her fingers. Then her fingers moved higher, lightly stroking until they fastened around her hard little clit, pulling and teasing the spot with her fingers. He heard her sighs and moans of pleasure and suddenly he was pushing her hands away boldly.
"Let me," he begged, and quickly imitated her actions, gazing anxiously at her face to see if he was pleasing her.
"Oooh, that's right, baby," she murmured, a rapt expression covering her face. "Easy now, lightly ... my clit is just as sensitive as the head of your cock."
Craig was amazed at her dripping pussy. It was so wet and slick! His hand was covered with frothy cunt cream and her whole pussy was soaked and glistening. He cast a quick glance at her face and saw that she had a glazed look as she made little incoherent sounds almost like growls, deep in her throat.
Quickly she pushed his hand away. "Eat me!" she demanded. "Do the same thing with your tongue and suck my clit! If you do it right, I'll suck you again too."
Craig leaned his mouth close to her steaming pussy, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and tickled her hard little clit.
Carol gasped and moved violently beneath him, spreading her long legs even wider. He reached out again, more firmly now, and circled the hard red shaft, his tongue applying more and more pressure. Her pussy gushed another flood of cream and she threw her head back wildly.
Then he felt her reach for his cock, moving him deftly with her hands until they were in the sixty-nine position. Her breath was hot on his throbbing shaft and he leaked out a drop of cum in anticipation of the delights of her sucking, mouth.
"Just pretend it's a little cock," she instructed, her lips hot against his balls, which were aching with a fierce urgency. "Suck me the way you like to be sucked* Do everything I do."
Then she sucked him eagerly into her mouth with a powerful motion, slurping and swallowing, running her hands, across his asscheeks and straining to pull him even deeper into her burning mouth.
Craig followed suit, matching her every move. Tonguing and sucking as she had taught him, duplicating every delicious move she made on his throbbing shaft. He ran his tongue around and around the tiny bud of her pulsing clit and was rewarded by moaning sounds and her increased motion on his prick.
Craig's eyes became crazed with lust as he felt his cock being pulled deeper and deeper. The pleasure was becoming so intense he knew he was about to lose control. He gasped in surprise and then pleasure as she slipped one probing finger into his tight asshole. His cock throbbed warningly. It was almost torture to try to hold back now. She had gone too far!
Quickly she thrust his body away from her, sensing his excitement and realizing that he was on the verge of spurting his load into her throat. It would be nice to feel him jetting and throbbing in her mouth, but she wanted him to fill her aching pussy even more. She wanted some hard, fast fucking now!
"Hurry!" she demand. "Put your cock in me!
Hurry!"
Frantically, Craig held himself in check and only a few drops of cum escaped to drop between her quivering tits. He scrambled quickly around and poised himself to enter her steaming cunt, knowing that his pulsing shaft could stand no more excitement without exploding.
"Hurry, stud! Fuck me�NOW!" Carol screamed, and Craig sank his long throbbing cock home. But the sound of her sexy words plus the throbbing and clutching of her blazing cunt were just too much for him to endure.
"AAAHHH!" he cried, and collapsed on top of her as spasm after spasm of pleasure ripped through his body, leaving him drained and exhausted.
She moved frantically against his soft, limp rod, and then gave a long sigh of resignation. He knew that he had disappointed her, but there was no reviving his exhausted cock.
He wished to lay quietly for a moment and savor the rich satisfied feeling in his loins, but Carol pushed his body from hers with an impatient gesture.
"Hurry and get dressed," she commanded. "And next time don't come so fast! I like to get fucked hard and long!" She emphasized the last word, staring coldly into his eyes. "You'll have to learn how to last longer than that or I won't let you ball me again!"
Craig dressed quickly and left immediately, feeling uncomfortable, as if he had failed to live up to her expectations of him as a stud. She was treating him like a little boy who hadn't done as she ordered and he resented it.
"Cocksucking bitch!" he muttered to himself as he started his car and drove to the drive-in. But despite his uncomfortable feelings, he was still pleased with his evening visit to the Thomas residence.
"She's really a hot piece* but she needs to be taught to respect a man!" he muttered to himself. "If I could only get the upper hand, she wouldn't act so high and mighty! Then she'd be worried about pleasing me, instead of the other way around!"
Craig was already licking his lips in anticipation of another evening with Carol Thomas, but his determination to have the upper hand was foremost in his thoughts. He vowed to figure out some way to make her beg for his cock the next time he saw her!
He pulled into a space at the drive-in and walked rapidly toward the booths inside. He could already see a crowd of his friends gathered in a large corner booth. He waved to Jack Jr., grinning widely, and slid into a spot next to cute Sherri Walker. Sherri looked like she might be hot stuff herself, but not even the sight of her stiff nipples under the tight pink sweater she wore could make him forget his vision of Carol Thomas on her knees before him, begging him to let her suck his prick.
Chapter Three
Principal Jack Thomas drove home with a full satisfied feeling in his balls and a smile on his handsome face. He didn't feel the least bit guilty about fucking Bea Jones. As a matter of fact, balling with the art teacher gave him a feeling of assurance and power that was quite new to him and very pleasurable.
He hoped that Carol was worried about him being late, but he knew that she probably wasn't even aware of the time. No doubt she was pie-eyed by now, and she had made it only too clear that she didn't care what time he came home, or even if he came home at all! He would probably find her sleeping off the effects of the afternoon's boozing, stereo blaring away and the dinner table not even set. He would end up eating a TV dinner that he would have to prepare himself.
As he pulled into the driveway, he could hear the stereo tuned to a popular rock station and he saw the lights on in the living room. He let himself into the house and stopped at the living room door in shocked surprise. Carol was indeed lying on the couch and she was snoring lightly, as he had expected, but the position she was in made his face burn with anger!
She was stretched out, fast asleep, with her legs spread and her skirt rolled up to her waist. One hand was resting on her breast, still partially clenched around one rosy nipple. The other hand was buried in her busy muff and sticky cunt cream was oozing out between her fingers. She had a slight smile on her face, and, as he watched, she moaned slightly and her creamy fingers twitched lightly in her pussy, bringing forth another deluge of her frothy, white cream.
Jack was too shocked to speak! He stood like a statue and stared at his beautiful wife, spread out like a whore for anyone who passed by the open picture window to see. He felt his anger build!
What the hell was she doing to him? What if someone had walked past the window and saw her displayed like a harlot? Wasn't it bad enough that she had to fuck every teenage delivery boy and repairman in the area, without advertising it as well? Even worse, what if Jack Jr. had come home and seen his mother in such a position! My God!
Jack's hands were shaking in outrage! How dare she do something like this to him!
He strode to the window and pulled the drapes closed viciously. Then he picked up an afghan from a chair and threw it roughly over his wife.
Carol opened her eyes as she felt the afghan cover her. She sat up and blinked rapidly, taking in Jack's outraged expression, and then she smiled a sulky smile.
"Well, hello there, my dear sweet husband," she drawled sarcastically in a lazy voice. "So sorry I didn't greet you properly dressed!"
Jack was too angry to reply. He turned his back and ignored her. He stalked over to a chair and picked up the newspaper, intending to bury himself in reading so he would not have to reply to her drunken taunts.
Carol giggled drunkenly and threw back the cover with defiance, spreading her legs widely. "What's the matter, Jackie?" she asked, slurring her words heavily. "Don't you like to look at my pussy any more? Do I repulse you that much, Mr. Principal? Here!"
She spread her cuntKps with her fingers.
"It's still the same little twat you could hardly wait to get into before we were married! Don't you like pussy any more, Jack? Maybe your tastes have changed and you prefer little eighth-grade boys with their tight pink assholes!"
Jack struggled to maintain his aloof attitude. He'd be damned if he'd reply to her drunken accusations!
"Look at me, Jack!" she taunted. "Or are you afraid that you'll get horny and then you'll have to dip that lily-white prick of yours into my nasty old twat!"
Jack's face was chalk white and he pressed his lips together tightly. He wanted to scream at her, but he knew that he should ignore her silly words. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to ignore her persistent voice.
"I'll bet you're getting hard right now, Jack, just thinking about my wet little pussy, aren't you?" she continued. "It's hot, Jack: I laid here and played with my pussy until it was all worked up and steamy for you! I've been good today, Jack! I didn't even ask the milkman to come in! I saved it all afternoon for you, Jack!"
"Shut up, you bitch!" he screamed, jumping up and standing over her with his fist clenched. "You're a filthy slut, and there's no way in hell you could turn me on any more!"
Carol smiled and then reached out and quickly unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out before he could stop her. To her delight it was thick and hard! She grinned, and then laughed openly when he jerked away.
"What's the matter, Jack? Are you surprised to find that your cock has a mind of its own? You may not want to fuck me, but that hard rod of yours sure does!"
Jack was scarlet with rage! He was furious with Carol and her whorish ways, but he was even more angry at the betrayal of his own body! He looked down at his erect cock, jutting out from the front of his pants, hard as a rock. He couldn't very well deny that his wife's actions had turned him on! The evidence was thrusting right out, for both of them to see! He grabbed his uncontrollable prick and jammed it back into his pants with a disgruntled expression on his face.
"Why waste that beautiful hard-on, Jack?" Carol said, her eyes glued to the front of his pants, still seeing the long, hard shaft that had been thrusting out at her seconds before. "Jack Jr. won't be home for a couple of hours. Why don't you just forget about being mad and fuck me!"
Her voice had gotten softer and she licked her lips in anticipation of the treat she was sure would come, but she couldn't resist one last taunt. "Unless, of course, you'd rather slink up to the bathroom and beat off!"
Jack caught his breath in his throat. That comment really stung! He wondered if she knew about all the times he had gotten horny, watching her lush body, and then had gone to the bathroom to beat his meat, preferring to come in his own hand rather than give her the satisfaction of knowing he was turned on by her charms.
"Go to hell, Carol!" Jack muttered angrily. "I've had it with your little taunts and your superior attitude when it comes to sex!"
He was shouting now, no longer caring if the neighbors heard. "I won't waste my hard-on, don't worry! I'll fuck you! But this time it'll be my way!"
He grapped her gown at the top, where it barely covered her tits, and tore it savagely off her.
As the gown ripped in his grasp, from neckline to hem, Carol's eyes took on a slightly frightened look. Jack had never done anything like this before! He was actually acting like a man, and she wasn't at all sure that she liked it! She was used to handling Jack in all sorts of situations, but he was acting entirely different!
Jack had always acted so apologetic when they had fucked before�almost like he was doing something disgraceful�something he really didn't want to do. And he always tried to get it over with as soon as possible. He had never, in all the years of their marriage, acted like he was the boss! And he certainly had never ripped her gown off!
Jack seemed to be a totally different person, and Carol wondered, for a fleeting second, just what had happened to him to cause the change from a timid little wimp into a self assured he-man. Even though she was a little frightened, she hoped the change was here to stay. She had always hated his timid, gentle ways, especially in bed. Carol would pussy-whip any man who would stand for it, but she really wanted someone to show that he was man enough to tame her!
Carol felt a shiver of fear run through her, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was true that she was a little frightened of the new Jack, but she could feel her pussy getting slick with excitement nonetheless!
This was the first time that Jack had acted like a man who knew what he wanted, and her body loved it! Her cunt was hot and pulsing, and she could hardly wait for him to bury his thick prick in her steamy warmth. There was a little seed of worry, deep down inside her, but she pushed it out of her consciousness. She could always get the upper hand with Jack!
Jack's eyes were glazed in anger and in passion. He relished the little flicker of fear he had seen on
Carol's face. It was about time that bitch started showing him a little respect! He'd show her now! This time he was calling the shots! He grabbed his wife by the quivering mounds of her luscious tits and squeezed.
"So you want to be fucked, do you?" he said cruelly, twisting her trembling boobs until she cried out in pain. "All right, hot pants! I'm going to fuck your brains out!"
Carol was becoming mgre and more frightened by the look of crazed lust in Jack's eyes. He had never been even slightly violent before, and he certainly hadn't ever used such language! He had always been too gentle and too proper to suit her. But now she didn't know whether the new Jack was exactly what she wanted either.
She wondered, for a fleeting moment, whether her taunts had pushed him too far this time. Then she cried out in actual fear as he threw her roughly to the floor, bumping her head painfully. He had never acted like this before!
"Jack! Take it easy! Please!" she begged, but he twisted her hands behind her back and pinned her to the rug. Then she whimpered in fear as he jacked her over onto her belly.
"Jack! Don't!" she begged again, her fear completely taking the place of her passion. "Don't hurt me! PLEASE!" The rough fabric of the rug �was scratching the tender skin of her tits and Jack had both of her hands firmly grasped in one of his powerful fists.
"It's time I taught you a lesson, slut!" Jack yelled, and he slapped one hand down on her ass, holding her down with the other. The slap rang out sharply through the room, followed by the sound of Carol's whimper.
She screamed as Jack's heavy hand came down on the quivering globes of her ass, again and again. Her butt was bouncing up and down with each lunge of his hand and her asscheeks were already turning deep red.
"Take this, whore!" Jack shouted. "And this! And THIS! AND THIS!" His words were punctuated with stinging slaps, becoming harder and harder as Jack's anger grew more and more out of control.
Carol's gleaming-white buttocks were turning a purplish red with the punishment of Jack's hand.
He could see the welts beginning to form on her perfect round globes. He knew that he must be hurting her dreadfully, but he didn't care! He would get even for all the times she had laughed at him and all the heartbreak she had caused!
He could feel the heat of her ass under his hand. Waves of heat radiated from her aching and tortured asscheeks and she quivered and twitched in response to his descending hand. He'd raise welts, all right! Let her try to explain that to her next lover!
Carol's cries were becoming louder with each blow. She had given up trying to plead with him to stop, and no matter how she twisted and moved her body, she could find no way to escape his punishing hand.
Jack watched her body eagerly, rejoicing in the welts that had begun to appear across her ass. He saw the imprint of his fingers cross and criss-cross in a pattern of pain. He watched her hips moving convulsively against .the rug and a malicious grin spread over his face. He had waited a long time to give this bitch what she deserved!
He stopped for a moment to rest, panting with his efforts. Her hips kept moving, rubbing and writhing against the rough rug. He watched her closely and then gasped as he realized why she continued to move, even though the painful blows had ceased!
Good God! He reeled back in shock! Carol was actually turned on by his cruel treatment of her! He couldn't suppress the shiver of revulsion that ran through him!
And turned on, Carol surely was! Her asscheeks felt like they were on fire! At first she had felt nothing but pain at Jack's blows, but soon the fire in her asscheeks had extended, moving lower and causing a warm sensation in her cunt. With every slap of Jack's hand, her hot little clit had moved against the rough tufts of the rug, and now it was throbbing and burning. She was turned on like she had never been before! Her whole body was blazing with lust and her cunt was creaming and pulsing!
Jack jerked her over onto her back with a muttered curse. He slapped her tits, hard.
"AAGHHHH!" she screamed as he slapped first one tit and then the other, alternating bursts of fire that tore through her body.
Her nipples were hard nubs of rock, jutting out from the trembling pink mounds, aching for his stinging slaps.
Then his hand moved down, through a blaze of pain and perverse pleasure, to concentrate on her dripping pussy. At his first contact with her throbbing clitty, she felt a flood of frothy cunt cream soak her tortured cunt. Again and again his hand slammed down on her pulsing clit, until she felt herself about to come with the burning pleasure.
Abruptly, the punishing but delightful hand stopped! Her cunt arched upward, waiting for the next blow-the blow that would bring her to blinding orgasm! But that next blow never came!
She waited for long moments, poised on the brink of incredible pleasure, praying for that final slap that would release her from this terrible frustration. The room was deathly still. The only sounds were her gasping noises and Jack's heavy breathing.
She opened her eyos to see Jack staring at her, an expression of cruel delight on his face. Jack Thomas had just thought of the perfect way to get even with his horny wife! And best of all, he didn't even have to fuck her to accomplish it!
"Don't stop, Jack!" she pleaded, her poised body trembling and shaking in passion. "Finish me off! Please! I'm about to come! Please, Jack! PLEASE!"
Jack slapped her hard across the face with the palm of his hand. He laughed cruelly as she twisted and writhed in agonized frustration.
"Not this time, bitch!" he shouted in glee. "This time you're going to Jcnow how it feels to beg for it! Go find someone to fuck you, Carol! I'm sick of you and your horny cunt!"
Then he got quickly to his feet and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him, and leaving Carol moaning and crying in frustration.
"Damn you, Jack Thomas!" she screamed after him.
But he couldn't hear her. The car was already pulling out of the driveway with Jack at the wheel. Jack Thomas had gotten the upper hand for the first time in his long, married life!
Chapter Four
Jack Jr. wasn't feeling a bit guilty about lying to his mother when he had called home earlier. Lying was like a second nature to him by this time in his life. He knew that his mother didn't really care what he was doing as long as he didn't bother her. The only rule she had laid down for him was to do as he pleased but not to get caught!
His father was something else again! Jack Jr. shuddered as he thought back to the scene with his father after the confrontation with Judy Christian-son's parents. It was true that he had knocked lip Judy, but he really thought that his father's reaction was a little unrealistic. The whole thing would have blown over in a few weeks, and he thought his father was foolish to quit his job and move the family to this hick city.
He did have to give his father credit though. The old man had really tried to talk to him and help. The poor guy obviously felt like he had failed in being a father, and Jack Jr. felt sorry for him. It wasn't really his father's fault that things had turned out the way they had.
He felt a little twinge of guilt when he remembered the pain and disappointment mirrored on his father's face. Poor guy! He just didn't understand how it was in the real world. Jack Jr. doubted that his father had ever had a decent fuck in his whole life! He was so hung up on being moral and proper that he didn't even realize what a sex bomb he had right in his own house!
Jack Jr. was sure that if his father would fuck the hell out of his mother, the whole family situation would improve one hundred percent. His father would be a lot happier, getting first-class nooky, and maybe his mother would settle down and stop hitting the booze and giving the come-on to everything in pants that walked through the front door!
"Oh, shit!" Jack Jr. muttered in exasperation, feeling helpless in the face of his family's dilemma. He couldn't straighten out their lives for them! They were too used to going on with their sere wed-up lives and neither one of them would listen to advice from their own kid, even if he were right!
Jack Jr. thought of his mother's reaction when he had called to tell her that he was with a bunch of the guys. He could tell by the agreeable slurring of her words that she was already loaded to the gills and was glad she didn't have to bother with him for another couple of hours.
"I'm with a bunch of the guys," had been his standard excuse for numerous activities he wished to keep secret from his parents. The excuse worked well for a quick roll in the hay with one of the cheerleaders, a time out boozing with his crowd, or even for stolen moments in a friend's house, smoking a little pot and getting high. It even worked for situations like the one he had found himself in tonight.
On this particular evening, Jack Jr., or J.J. as his friends called him, was staked out, hiding in the bushes forming the back hedge of Bea Jones' house.
Bea lived in a secluded cul-de-sac area, far away from the traffic noises and the prying eyes of her neighbors. She loved her small house, isolated from the rest of the town, and because of this isolation, she rarely bothered to pull the shades or curtains.
J.J. had discovered this interesting fact when he had gone to her house one evening to pick up an art paper she had taken home to grade and then forgotten. He had knocked at her front door, but she hadn't answered his knock. Thinking that she was probably working in the back of the house, perhaps out of earshot of the door, he had walked around the house, pushing his way through the bushes that grew in an untended hedge in the back yard. He knew that she was home as her car was parked in the driveway, and he had been about to knock at the back door when he saw a shadowy figure in the bedroom window, facing the back yard.
Some instinct had told him to wait before knocking and making his presence known and, as he watched, she had switched on the light in the bedroom, bathing the room with a bright glow. He could see her clearly, almost as if she were on a stage.
She had apparently just finished taking a shower. She was wrapped in a large bath towel, which was tucked securely around her ripe figure. J.J. could see the swell of her breasts above the edge of the towel and even the tiny droplets of water, running down the calf of one perfect leg.
J.J. was no stranger to the delights of a nude female, but Bea's full figure took his breath away. He wished that she would drop the towel so he could be afforded a full view of her lush charms, but she gathered up a pile of clothes from the bed and walked out of the room, flicking off the light as she did so.
He saw another light go on, and he moved closer for a better look. He cursed softly under his breath as he realized that this room must be the bathroom. The window had frosted glass and all he could see were swiftly moving shadows as she dressed.
Afraid of being caught and spoiling his delightful discovery, he dashed back to the front of the house and knocked again. This time she heard him and brought the paper to him, complimenting him on his work.
"It deserves more than an 'A', J.J.," she said warmly, patting him on the shoulder. "I wish I could give you more, you've done such an excellent job!"
J.J. drove home with his teacher's words of praise ringing in his ears. He gave a little laugh as he recalled her words. Mrs. Jones had said that she wished she could give him more than an "A" and she had a lot more! J.J. vowed to be a frequent and unannounced visitor at the Bea Jones' house. One of these nights she was bound to dress in the bedroom, and J.J. was going to be right there, on hand, to enjoy the view!
J, J. shifted positions slightly. His legs were cramped from the uncomfortable position, but he knew he had to stay down beneath the top of the bushes to avoid being seen. He wished.Mrs. Jones would hurry and come into the bedroom.
Thus far J.J. had been lucky in his observations.
He had watched her undress twice, with her back toward him. He thought of her luscious ass and his mouth began to water. He must be an ass man because Bea's tail certainly did wonders for his extra-horny cock!
While he was waiting, J.J. thought about the time Bea's towel had slipped to her waist and he had caught a glimpse of her enormous tits bobbing and jiggling as she had picked it up again, and covered them. He felt his prick twinge deliciously. Perhaps he was a tit man too!
There! The bathroom light flicked off and his eyes traveled quickly to the bedroom window. She should be coming into the room any second now. Suddenly the room blazed with light and he saw her walk toward the dresser and the big mirror above it.
She stood there for a moment, gazing at her reflection, arranging her hair so that it swept over her forehead in smooth, silky waves. Then, as he watched delighted, she loosened the towel and let it drop all the way to the floor!
She did have a superb ass! The twin, white mounds quivered as she moved; rounded and glistening like soft pillows. He felt his prick harden in the tight confines of his jeans as he had visions of burying his face in the soft depths of her ass cheeks.
She posed for a moment, examining her figure critically, turning this way and that, exposing every bit of her to J.J.'s eager eyes. She seemed to be appraising her body in the mirror and she smiled warmly at her reflection, obviously pleased by the lush curves reflected back at her.
J.J. could have drawn every line of her beautiful body by memory. He stared so hard that her body was etched indelibly in his mind. She turned sideways, lifting her heavy breasts in both hands. If she was wondering whether her body was pleasing to men, J.J. could have given her an excellent testimonial.
His cock was so hard he could have pole vaulted on its engorged length, and it was only the sight of her marvelous body that had brought it on. He would have been in seventh heaven if he could have touched her as well! His mouth watered at the contemplation of touching the nipple of one perfect tit, but instead, he had to hide in the bushes and wish!
The sight of her own delicious, creamy breasts was turning Bea on too! J.J. panted heavily as he watched her nipples harden and pout. Bea sighed deeply and her slim fingers closed tightly around the rosy points of her nipples, squeezing and pinching in apparent delight.
Then, completely unaware of the horny boy watching her every movement, one hand lazily traveled down her smooth body and parted her silky cuntlips.
J.J. was having trouble. He was panting heavily and he couldn't seem to decide which hand to watch. His eyes darted back and forth, from her left hand which was pulling and tweaking her little nipples, to her right hand busily dipping and plunging in her hot, creaming pussy.
He leaned forward, attempting to see everything at once. The pressure in his aching nuts was unbearable! Oh, how he longed to leap through the window and bury his throbbing, dick in her sweet steamy cunt!
J.J. sat up on his knees and pressed both hands to his crotch in a delightful agony. Sweet Jesus! If she kept doing all those sexy things, he would cream his jeans!
J.J. wasn't paying much attention to his balance at this point. He was much more intent on trying to get the best view possible of Bea and her busily working hands. He gave a slight cry as he started to lose his balance and he quickly caught himself with his hands to avoid toppling over completely. He caught his breath in fear as he realized that he had made a noise she might hear and choose to investigate!
Bea stopped playing with herself suddenly and stood quiet and still. J.J.'s heart pounded so loudly in fear that he was sure she would hear it. She glanced toward the window and listened for a moment, but the noise of a car in the distance seemed to reassure her. She gave another glance at the window but didn't walk over and pull the shade.
J.J. breathed a long, shuddering sigh of relief. He would surely have died if she had pulled the shade and deprived him of the sights to come! Even now
Bea was starting to caress her body again, and J.J.
know in his loins, that this was going to be a rewarding night for him! Bea turned to the dresser and opened a drawer, fumbling inside in haste. She was much more interested in finding something in the drawer than she was in listening for strange noises outside her window! She found what she wanted and brought it out of the drawer, smiling lewdly, almost as if she were greeting an old, dear friend.
J.J. caught his breath in shock and surprise as he recognized the object in Bea's slim hand. It was a dildo! The largest he had ever seen! It was colored bright pink and must have been fully ten inches long, from the soft rubber balls at one end to the gigantic rubber head at the other.
My God! She wasn't going to attempt to put that monstrous thing inside her sweet little twat, was she? It must have been at least three inches in diameter and J.J. couldn't imagine anything that huge penetrating her tiny glistening hole!
But as he watched in fascination, Bea carried the giant dildo lovingly to the bed, and opened a bottle of hand lotion. She spread it liberally over the entire length and width of the rubber prick. Then she covered her pussy with globs of lotion. He could see the creamy pink liquid seeping down into her hole and running down to her tiny pink and puckered asshole.
J.J. had never, in his whole life, seen anything so exciting. He unzipped his jeans with a groan, and his hard, pulsing cock sprang out, lunging upward into his waiting hand. He let out another anguished groan as Bea guided the head of the rubber cock right into the small, damp mouth of her cunt and gave a thrust with her wrist that wedged the cock right up inside her cunt, balls deep.
J.J.'s hand was working frantically on his cock, frigging himself ecstatically and imagining his slender tool snugly buried in Bea's dripping pussy.
Bea threw her head back and rammed her pussy once again, sinking the huge cock all the way to its swinging balls in her moist gash. J.J. could see the cunt cream boil up and froth around the edges of the giant cock as Bea reamed it again and again into her glistening cunt.
Bea's head was hanging to one side, and her eyes were glazed with passion. Her little pink tongue was licking her lips eagerly and J.J. almost shot his load as he thought of sinking his eager cock in her wide-open mouth. Bea was busily using one hand to tweak and pinch her perky, nubby nipples, the other to ram the rubber dildo into her eagerly receptive pussy. He could see the huge rubber dick hover for a moment on the brink, before she slammed it home, again and again.
Both Bea and J.J. were panting now, their chests heaving simultaneously as they thrilled to their separate delights. J.J.'s nuts screamed with the torture of holding back their load, but he forced himself to wait, as agonizing as it might be, so that he could shoot his load at the exact instant Bea came to a climax.
Groans and squeals were coming from Bea's lips as the creamy cunt juices gushed from her honeyed snatch. She rolled her head wildly from side to side as she gripped the rubber cock tightly in her snug twat.
The bouncing rubber nuts banged wildly against her smooth white ass as she battered and assaulted her steaming pussy, stretched to the limit with its huge visitor. J.J. could have shouted and thrown rocks against the window and she wouldn't have noticed, so intent was she on getting herself off!
Her legs tensed suddenly and then trembled like branches in the wind. She plunged the giant cock fiercely in her fiery cunt, ramming it home so hard that one rubber nut sank completely out of sight in her throbbing pussy. Spasm after spasm of pleasure ripped through her body as the huge dildo filled her pussy completely!
J.J. saw Bea's trembling legs tense, and he knew that she was on the verge of orgasm. He watched the huge cock disappear again and again into the very place he imagined his throbbing prick to be.
He tensed his legs and clenched his teeth as spurt after spurt of jism shot from his jetting prick into the warm fall air.
Chapter Five
"Jesus Christ!" Craig sighed as he expelled the air from his lungs.
He hadn't even realized that he had been holding his breath, waiting for the film he had taken that afternoon to develop. Craig knew that he was a rather slip-shod photographer. He didn't see the point in careful darkroom techniques and his photography teacher had spent much time groaning over Craig's carelessness in class.
Craig often laughed over his teacher's fuddy-duddy attitude, but this time his instructor would have been pleased with Craig's careful handling of the film. Craig had been more careful with this film than he had ever been with any class assignments. His instructor would have given Craig an "A" in procedure but he certainly wouldn't have approved of the subject of the film!
Craig laughed as he thought of his teacher's reaction to his latest project. "Mr. Simms would probably faint in shock!" Craig said aloud as he pulled the dripping spool of film from the developer.
Then he let out a whoop of joy as he held the film to the light. Wow! They were all there! Every picture had developed perfectly! He smiled happily as he set to work making prints.
An hour later, Craig surveyed his work with pride. He had made an 8 x 10 glossy print of every shot and the results were good enough to make even a monk's robe stand out in front! Any red-blooded man who looked at these pictures was guaranteed to feel at least a twinge in his pecker.
There were ten prints in all, plus some shots of the football squad which Craig hadn't even bothered to enlarge. He figured that he could always print pictures of the football team in class, but it wasn't every day he had the delightful opportunity to print pictures of Principal Thomas and Mrs. Jones, fucking their heads off!
Craig examined the prints critically. The first picture featured Principal Thomas' distinguished head buried between Mrs. Jones' thighs. Craig thought that the contrast between the principal's dark hair and Mrs. Jones' creamy-white thighs was striking and very artistic, but he doubted that anyone would notice the finer points of his photographic technique. The focus was perfect and the expression of rapture on Mrs. Jones' face was only too clear! Craig patted his camera lovingly. It certainly paid to have perfectly working equipment handy!
The second print showed Principal Thomas unbuttoning Bea Jones' blouse with an eager expression on his face. He had the look of a starving man being offered a seven-course dinner, and one could practically see him drooling with expectation!
One of Bea's quivering tits had popped out of her tight bra and his hand was reaching out for the delicious mound of flesh. The nipple was sticking out like a little marble and the print was so clear, Craig could almost tell what it would feel like to cup the soft, swelling titty in his own hand.
"God! What a great action shot!" Craig complimented himself aloud. "This beats the hell out of taking pictures at a football game!"
He turned to the picture again, examining it in the smallest detail. Both of the subjects' faces were clearly recognizable. There was no doubt to their identity and no doubt as to what they were doing! The lust reflected in Principal Thomas' eyes could be clearly seen. Mrs. Jones' head was thrown back in wanton abandon and her eyes were tightly closed, highlighting the expression of rapture on her beautiful face.
The third print was a side view. Bea Jones had just dropped to her knees before Principal Thomas and she was struggling to unhook her bra. Anyone could see that she was in a hurry to get rid of the constricting garment. Her gaze was directed at Principal Thomas' huge prick. The principal's massive dong was jutting out and a glistening drop of jism was appearing at its head.
"Man! I sure don't need to enlarge this one any more!" Craig commented wryly, staring at his principal's erect cock with admiration. "Principal Thomas has got the biggest prick in the whole school as it is!"
Craig shifted uncomfortably on the stool by the workbench. These were really turn-on pictures, all right! He could feel the warmth rushing to his crotch, and he had only looked at three pictures! The whole set of them might incite even a priest to rape!
The next print showed Mrs. Jones' lush, adult body to its fullest advantage. She was completely nude and her clothes were strewn across the office floor. Craig had caught her in the midst of whirling around, displaying her bobbing breasts and bouncing ass for Principal Thomas' lustful eyes. He was standing in the background, almost a foot behind his stiffened prick, which was thrusting out like a pole, aimed directly at Bea Jones!
Craig had preserved his art teacher for all time, engaged in the lewd act of sucking her boss' prick! There was a picture of her grasping his ass in her slim hands, bringing his hips forward to bury his shaft in her hot throat. Just looking at the print made Craig almost hear the slurping and smacking sounds of her lips as she tried to take the whole gigantic shaft into her mouth at once.
Another view was a close-up of her glistening lips, stretched to their fullest around his huge cock. She looked like she was eating her favorite food the way she had pulled him forward to stuff her throat even fuller. The principal's face wasn't in this picture, but looking at the whole series, there was no mistaking to whom that huge cock belonged!
Craig had also snapped the homy school administrator on his knees before her supine body, one hand resting on her widely spread legs, the other dipping in her creamy pussy. His face was just lowering, obviously preparing to rub in her soft, silky cunt hairs.
Craig was breathing heavily now. Just looking at the prints refreshed his delicious memory of the whole exciting scene, and he could feel his own cock stiffen and throb with desire. His art teacher was certainly a sex pot!
He wondered if the porno prints he had been leaving on her desk had anything to do with her scene with Principal Thomas. Those prints were certainly nothing compared with his! She was much better-looking than the tired chicks in the commercial pictures. What man, looking at these sexy pictures, wouldn't want to stuff his prick in her hot mouth and grab a handful of her deliriously quivering boobs?
Craig pressed his hand to his throbbing prick. The pictures were making him hornier than hell!
The next print, showing Bea Jones thrusting her pussy upward toward Principal Thomas' darting tongue, did nothing to relieve Craig's horniness. He imagined himself in Principal Thomas' place, licking and slurping Bea's honeyed pussy, and his nuts screamed in agony. He licked his dry lips again and again as he thought of flicking his own tongue in and out of that delicious, creamy snatch!
Craig quickly turned his attention to the next photograph, but it only made the heat in his balls more intense. His prick throbbed and bucked in his pants as he looked at Principal Thomas grabbing Mrs. Jones by her magnificent ass, and beginning to guide his hot cock slowly into her steamy cunt.
Craig didn't think that it was possible to get any hornier, but the next picture did it! Bea Jones had her legs tightly wrapped around her principal's broad back. His prick was snugly buried in her creaming snatch and the cunt cream was running in rivers down her thighs. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open. Her face was a mask of total lust.
There was only one picture left in the series. The last print showed Principal Thomas with his head pillowed on Bea Jones' soft breasts. Their faces were a picture of satisfaction. There were teeth marks on Bea's shoulders where Principal Thomas had sunk his teeth in a moment of passion, and sticky, glistening jism dropped down the insides of her thighs.
Except for the telltale signs of recent passion, they looked as innocent as two children, all tired out and fast asleep after an afternoon of play.
"What an ad for fucking!" Craig exclaimed, staring at the peaceful, relaxed lovers. "It's good enough to launch a whole national campaign for sex!"
Craig hadn't even thought of what to do with the exciting prints. He hadn't really had time to consider their value. All he knew was that they were a magnificent turn-on for him! He decided to think about it later and decide on the best possible use for his sexy collection.
He cast a quick glance at his watch and reluctantly locked the prints and negatives in a drawer, ignoring the insistent throbbing of his prick as best he could.
"Time enough for you later," he said to his throbbing cock, patting the front of his jeans playfully.
Then he turned off the darkroom lights and locked the door behind him, carefully pocketing the keys. The prints would be safe enough in the darkroom until later in the evening. He would pick them up later, after he decided what to do with them. He knew that they would certainly come in handy for something! Carol, no doubt, would be very interested in seeing them. It certainly seemed strange that she played around as much as she did, with a super cock like Principal Thomas' right there at home!
Craig knew that he would find some way of using his pictures to his advantage. There were all sorts of interesting possibilities! Mrs. Jones certainly wouldn't want to see her actions become public knowledge. She might be willing to give him an easy "A" for the rest of the semester, once she had seen the product of his photographic skills. She might even be persuaded to give him something else, as well! He wouldn't mind dipping .his own wand in that lovely hot snatch!
Craig hurried away from the darkroom. He was already late in meeting the gang. Everyone was gathering at the school garage to work on the floats for homecoming.
He whistled as he set out for the garage. Perhaps tonight was the night to initiate little Sherri Walker into the joys of fucking. His stiff pecker would certainly appreciate the exercise!
Chapter Six
Craig could hear the sounds of a party in progress long before he was actually close to the school garage. Deep boisterous laughter filled the air, punctuated by bursts of shrill girlish giggles. It sounded like the whole crowd was there. Craig thought he could pick Sherri Walker's laughter out from the rest and he quickened his steps, hoping she was already there.
Sherri was so cute that all the boys would be hanging around her, like bees around a honey pot, but Craig guessed he could fight a few horny guys off. He firmly planned on being Sherri Walker's first fuck, and the fact that he had a lot of hot, heavy competition just made her all the more desirable to him.
Craig stepped through the garage door and was greeted by good-natured shouts of welcome as he entered the building. Immediately, someone shoved a can of beer into his hand and he took a long, thirsty swallow as his eyes darted around, trying to locate Sherri.
He spotted her sexy little body in the back comer of the garage. She was sitting on an oil drum, tight jeans barely containing her well-formed legs and her sweetly rounded ass. As he had expected, she was surrounded by a group of adoring boys, each trying to outdo the other, telling jokes and making wise cracks, all for Sherri's benefit.
Sherri tossed her long blonde hair back and laughed at one of the jokes, smiling up at the storyteller in admiration. Craig could tell from way across the room that the boy was ready to cream his jeans in excitement at her attention.
Sherri had noticed the instant Craig stepped through the door. She was glad she was surrounded by a crowd of boys. A little competition wouldn't hurt Craig Larsen one bit! He was used to the girls asking "How high?" when he said "Jump!" and she wasn't about to be placed in the same category with the rest of the girls! She wanted Craig Larsen to treat her like she was someone special, and she certainly wasn't going to fawn all over him like the other girls.
She had thought out a plan to make Craig work to get into her pure little panties, and she intended to put him through all sorts of hell before she finally gave in. Oh, she was firmly intending to get laid before it was over! And she had chosen Craig as the boy to do the fucking, but he didn't know that yet! And he wasn't going to know it until she was damn good and ready!
Sherri had heard the girls talk about Craig's abilities in the sack and about his big cock. She didn't believe everything she heard, of course. Donna Palmer, her best friend, had heard from another girl only yesterday that Craig Larsen was reported to be the best beaver-eater in the whole school!
Sherri had never had her pussy eaten, but she had read about it, and she was looking forward to trying it. If he could make her feel half as good as she did when she diddled with her own clitty, it would be great! Ever since she had heard the comment about Craig's muff-diving expertise, she had been thinking about his handsome face buried between her very own thighs!
Last night in bed, she couldn't seem to think about anything else! She had gotten hornier and hornier, thinking about his mouth sucking her cunt and his hot tongue licking across her throbbing clitty.
Sherri didn't have much privacy at home. She shared a bedroom with her mother, a necessity since her father had remarried and alimony payments had become irregular. She usually didn't mind the crowded living quarters she and her mother were forced to share, but last night she had really wished she had a room of her own.
Her thoughts of Craig were making her so horny, she ached to touch herself, but she didn't dare do so with her mother in the same room. She tried to think about all sorts of other things, but her thoughts invariably came back to visions of Craig's hands parting her soft bush and his tongue darting in and out of her steaming pussy!
Finally Sherri gave in to her thoughts. Why fight the terrible need in her body? She would just wait until her mother was sound asleep and then she would play with herself until she got off!
She waited impatiently, tossing and turning as she listened for her mother's breathing to become even and deep, showing that she was fast asleep. Her mother was restless and she shifted positions, trying to get comfortable. It seemed to take forever for her mother to get to sleep! Sherri lay there practically climbing the walls in frustration! Finally her mother found a comfortable position, stretched out motionless, and started breathing deeply. Sherri waited another few minutes until she was sure her mother's sleep was sound enough for her purposes, and then she licked her lips in anticipation.
She was satisfied that her mother was in deep enough slumber, but she knew that she had to be very quiet, and that thought made a little ripple of excitement course through her body. She was going to lie right there and play with herself, with her mother only two feet away in her own matching twin bed!
Sherri reached cautiously down and touched her pulsing cunt. She stealthily slipped off her pajama bottoms and opened her top. She grabbed both budding breasts eagerly, and began pulling and pinching at her nipples, imagining that Craig Larsen was playing with them. It felt so good to be touched, even if it was only with her own hands!
Sherri's nipples were so hard that they stuck out like rosy marbles. Her body twisted and throbbed with the pleasure her hands were creating. When she was so excited she could stand it no longer, she let one hand trail down her body and part the swollen lips of her sweet pussy.
She tickled and rolled the little round bud of her clitty, and she felt the answering gush of her pussy juices soak her burning cuntlips. She imagined the length and width of Craig's prick, and carefully inserted one finger as far as it would go into her tight, pink twat. God! It was really tight!
She hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when Craig fucked her! His cock must be at least ten times bigger than her finger, and even that hurt when she tried to force it all the way in.
She began to moan slightly and imagine how Craig's shaft would feel wheit it filled up that small, tight place. A flood of honey gushed from her virgin pussy and she was driven wild with fear and excitement! Frantically, her fingers moved against her hard, pink clitty until she was on the brink of orgasm. She pinched her nipple between her fingers and the hot pain sent her over the edge with a gasp of joy. God! She could hardly wait for the real thing!
When Sherri's pounding heart had slowed to normal, she remembered where she was, and she listened fearfully for her mother's breathing. It was still even and deep. Her mother had slept right through the whole thing! Sherri was filled with wonder that her mother could sleep so soundly while she was experiencing this exquisite pleasure! She remembered when her mother and father were still married, and recalled their constant bickering. She wondered if they had ever been in love, and if they had ever experienced anything close to the joy she had just felt. They must have fucked-once at least. She was here, wasn't she? That was proof that her mother hadn't always been as stiff and proper as she appeared to be now!
She wondered if her mother even missed her father in bed. She didn't see how she could just give up the joys of fucking, once she had known them. Somehow though, she couldn't imagine her prim and proper mother ever enjoying something as earthy as fucking her brains out!
Chapter Seven
Craig would have laughed in pure delight if he had been able to take a peek at Sherri's thoughts. She sat there like a queen on a throne, the center of attention. She appeared to be totally engrossed in the crowd of boys around her, but there was a faraway look in her eyes. Every so often she sneaked a Uttle glance at Craig to see if he was noticing her popularity.
Indeed, Craig would have howled in glee at the irony of the whole situation if only he had known that both he and Sherri were scheming to achieve the very same end! The popping of Sherri's precious cherry!
He was throwing quick glances her way and planning out the best way to approach her. Visions of her lovely nude body were floating around in his head. His cock throbbed painfully every time she shifted positions on the oil drum. So far, their glances hadn't happened to meet, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.
Sherri glanced furtively at Craig again, seeming to hang on every word one of the silly boys beside her was saying, but actually imagining Craig's handsome face lowering to bury itself in her hot. wet pussy.
Perhaps tonight would be the right time, she thought, already squirming with passion. She cast another quick look at Craig, hoping he wouldn't notice her obvious interest, but just as her hot glance fastened on his face, he turned and stared directly at her!
Keep cool, she told herself sternly, and she tried to pretend that she was just glancing casually around the room. Unfortunately she couldn't tear her eyes away from his. A thrill of lustful longing ran through her eager body.
She was trying to make him jealous! Craig thought as he gazed into Sherri's eyes. She was trying to make him think that she was interested in those other boys, but she couldn't help staring at him!
Craig was wise to the ways women used to make men jealous. The fact that Sherri was trying to make him jealous was very encouraging! And her hot glance was proof that she was really interested in him!
A charge almost like an electrical current rippled through him as his eyes met Sherri's. Sherri was nervous. She tried with all her might to tear her gaze away from his, but she was helpless. She licked her lips, and without knowing, she broadcast her feelings loud and clear.
Jesus! She was thinking about fucking him! Craig guessed with complete accuracy. Little Sherri Walker was hot for his body! Her glance sent little pangs of desire all along the length of his stiffened cock!
She squirmed, trying desperately to stop looking at his blazing eyes. She felt herself blush to the roots of her shining hair. Oh, God! she moaned silently. He could read her mind! She had to keep cool! Still, she couldn't stop staring at the expression of lust growing on Ms face.
"Sherri, baby, tonight you are going to get fucked!" Craig muttered to himself, clearly catching the message in Sherri's eyes despite her efforts to conceal it. He stood up slowly, not letting his eyes drop from hers.
"What did you say, Craig?" Donna Palmer asked, hearing his muttered exclamation but not catching his words.
"Oh nothing, Donna," he answered absently, still staring at Sherri.
She was like a mouse hypnotized by a snake, and she had given up all pretense of being cool. Already the boys were drifting away, noticing that she was much more intent on Craig than she was on paying attention to any of them.
"Looks like Sherri is going to taste the famous Larsen prick!" Donna commented to Herb Evans, standing near her. They both watched Craig stride across the room toward Sherri. "Look at him go!"
Donna exclaimed, and moved over closer to Herb in order to see better.
"Yeah, looks like you're right, Donna," Herb replied, trying not to appear too interested. "He's welcome to that hot little snatch, as far as I'm concerned. Virgins are nothing but trouble, right, Donna?" He tweaked her nipple through the heavy wool of her cheerleading sweater. "Personally, I prefer a girl with a little experience!"
Donna couldn't help but smile. What a crock of bullshit! She knew that all the boys had been creaming their jeans the whole year, speculating on who would get into Sherri's pants first. And Herb had been sniffing at Sherri, just like all the rest. He was just trying to be diplomatic by feeding her that line about not being interested in virgins! It was kind of sweet, though. Herb certainly knew how to say the right things!
That was one thing she really liked about Herb. He looked at all the new snatch, just like everybody else, but he still let her know that he appreciated what he had!
Oh well, she would just ignore the fact that Herb had been trying to feel Sherri up in assembly, just today. Herb wasn't a bad fuck and it didn't really make her that mad. Sherri was a knockout, and every boy in school was aching to ball her. Herb certainly couldn't be expected to be an exception. At least he knew on which side his bread was buttered!
"Want to go out in the parking lot and get blown?" she offered lewdly, rewarding his diplomacy.
Herb's eyes lit up like Christmas trees with eagerness, already thinking about Donna's wide, hot lips clamped around his prick.
"Sure," he said, and added coolly, "that's the best offer I've had all semester!"
As Craig made his way through the crowded room toward Sherri, she had a sudden, chilling thought. Here she was planning the whole night, taking for granted that he wanted to fuck her. What if he didn't want to? He had his pick of all the girls. What if he preferred someone with experience!
It was possible she had misinterpreted those sexy little things he had said to her at the drive-in. Maybe he was just playing games with her, and he really didn't want to bother with a virgin. What if she were getting herself all worked up for nothing and he didn't even want to fuck her? What could she do then?
Sherri wasn't the type of girl to make the first overture to a guy, but she knew that she'd die if Craig didn't fuck her! He had to! She had been dreaming about it for days!
Sherri thought about how her life would be if Craig wasn't really interested in her. She would die! Simply die! If Sherri had been a little older she might have shrugged off her fear with ease. She would have known that if Craig didn't want to ball her, there were plenty of other boys who did. But Sherri had fantasized and dreamed about Craig for too long! There could be no substitutes for her first lover! It had to be Craig or no one at all!
Sherri cringed at the thought of giving up her beautiful plans. She had to have Craig's long, hard prick stuffed inside her tight little pussy! She knew as surely as she knew her own name that if Craig Larsen didn't try to fuck her, she would have no choice but to force him to! She had been brought up to have anything she wanted, and she wanted Craig Larsen! If Craig didn't cooperate, she would seduce him! She didn't care what she had to do�she would have him if it killed her!
Craig was amused by the look of determination on Sherri's pretty face. He wished that he could read her mind, but of course he couldn't. He would lay ten-to-one odds that the thoughts running through her head were about sex though. He decided to let her set the pace of their conversation. He could move in once he saw how the land lay.
"Hi, babes," Craig said, deliberately running his eyes from her head down to her toes and back again. "Looks like everyone's more interested in drinking and partying than in working on the class float."
"Weil," Sherri replied in a voice that tried to be both husky and sexy. "You know playing is more fun than working, Craig."
Her eyes were doing their best to broadcast a message of sex. She took a deep breath, making her boobs rise and point at him. Her face was slightly flushed and she laughed nervously and licked her dry lips. Her heart was pounding in excitement and fear.
Sherri's eyes instinctively dropped to the crotch of his jeans and she caught her breath in a little psp as she noticed the hard bulge under the heavy denim. She couldn't seem to stop staring. She could hardly control the urge to reach out and press her fingers against it, just to see what it felt like.
All the signs were there for Craig to, see. Sherri was definitely hot for him! All he had to do was make a move, and he could fuck her right there on the garage floor! He decided to quit playing games and put it to her.
"You're hot, aren't you, Sherri?" he asked in the easy, slow voice people often use to calm skittish animals. He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.
She gave a little gasp of shock, and tried to stop the flush that she felt spreading across her face. "Craig!" she squeaked. "Whatever do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, babes," Craig replied in the same gentle tone of voice. "You want me to fuck you, and you're scared to death I won't. Am I right, Sherri?" He still held her chin in his hand and she could find no way to avoid his burning gaze.
Sherri was so flustered she couldn't speak if her life depended on it. She didn't have to, though. The message in her eyes gave Craig all the answer he needed!
She seemed powerless to move as Craig slowly lowered his lips to hers. She parted her lips unconsciously, accepting his tongue and sucking it into the deep cavern of her mouth. Her head whirled around and around as his tongue probed and stroked the hidden little places of her mouth, surrendering herself completely to his lead.
Their kiss seemed endless. It went on and on and Sherri didn't want it ever to stop. She felt the growing warmth in her crotch and arched to press her whole body against his. The second that their tips met, Craig had taken complete possession of her body, and she would do anything he wanted her to, if only he would keep kissing her like that! He was driving her out of her mind with burning passion!
Suddenly the kiss ended. She felt his strong hands on her arms as he pulled her to her feet. She was completely out of control, not seeing anything except his burning eyes.
"Come on, babes," he commanded, and she followed him unseeingly to the door and out into the warm fall jiight.
"Wow!" Dave Bell, the team quarterback, remarked to the group at large. "I've been trying to give her a tumble for two months now and all Craig has to do is kiss her once, and away she goes!"
The room was curiously silent after Craig and Sherri disappeared. Everyone had been watching their long kiss. Several of the boys sighed and looked longingly at the door through which Sherri and Craig had left.
"Well, hell's bells!" Dave continued, looking around him at the silent group. "Let's get this party back on the road! You know what they say, boys. You can't win them all!"
He took a long swig of his beer during the laughter that followed. Then he tossed the empty can into a nearby trash container, and patted Mary Simpson's available ass.
"Mary's got the nicest ass of anyone in our whole class!" he yelled, making the poor girl blush beet red. He pulled the flustered girl down onto his lap and squeezed her bountiful tits.
"What are we having here anyway?" he continued in a loud voice. "A party or a wake?"
He didn't even hear the whistles and catcalls that accompanied him as he pulled one of Mary's huge titties out from her loose sweater and set his lips over the long hard nipple. The party was back in full swing once again.
Chapter Eight
Craig kept his arm tightly around Sherri as he guided her toward the school darkroom. If he hadn't kept his arm around the dazed girl, she surely would have stumbled and fallen. He felt almost protective as he led Sherri across the deserted school grounds. That protective feeling didn't diminish his dtiire for her, though. As a matter of fact, it intensified the throbbing in his rock-hard cock. He was even more determined that her first fuck would be the best experience of her whole life!
He gazed down at the top of her head and tightened his arm around her shoulders. The poor kid was really knocked out by this whole thing! She walked along beside him like a sleepwalker, blindly accepting his guidance.
Sherri's mind was completely blank. It was like her life had ended with Craig's shocking comments and then his electrifying kiss. She was incapable of asking even the simplest question. This whole thing was like a dream. She walked along at Craig's side, obediently and unquestioningly, like a robot being propelled forward by a force beyond its control.
When they reached the door to the darkroom, Craig unlocked it and led her into the room, walking ahead to turn on the lights. Sherri stayed where he had left her, standing near the door like a beautiful, marble statue. At first, her passive acceptance of everything he did had pleased him, but now he was beginning to worry about her.
"Sherri?" he questioned softly. "Are you all right, babes?"
Sherri heard him but she couldn't answer. It was like she was rooted to the spot.
"Sherri?" Craig asked again, and walked quickly over to the totally fucked-out girl. "What's the matter, babes?"
There was no recognition in her unseeing eyes. Just a blank, dreamy expression. She acted like she was stoned out of her head.
Craig took hold of her shoulders and shook her sharply. At the sudden jolt, Sherri was released from her strange spell.
"Craig!" she exclaimed, with a genuine quaver of fear in her voice. "What happened? How did I get here?"
Craig laughed, relieved that she was back to normal again. "I brought you here, Sherri," he answered quickly, trying to put her at ease. "Don't you remember leaving the garage? It's the first time I've ever completely knocked out a chick with one kiss!"
Sherri couldn't help but giggle. Craig looked so worried, Then she blushed bright crimson as she remembered the whole scene in the garage.
"Oh God, Craig!" she replied, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I'm so embarrassed! You must think that I'm a terrible idiot! It's just that I wanted you so much, and then when you kissed me, I just went out of my head!"
She was gazing up at him like he was some sort of Greek god. "Kiss me again, Craig!" she pleaded, looking at his lips with hunger. "Make me feel that way again! Please, Craig!"
Craig felt his prick throb with excitement. No girl had ever gone into ecstasy like Sherri the first time he had kissed her. He felt like the most important stud in the world as he gladly obliged.
This time when he kissed her, she pressed her soft, warm body tightly against him and opened her lips eagerly, trying to devour his tongue with her hot, wet mouth. Sherri had kissed boys before, but it had never had this effect on her! She opened her mouth wide, and began returning the thrusts of his tongue. Her tongue stabbed out, scraping across his teeth and rubbing wetly across his as she started to probe and explore his mouth. It was like she couldn't get enough of him! She sucked on his tongue so hard he was afraid she would tear it off by the roots!
Damn it! Sherri was hot! Craig knew that she was going to take to fucking like a duck takes to water! He pushed her mouth away from his and began rolling her sweater up, trying to feel her luscious boobs with both hands.
"Mmmm" Sherri groaned as her nipples stiffened and tried to poke through her bra. She pushed her swelling breasts eagerly into Craig's big hands and threw her head back as he rubbed his callused palms over them. It felt so good, even through the bra she was wearing! She started thinking about how good Craig's hands would feel on her bare flesh, and she felt a throb of warmth in her pussy.
Suddenly she couldn't stand the waiting any more! She pulled away from him and slipped her sweater over her head, fumbling in her eagerness. Then she pulled down the zipper of her tight jeans and stepped out of them. She stood before Craig with nothing on but her bra and a pair of wispy, pink panties.
"Unhook me," she asked. "It's hard for me to reach?' ;
Craig knew that her request was ridiculous. She surely had no trouble unhooking her own bra every night, but he didn't care to ask why she was suddenly so helpless. Unhooking her bra was a definite turn-on, and he was grateful that she had realized that.
He reached out automatically and unhooked the narrow elastic band that held her bobbing breasts prisoner. His eyes caressed her nude back as she shrugged out of the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her fingers fastened on the waistband of her tiny panties, and these too were soon lying on the floor. Craig's cOck almost burst out of his jeans!
She was absolutely perfect! His eyes traveled up and down her naked back with delight! He was firmly rooted to the spot, gazing at her smooth, white back. His eyes fastened on her long, shining hair and traveled down to her sweetly rounded asscheeks. The lines and curves of her back were breathtaking! Her waist was tiny and her hips swelled out in a gentle curve to contain her soft, bouncy ass.
He could hardly restrain himself from rushing to touch those smooth, elastic globes and bury his fingers in the sweet little place where they tucked under and joined her long, silky legs. He was so excited that he didn't even think of trying to fumble out of his own clothes'. He just watched Sherri in delight and fascination and she stood there motionless for his inspection.
Sherri smoothed her shining hair and turned around, her eyes lowered demurely. He could hardly believe his eyes! Sherri was an absolute doll! He had thought that she was a knockout in her tight jeans and sweater, but he hadn't even dreamed of the charms that were hidden under her sexy clothes! Without any clothes at all, she took his breath away!
Craig's eyes almost popped out of his head! She was built like a goddess. Her large, swelling titties were perched high and proud on her creamy white chest, topped off with rosy little nipples already winking and poking out at his intense gaze. He was glad that Sherri wasn't looking at him because he could feel his face flush with excitement and he almost creamed his pants right then and there!
"Sherri, you're beautiful!" he sighed in genuine praise as his eyes moved lower to fasten on her golden pussy fur. The hair was so thick that he couldn't see the lips of her cunt through the golden haze.
He ripped off his clothes quickly, and released his hard pecker from its tight prison of denim. He was so excited that his cock was standing straight up at attention, brushing the smooth skin of his belly. Its dark-red head was swollen and throbbing with the thought of finally plunging its way into her tight, hot cunt.
Sherri couldn't help it! She was too turned on to be shy any longer. Boldly, her eyes raised to Craig's body, to see what effect her nakedness was having on him.
When she saw his long, hard cock, she gasped in shock at the size of it! Her eyes widened and she began to tremble in excitement and fear as she pictured its thick red head pushing into her tiny hole.
"Oh God, Craig!" she exclaimed in a trembling little voice. "It's just as big as everyone said!" Then she covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment.
Craig laughed a huge, roaring laugh. "I thought girls weren't supposed to talk about things like that!" he teased her. "Guys are supposed to talk in the locker room, but I didn't think that nice girls even whispered about the size of a guy's pecker!"
Sherri could tell by the teasing tone of his voice that he was putting her on. She giggled. "We talk about more than you think we do!" she retorted, smiling smugly, remembering Donna's comment concerning pussy-eating. Just thinking about it made her clitty throb, and this time Craig was treated to the sight of Sherri blushing all over her body.
"Tell me what they say about me, babes," Craig commanded, amused at her obviously flustered state. "It must be pretty good because you're turning red all over."
Sherri's blush deepened and she took a shuddering breath. She had started this conversation and she couldn't very well back out now. She took a deep breath for courage.
"They call you the number-one beaver-eater," she said, stumbling a little on the words. Her blush deepened even more.
Craig laughed again. Sherri was so cute and sexy when she was flustered! He could tell that the idea of eating pussy was turning her on.
"Would you like me to eat your pussy, babes?" he asked, and chuckled when she blushed even more.
"I don't know!" she wailed, still staring at his engorged prick. "I don't think you'll fit in me the other way!"
Craig chuckled again. Little Sherri was just too cute for words!
"Well, let's wait and see," he said soothingly. "I'm sure we can work something out." He couldn't help but notice her eyes still fastened on his enormous cock. "Do you like my prick, babes?" he asked, half teasing.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed almost worshipfully. "Can I touch it, please? I've never seen one before except in pictures!"
At his nod, she reached out tentatively and brushed her fingertips over the soft head. He jumped as if he were on fire and his cock bulged even more at her touch.
"Oooohhh," she whispered, and stroked the length of his cockwith trembling fingers. "It's so beautiful and so BIG!"
She closed her fingers around the hard shaft and it bucked in her grasp. It was soft and hard at the same time. It was much prettier than she had expected. You couldn't see too much detail in those pictures of cocks in the science books. She thought Craig's prick was a work of art!
Sherri stroked Craig's tool with a delighted expression on her face. Her touch was a little firmer and less tentative now. She ran her hand up and down its length, feeling the veins forming little ridges under her touch. Her fingers covered every part of the rigid barrel, from the root at the dark, wiry crotch hair, up to the very top of the head, where a pearly drop of jism hung suspended. She scraped her fingertip across the glans hole, catching the drop of cum on her finger and carrying it to her mouth, tasting her prize with curiosity.
"Ooohhh, it tastes good!" she exclaimed in wonder.
Craig was almost bursting by this time! He reached out and grabbed for her pussy, forgetting to be gentle in his haste. She gasped in surprise as she felt him grip her twat in his firm hand.
He filled his hand with her soft, silky bush, delighting in the way her cunt mound moved forward to meet his stroking hand. Her hair was silky smooth and he could feel the moistness as she creamed in his palm. He pulled her to him and fondled her eagerly, bringing forth gush after gush of creamy juice. Her thighs began to clamp together, holding his hand fast in her pussy as she sighed and moaned in pleasure.
She moved against him and her boobs brushed across his broad chest. He could feel the hard little nipples jutting out and scraping his chest hairs lightly. She was still stroking and exclaiming in wonder at his prick, almost delirious with pleasure.
"I love your cock!" Sherri breathed in adoration. "If I had one, I'd play with it all the time!"
She placed her fingers on the tip of his rod, pushing back the foreskin until the head was completely bare. The tip was rosy purple and another tiny drop of jism appeared at the slit.
Suddenly Craig couldn't stand any more! His balls were bursting and he knew he had to bury his stiff shaft in her tight cunt before he shot all over the floor. He pushed Sherri back until she was stretched out on the floor on her back, quivering with excitement.
Craig stood for a moment, above the lovely nude teenager. His breath was coming in shuddering gasps, and he tried in vain to calm himself a little. If the tip of his prick so much as brushed against her body now, he would go off like a gun!
Sherri was waiting for him, lying on her back and licking her lips. She had never been so turned on in her life! She wished Craig would hurry and fuck her! She didn't know how much longer she could stand the waiting! One of her hands began to brush back and forth across her already stiffened nipples, making the rosy bumps jiggle provocatively. She looked up at Craig and held both nipples between her fingers, rolling and pinching them in abandon.
Nothing in his whole life had excited Craig more! Sherri certainly wasn't the slightest bit experienced and sophisticated like Carol Thomas, but what she lacked in actual practice, she certainly made up for in enthusiasm!
He threw himself upon her beautiful body, his mouth covering hers, his hands petting and caressing every inch of her golden body. He filled his palms with her creamy boobs, feeling the nipples push hard and hot against his fingers. He reached down and brushed his fingertips against her pussy, feeling her lips spread for him, inviting him to explore her lovely snatch. He could feel the dewy wetness of her cunt, excited by his light touching.
He slipped his hands under her ass, feeling the cheeks, smooth and satiny to his touch. He grabbed handfuls of her delightfully rounded ass and squeezed, amazed at her bouncy firmness. She lifted herself up to him, giving him open access to the innermost parts of her pussy. All her fears were washed away in the waves of passion that engulfed her.
"I'm not afraid any more, Craig," she whispered in his ear, running her tongue around and around the sensitive shell and dipping inside. "Fuck me now, Craig!" she whispered hoarsely, biting at his earlobe sharply. "FUCK ME!!"
Her hands were all over his body, touching his back, stroking his shoulders, his hair, slipping low to cup the cheeks of his ass and brush over his screaming balls. He covered her mouth with a long, deep kiss, ending with a sharp nip at her thrusting tongue. He slid farther down, sucking and nipping at her neck, making her groan and thrash with pleasure at his kisses. He felt her body stiffen as he approached the rosy tip of her nipple with his mouth.
"Suck me! Bite me! Oh Craig, DO IT TO MEEEE!" she screamed as he grazed the tip of her nipple with his teeth, and drew the pulsing bump into his hot, wet mouth. "OOOHHH," she moaned when he began to suck her sweet tit. Her fingers twined in his hair, her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in delight.
Craig's mouth was stuffed full of her boob, and he pushed his hand down to her pussy, parting the lips demandingly and running his fingers up and down her wet, slick cuntlips. He dipped the tip of his finger in her cunt hole and she squealed with the sharp pain. God, she was TIGHT! He could tell she had never even been finger-fucked before. Her cunt was so tight and snug that he couldn't even push the tip of his finger in her tiny hole.
His cock was bucking and thrashing against her belly, fully extended and hard as a rock. He knew he could force his way into her tiny hole but he would need some help to do it. Her pussy was dripping in excitement, but he knew that the more lubricated it was, the easier it would be for him to get in. He would bring her to the edge of orgasm and then plunge his thick cock inside.
His teeth continued to scrape against her hot little nipple as he planned out how to pop her cherry. Sherri screamed at the passion he was building in her. She bounced her ass on the floor, cunt muscles throbbing around the tip of his inserted finger, making her more and more ready for the thrusting of his big cock.
"FUCK ME NOW!!" she screamed, and tried to push his finger into her tight pussy. Her hips moved against his sopping finger but even the motion of her hips couldn't drive his finger any further into her tight snatch.
Craig gave her wiry cunt hairs a long pull and withdrew his finger. He lowered his head until it was even with her thrashing hips. He held her legs firmly against the floor with his knees and opened her cuntlips with his fingers. He could see the creamy juice that had seeped from her sopping pussy begin to collect in the blonde bush of her fuzzy soft beaver. Her snatch was open to him now, the pink and coral lips throbbing with desire. He stroked his fingers across her gash and bent forward to smell the sweet odor of her honeyed cunt.
"Do you want me to eat you, Sherri?" Craig teased, for there was no mistaking the frenzied movements her hips were making. "Your pussy's so pretty, babes! Would you like me to run my tongue across your hot little clitty and lick you all over your beaver?"
Sherri was ecstatic! His words were turning her on so much that she couldn't find the words to answer. She moaned and thrashed, trying to pull his head down to her aching snatch, but he just knelt there, waiting for her to utter the words.
"Tell me how much you want me to eat you, babes!" Craig commanded, watching the poor girl creaming helplessly under his gaze. He dug his fingers into her asscheeks, forcing her to open her eyes to his burning gaze. "Tell me, babes! Say it!!"
Sherri moaned helplessly as his fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy, and she moaned even louder as he caught the bud of her clit between his fingertips and squeezed it. He could tell by her cry that she was almost ready to come, and he intended on getting her right to the brink so that she would be completely ready for his stiff rod. He clutched her snatch in his hand and shook her whole body.
"TELL ME!"
Every bit of Sherri's inhibitions were gone now. "EAT ME!!" she screamed, her hands flying down to open her pussy to him. "SUCK ME, PLEASE!"
She squealed and jolted at the hot touch of his tongue against her pulsing clitty.
"AAAAGH!" she screamed, thrusting her hips up against his face.
She opened her eyes and saw his face buried in her box. Her fondest dreams were coming true, and it was even better than she had thought it would be! His tongue ran roughly over her cunt, probing and pushing over the wetness of her slick, tortured snatch. Every dart of his fiery tongue sent little tongues of flame shooting through her. She knew that she was going to come in a matter of seconds if he kept tonguing and eating her in that delightful way. He caught her little clitty between his teeth and bit down lightly, sending shudder after shudder of delight through her.
Then, suddenly, he was gone! He withdrew his lips from her honeyed snatch and placed his cock between her legs. He was positioned between her spread thighs, tickling his knob on her cunt hairs, drawing the tip of his prick again and again along the pulsing lips of her cunt. Sherri moved her hips forward, scooting her butt toward him. She could feel the tip of his rod at the opening of her cunt.
Craig smiled down at her and covered her mouth with his. She was open and ready for him as he placed his prick squarely against the tiny opening. He grabbed her ass firmly in his hands and held her so she couldn't twist away from him.
Her eyes were wide open and he could see the fear building in them as he began pushing his cock gently against her hole. It was like a solid wall of flesh! Craig instinctively knew that he would have to pop her with one tearing lunge. It was impossible to be gentle, she was so tight. He knew he must be hurting her, even with this gentle pressure, and he decided to do the deed as quickly and forcefully as possible.
He brushed his lips gently against hers, kissing her cheeks and eyelids, relaxing her with his feathery light touch. He could feel her tense body relax once again and he smiled at her encouragingly. He thrust so suddenly, so quickly, so deftly, so unexpectedly that she didn't even have time to cry out before his cock drove all the way home, all the way into her virgin pussy on the very first lunge!
Sherri's eyes fluttered once and then she was still. She had passed out with the pain of his burning thrust! Craig forced himself to lie still, his cock inside her pussy. He had waited this long to pop her. He could wait a little longer to shoot his load.
The first sensation Sherri had when she came to was a throbbing soreness in her cunt. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Craig's face above hers. He was smoothing back her hair and his touch felt like a light wind on her face. He saw the tears gather in her beautiful blue eyes and he gently kissed them away.
"Pretty bad, huh, babes?" he inquired softly.
She just nodded, her lips quivering with the effort not to cry like a baby.
"It's over now, honey," Craig said in a soothing voice. "Now comes the fun! You're going to love screwing, babes!"
He moved gently inside her, carefully withdrawing his throbbing tool. Sherri winced as she saw her blood on his beautiful prick, and then she smiled happily. She wasn't a virgin any longer! She felt like running right out and telling the world that she had been fucked at last!
Craig shifted around until his face was next to her pussy. He spread her cuntlips gently and began bathing her sore cunt with his tongue, washing away all the soreness and hurt with his gentle lips and tongue.
Sherri began to moan slightly. She loved the feeling of his lips on her cunt! He tickled her clit with his brushing tongue and she could feel the creamy cunt juice gush up to meet his stroking tongue.
She reached out and grabbed his prick, sliding her hand up and down the rigid shaft, wanting the whole thing inside her cunt once again.
"Put it in me!" she cried. "Do it to me, Craig!" and she pulled his body on top of hers, positioning her cunt directly under his bucking cock.
"This time's for fun, babes," he said, and thrust his cock all the way into her steaming pussy.
His prick filled her tiny cunt completely, just like a hand in a glove. It made her feel warm and snug, the part that was missing suddenly supplied. She closed her eyes in bliss as he thrust into her wet cunt.
Her twat was slick and sticky and she could feel the warmth of his cock deep inside her. His hand found her tit and he caught her nipple in pinching, squeezing holds that made her cry out in delight.
Again and again his thick cock thrust its way into her hole, pulling nearly all the way out again and then lunging forward to bury itself to the hilt in her creamy honey pot. Craig could feel her pussy throb and jump under his thrustings, her tight cunt muscles trying to pull him deeper and deeper into her creamy depths.
Sherri was thrashing and moaning, completely out of her head with excitement as she felt her clitty throbbing with every thrust. She ground her pussy up against Craig, her hips driving with a new motion, rubbing and pressuring her cunt against him.
He could barely make out what she was saying. Her words were almost incoherent. "Yesssss, so good... More! Please, MORE!!" Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, holding him in a vise-like grip, her soft ass pounding and bouncing against the floor as he slammed into her again and again.
"OH, GOD!!" she screamed as her body became uncontrollable, the pounding and rippling muscles of her pussy having a mind of their own.
Craig smiled down at her as she tossed her head back and forth in a frenzy, her shining hair sweeping the floor and her eyes closed in ecstasy. He could tell by her furious movements that she was close to her climax. He fucked away in fierce lunging thrusts, trying to reach his release at the same time.
As he pounded away in her sweet pussy, he felt her go rigid for an instant and then tremble and shake as wave after wave of pleasure took over her body. Fucking her during her orgasm was fantastic!
Her pussy tightened around his swelling cock, massaging him with tiny invisible fingers, clutching at his prick, pulsing again and again against his hot meat. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He could feel his own orgasm building in his screaming balls.
He thrust again, deeper and deeper, almost afraid that he would injure her with his wild lunging. He could feel the head of his cock battering against the hot mouth of her womb.
Sherri squealed sharply and he felt the sudden wrenching in his balls as his sperm rushed out, squirting and jerking hard as he shot his creamy load into her tight, hot cunt. She squealed again as she felt his cock jerking and squirting inside of her, and her cunt throbbed and twisted around his cock as he came, sucking every drop of his jism into her hungry pussy.
After a moment, their breathing slowed to normal and Sherri lay comfortably under Craig's body, her head nuzzling his warm neck. She sighed peacefully. Her first fuck had been a real trip!
Chapter Nine
Craig and Sherri lay quietly, smiling at each other whenever their glances met. Craig couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from Sherri's high, thrusting tits and the gentle curves of her rounded thighs.
"Why don't you let me take some pictures of you, babes?" he suggested. "I'll bet you'd make a great model with those long legs of yours!"
Sherri leaned over and tweaked his cock playfully. "I'll bet you say that to all the girls!" she retorted. "You've probably got a whole file full of nudies!"
Despite her words, the prospect of posing for Craig excited her. She snuggled a little closer and began running her fingers lightly over his pecker, which was beginning to harden again under her stroking hand.
"I might pose for you, Craig," she offered, aware of the effect her hand was having on his rapidly stiffening prick. "But first, I'd have to see some samples of your work. Show me some of your nudies, Craig."
Craig almost cracked up in laughter as he thought of the pictures he had developed earlier. He bet that Sherri would fall right on her ass if she saw the prints of Principal Thomas and Bea Jones! Impulsively he decided to show them to her. Maybe she could help him think of the best way to use them!
"As a matter of fact, babes, I've got some prints that I developed this afternoon," he said smoothly.
"I'd really like you to take a look at them and tell me what you think." He quickly retrieved the prints from the locked drawer and handed them to her, trying not to smile in the process.
Sherri expected the usual prints of the football squad or the cheerleaders as she took the folder of prints from Craig's hand. She had only been teasing about the nudies�she really didn't expect Craig to have any.
"Craig!" she gasped as she pulled the photos from the folder and looked at the top print. Her face turned white with shock as she paged through the photographs. "Craig! How in the world did you get these? I can't believe it! Principal Thomas and Mrs. Jones! What are you going to do with these?"
Sherri was really shocked! She couldn't believe that the people in the pictures were really her beloved principal and her third-period art teacher!
"Did you take these?" she asked, gazing at Craig in horror.
"Sure I took them," Craig admitted proudly. "I was walking past Principal Thomas' window and I just happened to have my camera with me. It's a good thing I did! These pictures could come in real handy!"
"Exactly what did you have in mind, Craig?" Sherri asked, her voice full of contempt. "If you're thinking what I think you are, then I'm sorry that I ever came here with you tonight! If you show these to anyone, I don't want to ever see you again! The whole thing is just too disgusting!" Sherri's face was red with anger. To think that Craig would actually use these filthy pictures was just unbelievable! "Hey, wait a minute, babes!" putting his hand on Sherri's arm. "I may not use them�I just don't know." He sensed that he had guessed wrong when he had shown Sherri the pictures. She obviously didn't approve of his photography one bit! "I just thought that it was an easy way to get an 'A' in art class, babes," he said, unsure of himself now. "You don't think it's a good idea, huh?"
Sherri stood up and gathered her clothes in her arms. "No! I don't think it's a good idea!" she exclaimed, still shocked and angry at the very thought. "If you don't get rid of those pictures, I'll never speak to you again, Craig Larsen!"
Craig reconsidered quickly. It would be nice to get an "A" in art, but it was even nicer to be able to fuck Sherri. Just one look at her angry face told him that she was dead serious about not seeing him again if he did use the prints. "Okay, babes, I won't use them," he said quickly. "I'll probably get an 'A' in art anyway, and I sure don't want you mad at me. You tell me�what do you think I should do with them?"
Sherri smiled. She was fully aware of the power she had over Craig. Just one comment on how she wouldn't see him again, and he had given in. She was silent for a moment, thinking deeply.
"I just don't know, Craig. But I do know what would happen if the wrong people saw these prints! Principal Thomas would lose his job and Mrs. Jones would certainly be fired. Then Principal Thomas' wife would probably divorce him, and think of what that would do to poor JJ.!"
Sherri had a worried expression on her face. She certainly didn't want to see anyone hurt by the photographs and she didn't think Craig really did either.
"I suppose you could just burn them or something, but that wouldn't really accomplish anything. If Mrs. Jones and Principal Thomas are fucking right in his office, someone will be certain to catch them sooner or later. And whoever does may not be as considerate as you are!"
Craig smiled as Sherri called him considerate. She certainly knew how to compliment him! He preened a little at her praise, entirely forgetting that moments earlier, he had intended to use the photographs in the very way she was condemning.
Suddenly Sherri snapped her fingers. "I know!" she said with a flash of insight. "Let's show these to J.J. and ask him what to do! J.J.'s got a good head on his shoulders, and I don't think it would freak him out. Besides we really owe it to him. After all, it is his father who's involved!"
"Great idea!" Craig exclaimed, and pulled Sherri back down beside him. "J.J. knows his family situation better than we do. He should be the one to decide what to do."
He reached for Sherri's ripe breast but she pulled away from him.
"Later, Craig," she insisted. "Right now we'd better get on over to J.J.'s and ask his advice, I've got a feeling that things are ready to blow sky high!"
On the way to the Thomas' house, Craig told Sherri about his afternoon with Carol Thomas.
"She's really a bitch, babes! She made me feel like a stupid kid! At first, I just wanted to use the prints to get even with her! You're right though, using the prints to hurt anyone would really be a terrible thing-to do!" He turned to look at Sherri to see how she was taking his confession about Carol Thomas.
Sherri looked shocked at first, but she quickly recovered. After-all, that was before she had gotten involved with Craig, and Mrs. Thomas sounded like she had practically raped him. She decided to be sweet and understanding about the whole thing. After all, Carol Thomas was an older woman, and Sherri certainly didn't have to feel jealous about her! She reached over and squeezed Craig's hand.
"I'm glad you told me, Craig," she said, hoping that she sounded understanding. "But one thing really puzzles me. I wonder why Principal Thomas is out looking for pussy when he's got a foxy chick like that right at home? Maybe Mrs. Thomas makes him feel like a kid, too!" She shook her head in exasperation. "God! This, is really a mess, isn't it?"
J.J."s van was in the driveway and Sherri and Craig walked to the door and knocked quietly. Both of them were relieved when J.J. answered the door.
"Hey!" J.J. exclaimed, a smile on his face. "I was just thinking of running down to the school to see how the float is coming along. How come you two aren't at the garage working?"
Sherri placed her hand on J.J.'s arm. "We've got to talk to you, J.J.," she said quietly. "We've got a real problem and you're the only one who can straighten the whole mess out!"
"You came to the right man, sweet thing!" J.J. said flippantly. "Old J.J. can straighten anything out! Come on in!"
"Where's your mother?" Craig spoke up. "This is something that's really private and I don't want your mother to overhear us."
"Man, she's sleeping off her drunk up in the bedroom," J.J. said, leading the way to the living room. "She really tied a good one on this time! Nothing short of an earthquake would wake her when she's been drinking." J.J. motioned them toward the couch and settled himself in a chair nearby. "Okay, what's all this about, anyway?" he inquired.
"Here's some pictures I took this afternoon, J.J.," Craig said, holding out the folder of prints. "Sherri thought we should give them to you. Neither one of us can figure out what to do with them."
J.J. took the folder of prints and opened it. Sherri and Craig were both staring at his face, waiting for him to speak. He whistled as he looked at the first picture.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed as he quickly paged through the photos.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, and then laughed wryly. "And I was just worrying this afternoon that my old man wasn't getting any tail! Looks like he doesn't need any sympathy from me! He sure got himself some prime stuff! Look at that sweet ass, will you?" J.J. handed Craig one of the prints showing Bea Jones with her back to the camera.
"J.J.!" Sherri exclaimed, shocked by his casual reaction. "I thought you'd be all upset!"
J.J. was grinning widely, obviously enjoying the prints immensely.
"Shit no, Sherri!" he said, putting the photos down on the end table and looking at her. He laughed at the puzzled expression on her face. "Sherri, baby," he said, trying to explain. "Don't you think I know what's been going on right under my nose all these years? I'm not blind, you know! I know Mom has been screwing everything in pants! I haven't figured out why she hates the old man so much, but I know for a fact that he hasn't been getting any from her in years! I was wondering how long it would take him to get up the balls to find someone else. At least you can't say my old man doesn't have good taste in women! Mrs. Jones is pure class!"
Sherri's mouth was open in amazement! She was too shocked to speak. She had expected J.J. to be mad at his dad, or at least to be shocked by the pictures. J.J. was acting like he was pleased by the whole thing! She shook her head in astonishment. She just didn't understand how J.J. could be so calm about the whole thing.
"J.J.!" she exclaimed. "This is a lot more serious than you think! We've got to figure out what to do! If someone finds out about your dad and Mrs. Jones, hell lose his job!"
For the first time, J.J. looked upset. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "I guess I wasn't even thinking about that! I was just kind of glad that the old man finally got up the nerve to go out and get himself some ass."
Craig had been sitting quietly, listening to the conversation between J.J. and Sherri. "Well, does anyone have any suggestions on what we can do?" he asked. "It's a dead cinch that if I saw your dad and Mrs. Jones, somebody else is going to see them too. Especially if they keep meeting in his office!"
"Well, they're supposed to be adults!" Sherri commented, her eyes blazing. "I don't know how we're supposed to solve their problems for them! They ought to talk it over and work it out themselves!"
"Hey!" J.J. exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "You just came up with a brainstorm, sweet thing! Let's get them all together and make THEM work it out!" Then he hit the side of his head with his hand in dismay. "Oh, Jesus!" he cried. "You might know it! Mom's in no condition to work ANYTHING out! I'll have to sober her up, quick!"
The three teenagers sat quietly for a moment, all of them lost in thought. Each one was trying to figure out a way to get the three adults together.
"I've got it!" Craig exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "J.J., you put on the coffee and sober up your mother. Sherri and I will drive over to Bea Jones' house and make up some excuse to get her over here. If we're lucky, your dad will be over there too and we can get both of them at once. I don't know what we'll tell them, but we'll figure out something on the way over. Then we'll get them all together right here, show them the pictures and tell them that they have to figure out what to do. How's that?"
"Right on, Craig!" J.J. said, smiling. "After all, it's not our kettle of fish, right?"
"Right!" Sherri agreed quickly. "And the sooner the better! Let's go!" She pulled Craig to his feet and started toward the door. "You'd better start in on your mother, J.J. We'll rush right over to Mrs. Jones' and start there!"
J.J. shook his head sadly as he poured out a steaming mug of strong, black coffee. "And they're supposed to be adults!" he said grimly as he started up the stairs to his mother's room. "What a colossal fuck-up this is!"
Carol was all curled up in bed when J.J. opened the door to her room. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her when he switched on the light and noticed the traces of tears on her cheeks.
"Oh well," he sighed. "It's about time she wakes up and faces the facts!"
"Hey, Mom!" he called, shaking her gently. "Wake up! You've got one hell of a problem!"
Chapter Ten
"Well tell them that J.J. needs to see them right away," Craig decided as he rounded the corner of Bea Jones' block. "We can say that he's got a problem and he needs their advice, or something like that. You can ride over with Mrs. Jones, Sherri. We want to make sure that both of them get there at the same time."
Sherri nodded her head in agreement with Craig's plan. "I'll just tell her that I don't know that much about it, if she asks any question," she said. "You can follow Principal Thomas in his car."
Both Sherri and Craig spotted Principal Thomas' car in the driveway.
"Well, looks like I'm right!" Craig commented, pointing at the car. "It's a good thing he's here. We can kill two birds with one stone!"
The lights were blazing in Bea Jones' house. Craig walked boldly to the door and knocked.
"Come on!" he whispered to Sherri, who was hanging back a little. "Now is no time for nerves! Remember, it's for their own good!"
They stood there for a moment, waiting for their knock to be answered. A few tense minutes passed and Craig knocked again, a little more loudly.
"All right! All right! I'm coming!" Mrs. Jones called out, and a few seconds later she opened the door.
Sherri could see Principal Thomas sitting on the living room couch, his face slightly flushed. He looked like he had been running the quarter mile.
Sherri wondered what they had been doing before Craig knocked. It certainly had taken them a long time to open the door!
"Craig!" Bea Jones greeted him in surprise. She saw Sherri standing behind Craig. "What can I do for you two?" she asked, obviously flustered. "Don't tell me that both of you are unsatisfied with your grades in art!" She laughed nervously, and stood back to let them enter. "Please come in. Mr. Thomas and I were just going over some plans for the new art enrichment program."
Craig shot Sherri a meaningful glance as they walked into the living room.
"Wow! I'm sure glad you're here, Principal Thomas!" Craig said smoothly. "We just came over to ask Mrs. Jones if she'd help J.J. out. He's got a problem and he won't tell us what it is. He just asked us if we'd come over and get you and bring you over to his house. He says he has to talk to you right away!"
"You too, Principal Thomas," Sherri added. "We were supposed to find you too. J.J. was really upset over something! You'd better hurry!"
Neither Craig nor Sherri missed the glance that
Principal Thomas gave Mrs. Jones.
"Well, I suppose we'd better both go then, although I can't imagine what all this is about." He gathered up his coat and started to put it on.
"Just a minute, I'll get my car keys," Mrs. Jones said. "What's all this about, Sherri?"
"I really don't know, Mrs. Jones," Sherri said, hoping she didn't look like she was lying. "J.J. wouldn't tell us. He just said he needed to talk to you and to his dad, right away. He said you were the only people who could help him. I'll ride with you, Mrs. Jones," Sherri added, intending to stick close to her teacher just in case she got suspicious.
"Is J.J. in some sort of trouble?" Bea Jones asked as she backed her car out of the driveway.
"I guess he must be, Mrs. Jones," Sherri replied quickly, forcing back a smile. "He was awfully upset!"
Mrs. Jones was quiet and thoughtful on the drive to the Thomas house. Several times she was so deep in thought that she just sat idling at a light that had turned green, until Sherri told her the light had changed.
She was really freaked out, Sherri thought to herself. She wished she could explain the whole thing to Mrs. Jones, but this was J.J.'s ball game, and she wasn't about to interfere. She just bit her tongue and remained silent all the way to the Thomas house.
J.J. had just finished pouring three cups of coffee down his mother's throat as he heard cars in the driveway. His mother hadn't been very pleased about being awakened. She was still a little sleepy, but the coffee soon took effect. J.J. grinned as he thought of the scene to come. He bet his mother would shed her sleepiness in a hurry when she caught sight of the pictures!
"J.J., what's all this about?" his father demanded as he came through the door, with Craig, Sherri and Mrs. Jones following closely on his heels.
"What's the matter, J.J.?" Mrs. Jones echoed.
J.J. held up his hands, refusing to answer their questions. Carol was sitting on the couch, fully awake now, and looking at her husband and Mrs. Jones in surprise.
"What's going on here?" she askedr turning to look at her son.
"Hold it just a minute, all of you!" J.J. replied. "Sit down! We've got a lot to talk about!"
Sherri gazed at J.J. in amazement. He sounded so forceful, she resisted the urge to say/ "yes sir." J.J. certainly sounded like he knew what he was doing, and his father and Bea Jones sat down obediently, obviously surprised at the tone of his voice.
" "That's better!" J.J. said, looking around at the three adults, all staring at him in amazement. "You three have one hell of a problem," he continued, pointing at his parents and Bea Jones, "and we're going to help you work it out. You're all lucky that Sherri and Craig came to me for help, because otherwise there'd be hell to pay, right now!"
He picked up the folder of prints. "These are some photographs that Craig took. I want you all to look at them and then we'll decide what to do."
J.J. passed the folder to Bea Jones, who took it hesitantly, her face paling.
"My God!" she gasped as she caught sight of the first photograph.
"Come in, Mrs, Jones," Craig commanded. "Pass it on to Dad! It isn't going to do you any good to refuse! We've got the negatives!"
Bea Jones looked like she wanted to tear the prints in a million pieces, but she swallowed hard and passed them on to Principal Thomas.
"Oh no!" Jack groaned as he gazed at the photos. "J.J., you can't be serious! What are you thinking of! Carol can't see these!"
Carol Thomas was completely awake now. She reached over to her husband and snatched the prints out of his hands. She looked down at them and her eyes widened in amazement. Then her face turned red with rage.
"You rotten son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed furiously. "And you've been screaming at me for screwing around! How many other teachers on the faculty have you screwed, Jack Thomas? You two-faced bastard!!"
Carol turned her wrath on Bea Jones. "Well, Mrs. Jones! I didn't know the school board hired sluts to teach art class! Tell me, Bea, or should I call you Wonder Woman? How do you like my pansy husband's limp cock?" Carol started laughing hysterically. "Are there any other juicy little twats in the teachers' meetings, Wonder
Woman, or are you the only whore they hired this year?"
Carol was still laughing uncontrollably when Jack's hand caught her on the cheek with a resounding slap. "Shut up, you bitch!" he yelled. "If you hadn't been so damned high and mighty,. I never would have gotten into this! You always made me feel like I was second-rate! At least Bea makes me feel like a man!"
J.J. was staring at his parents in amusement. He had taken in every word of their angry exchange, but he didn't look the least bit upset.
"Well!" he exclaimed loudly. "Looks like we have a little marital spat on our hands! Why don't you two shut up! Screaming at each other and slinging insults isn't going to change one thing! Mom, you've been screwing other guys for years! I don't see why it's any different when the shoe is on the other foot! And Dad, you've got no business slapping Mom! If you had treated her like a human being instead of a whore all these years, maybe things would be a hell of a lot better!"
His ears caught a smothered sound and he turned to look at Bea Jones, who was shaking with suppressed laughter.
"What the hell is so funny?" he demanded, pointing his finger at her.
"Wow1." she said, and a giggle escaped her. "This is like a scene out of a grade-C movie! Couple can't get it on in bed�wife goes out with other men�husband bitches and screams but doesn't have the balls to do anything about it�other woman makes advances to husband�husband gets it on with other woman�wife finds out�all three confront each other, screaming and swearing! This is ridiculous! Maybe I should have screwed JJ. when he was hiding in my bushes, watching me undress! That would have made it funnier yet!" She practically collapsed in laughter.
"How did you know?" J.J. rose to his feet in shock. "I never told anyone and I was so quiet! How did you know I was peeking at you?"
Bea Jones laughed even harder at J.J.'s consternation. All of his earlier assurance had evaporated. He looked like a little kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar!
Everyone was staring at J.J. He looked so ridiculous that even Jack started laughing at his son's expression.
"So that's where you went all those nights we couldn't find you!" Craig commented, laughing uproariously.
"Caught red-handed, J.J.!" Sherri giggled.
"That's where all those grass stains came from!" Carol exploded, pressing her hands to her mouth in mirth.
"Trying to get an 'A' in art, Son?" Jack teased, all traces of his earlier anger gone.
J.J. just stood there, looking foolish. Then he started laughing along with the others.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jones," he tried to apologize, tears of laughter streaming down his face. "It happened by accident the first time, but you're so beautiful I just couldn't resist!"
"Calm down, J.J." Bea Jones said, trying to stop laughing. "If I hadn't enjoyed it, I would have pulled my shades!" She glanced around the room. "That's better!" she said, noticing everyone's smiles. "You're all getting upset over nothing! What's wrong with a little roll in the hay, anyway? Carol, I certainly didn't think you'd be upset! From what I've heard, you do it all the time!
Besides, you haven't enjoyed Jack in years! You shouldn't begrudge Jack and I a little fun. He needed a good screwing and he was too hung up to ask you for it."
She turned her attention back to J.J. "I really thought that J.J. would get up his nerve one of these nights and I could make it with him too! As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind making it with the whole Thomas family, you included, Carol!"
"Jesus!" Craig gasped, the others being too shocked to speak. He clicked his tongue in amazement. "Teacher! Teacher!" he chided, grinning at her lewdly. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"Craig Larsen, you little stud, you! You think I didn't guess who was putting all those sexy pictures on my desk?" She picked up the pictures from the floor where Carol had dropped them. "You know, Craig, you're not a bad photographer! I think these turned out a lot better than the ones that you slipped on my desk!"
"Yeah! But you've got better tits than the models in the other pictures!" Craig commented, reaching out to squeeze one of Bea's ripe globes. "I think we all ought to get a look at them!"
Bea laughed and patted Craig on the head. "You've got an 'A' for art for the whole year, Craig," Bea said "I think we've discovered an easy solution to our problem! I don't see why we can't all get in on it together! People have been using sex to solve their problems for years and years! It seems like the only reasonable solution. Everyone wins!"
Suddenly Sherri laughed. "This has been some night!" she gasped between bursts of laughter. "I've never seen anything so funny in my life!" She stood up and kicked off her shoes. "I'm game!" she called out. "Bet I can strip faster than anyone here!"
"OOOhh, babes!" Craig called out, jumping up and starting to unfasten his belt. "I think those pictures of Principal Thomas' big cock turned you on after all!"
Bea Jones laughed at Craig and Sherri proudly. "Well, looks like an 'A' in art for you, Sherri! Come on, J.J.! Let's see if you can do something besides peek through the hedge!"
Everyone laughed and J.J. licked his lips and started shrugging out of his shirt.
"Well, Carol," Bea continued. "Don't te'J me you're losing your nerve! I thought you'd be the first one out of your clothes! Here, let me help you! I want to squeeze those luscious boobs of yours!"
She walked over to Carol quickly, and began unbuttoning her robe. "MMMMMN!" she said. "Gorgeous tits!!" She lifted one shimmering globe out of captivity and sucked the nipple into her mouth.
Carol was too shocked to move! She had thought about making it with another woman, but even in her fantasies, it had never been in front of her husband and son! It was unthinkable! But, oh, so exciting! She shuddered as Bea's lips closed around her nipple and both of her hands reached out to fondle the other woman's breasts.
Sherri and Craig had wasted no time! They were on the floor and he was pumping away madly in her creamy twat. Both of them were watching Bea and Carol undress each other, and it was so exciting that Craig could barely keep from shooting.
Now J.J. was entering the scene. He started rubbing his long prick against Bea's superb asscheeks as his mother and Bea licked and sucked each other.
Craig looked around at Principal Thomas. He was sitting on the couch, watching Bea and Carol with an expression of delight all over his face. Craig could see his cock bulging, and as he watched, Principal Thomas' hand began rubbing his stiff tool.
Craig leaned close to Sherri and whispered in her ear. "Hey, babes, look at Principal Thomas! Poor guy! He's just sitting there rubbing his cock, all left out! Why don't you go and suck his cock for him!"
Sherri nodded eagerly! She had been thinking of sucking Principal Thomas' prick ever since she had seen the pictures of his beautiful wand. Craig flipped Sherri over on her hands and knees and stayed in eer cunt, doggy fashion. Then both of them humped their way over to where Principal Thomas was sitting.
Sherri stared at Principal Thomas crotch. Sure enough! The material of his pants was straining over the huge bulge his giant cock made.
Jack jolted as he felt the touch of Sherri's fingers on his zipper! He had been so engrossed in watching Bea and Carol eat each other, with J.J. sliding his cock in Bea's ass crack, that he hadn't even noticed when Sherri and Craig approached him. He looked down at Sherri. She was delirious with excitement. It was the first time she had ever sucked a man's cock, and she could hardly wait to pull out her prize!
"God!" she exclaimed as his huge cock leaped free. "It's gigantic! Let me suck it! Can I, please?" Sherri sounded exactly like she was asking permission to leave class, and her tone of voice excited Jack Thomas even more.
Sherri's eyes were blazing and she licked her lips in anticipation. A low moan escaped his lips as she brought her wet, hot lips closer and closer to his throbbing shaft. He could feel her hot breath against his balls as she waited for his permission. Suddenly he could stand it no longer.
"Yes! Yes!! SUCK ME!!" he commanded.
No sooner had the words left his throat than Sherri had flicked out her tongue and grazed the tip of his bursting cock. He moaned again and she began licking him with her wet, rough tongue, up and down and around the shaft, until he was out of his head with pleasure.
"OOOHHH, Sherri! Little Sherri! Lick me good, honey! Swallow me in your sweet, hot mouth!" He thrust his hips up toward her hungry mouth and buried his cock in her hot juicy depths.
Sherri was ecstatic! Every lunge of Craig's throbbing prick in her pussy bounced her mouth up and down on her principal's huge cock. She could feel Craig's hot tool bucking and jerking in her pussy and Principal Thomas' massive dong throbbing in her eager throat. She felt completely filled, and her cunt began to ripple rhythmically. She knew she was about to come, and she wanted Principal Thomas and Craig to come with her.
At the last instant, she reached back and grabbed Craig's swinging balls. She heard his yelp and felt his hot jism begin spurting into her blazing cunt.
At that very instant, she bit down sharply on Principal Thomas' swollen rod, and he too began to gush and spew his cum into her eagerly swallowing throat. They remained in position, rigid like statues, while shudders of unbelievable passion rippled through all three of them. Then, like tired puppies, they collapsed on the floor.
It seemed impossible that anyone could fail to hear the noisy commotion that Sherri, Craig and Jack Thomas made when they reached their climaxes, but J.J., his mother and Bea Jones didn't even notice. They were too intent on their own exciting pleasures!
Bea and Carol had switched around and were in a sixty-nine position, with Bea on top, licking and slurping at each other in abandon. J.J. was positioned behind his teacher's creamy ass, rubbing his cock back and forth in the hot, moist crack between her quivering asscheeks. His cock was dripping with excitement at the slurping and smacking sounds the two women made as they frantically devoured each other's cunts.
J.J. pushed the tip of his drooling prick right up against Bea's tiny pink asshole and pushed fiercely. "AAAGH!" Bea screamed as the rock-hard intruder poked its head into her tight bung. She bit down sharply on Carols pulsing clit, and Carol cried out too, digging her fingers into Bea's ass, unwittingly spreading the cheeks to give JJ. an even better opportunity to sink his cock in Bea's asshole.
J.J. lunged again and felt the muscles give as he buried himself to the hilt in her steaming ass.
"OOOHHHH!" Bea cried against Carol's sopping pussy, her body racked with the combined sensations of Carol's busily working teeth and tongue against her hard little clitty, and J.J.'s pumping cock in her ass. She could feel the familiar pulsing in her pussy, and she knew that she was about to explode with passion.
She attacked Carol's cunt fervently with her mouth and rammed her hand in and out of her creamy hole. Carol moaned and her cunt muscles tightened around Bea's fingers, drawing them even deeper, snapping and throbbing with excitement.
Suddenly Bea could hold back no longer! She threw herself back against J.J.'s punishing cock and the thrills of orgasm rippled through her. She lunged even harder into Carol's open cunt, and Carol shuddered in ecstasy as she came to a blinding climax.
Just hearing his mother's and his teacher's cries of delight made J.J.'s cock jerk. Then he felt Bea's tight ass tighten even more and pulse against his prick, milking his balls of every drop of cum. What a fuck! His fondest dreams had come true!
Everyone's fondest dreams came true that night! What could have been a very nasty situation was turned into one hell of a good time for all of them! It was just as J.J. said when they were relaxing together, after their first passions were spent. "The family that plays together, stays together!"
J.J.'s parents were only too happy to shout their approval at his profound statement, and Bea Jones laughed happily. She already felt like a charter member of this particular family!
Sherri lay between Craig and J.J., a happy smile on her young face. This had been a wonderful night! Maybe it was true that families that play together, stay together. Somehow, she had trouble imagining her mother in a scene like this with her father's new wife!
"You never know, though," she giggled as she snuggled closer to the boys' cocks, which were already starting to revive and poke their heads out at her. She would have to give the matter some serious consideration right after she took care of her two horny classmates!
