Who can judge a person's reactions to strange or odd situations? Despite what many say, nobody can honestly predict what he or she will do when confronted by events not covered by experience.
The woman in this book, Donna Alcott, starts out as a shy young girl, a new teacher at the local school, a girl afraid of being on her own. She has little self-confidence, but she knows that she likes the way men are starting to stare at her.
Like many women, she learns to use her body to unlock her soul, to set free the sensuous woman who lurks inside her. Each sexual situation she finds herself in only serves to make her more free.
HOT TO TROT TEACHER is the story of a woman who discovers that sex is the key to a complete life for her. Whether or not this philosophy is right for every person, though, is still a decision which must be made on an individual basis.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Alcott's shorts rode deep into the crack of her ass, and the cheeks bulged out prettily, a slightly paler color than the golden brown of her thighs. She could feel the material rubbing in her crotch as she ran, and a weird tingling sensation started in her cunt. Her big tits joggled about loosely inside her T-shirt, the nipples jutting out like stiff fingertips.
It was a shameless thing to do, she realized, letting herself be seen in public, dressed like this. But there were so few people around so early in the morning. And it felt so good, so free, jogging through the suburbs with so little on. The fresh morning air flowed up her brown legs and over her bare midriff. She felt as though she could really breathe for the first time in her life.
And she really did need some outlet for all her crazy energy. Lately she'd been just bursting with tension, unable to sit still or concentrate or read a book. She wasn't sure why. Her new teaching job was part of the reason, maybe, and the move to a new town, a new apartment. A lot of it was probably nervous energy and worry over her new situation. But it was something else too, she felt.
She stopped running and walked the last block to her apartment building, admiring the trim green lawns and well-tended flowerbeds. There was a thin film of sweat on her forehead and she was breathing heavily. Her nipples jutted up so high off her tits they were tenting the fabric of her T-shirt. The muscles of her slender brown legs rippled slightly as she moved.
A car slid out of a driveway and rolled up the block toward her. As she turned into the walkway in front of her building, she heard a squeal of brakes, and she knew the driver had stopped to stare at her. She smiled to herself, glad to be of interest to someone this early in the day. She let herself into her apartment building and strode toward the stairs.
Alongside the mailboxes in the entrance of the building there was a large mirror set into the wall. She caught sight of herself and stopped in mid-stride, turning to examine herself carefully. She wanted to see for herself what it was about her could stop traffic this early in the morning. Her heart was still pounding from her jog.
It was the shorts, most of all, she thought, twisting her pretty ass around so she could see her pale ass cheeks bulging out from under the hems. And her tits, all big and loose and free in her T-shirt, with the nipples so stiff and long. She patted her flat brown belly, naked beneath the brief shirt, then leaned in closer to the mirror for a look at her face.
She wore a pink head band, but above and below it her forehead was glistening with sweat. Her hair fluffed out prettily around her face, two small blonde ringlets sticking to her temples. She was still breathing deeply and her full lips were half open over her perfect white teeth. Her big blue eyes were shining, as if she were excited over something.
She smiled at herself in the mirror, then blushed prettily as she realized when she'd last seen .herself like this. It had been, last year, in college, the night she and Tony, the guy she'd been dating all year, had fucked for the first time. She'd gone out to the bathroom and had caught sight of her face in the mirror. It had been exactly like this, all flushed and slick and glowing. Her heart had pounded then too.
There was a tingling in her cunt again and she was suddenly very much aware of the tight strip of her shorts digging into her crotch. She turned away from the mirror and headed up the stairs to her apartment, her mind dwelling on how good she had felt after that fuck, and how the slimy cum had drooled down her legs as she'd stood naked in that bathroom.
Many months had passed since then, of course, and she and Tony had gone their separate ways, each finding jobs in smaller towns. She had missed him, in a way, but most of all she had missed the fucking. She hadn't had any cock since Tony. She had no boyfriends now, here in her new situation. It was part of the reason she'd chosen to live in this building, which was supposed to be a complex for young singles.
But so far the only man she'd met was the creep across the hall, Daryl something-or-other. He was a young executive type, perfectly dressed and groomed all the time. And he had a new girl in his apartment practically every night. He had leered at her the first time they'd run into each other and asked her over for a drink. She had refused. She had turned him down several more times since.
But maybe she was being too fussy. Daryl struck her as a jerk, but he might just do till someone better came along. It really was tough getting along without any fucking at all. She'd been quite rude to him the last time he had tried to talk to her, and she had a sudden pang of regret. Maybe she should knock on his door, apologize, try to make friends. But it was so early in the day.
She had the key in the lock of her door and was about to step inside her apartment when the door opposite opened and there stood Daryl, his hair perfectly in place, his gray suit immaculate. He had a briefcase in one hand and his keys in the other. He glanced at her, snapped the door to his apartment shut, and seemed about to go off to work without saying hello. Donna took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Daryl... " she began, and she placed her hand gently on his arm. "I've been meaning to talk to you. I think I may owe you an apology."
"Can it wait? I'm on my way to work... " he said. He glanced at his watch quickly. "It'll only take a minute. Please, step inside," she urged. She pushed open her apartment door, ushered him ahead of her. She still had her hand on his arm. She was amazed at how nice it felt to touch a man again after so long.
He was looking at her strangely, his eyes taking in her flushed face, her stiff nipples, her golden thighs. He didn't say anything. He stood there behind the door with her and watched her. Her fingers were tight on his upper arm.
"I... I... " she began, her mouth half-open. He was a big man, and she only came up to his shoulders. She felt the power of his arm under her fingers.
It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what to say to him. She didn't want to apologize to him. She had nothing to apologize for. All she was aware of, all of a sudden, were the rich tingling in her cunt and the heaving of her tits. She wanted a man, it was that simple. She wanted a big stiff cock inside her, and she wanted to fuck. Here was her opportunity.
"What is it? I really should be getting... " he began, glancing again at his watch.
But suddenly she was crushing herself to him, mashing her tits into his shirt and circling him with her arms. She raised her face and planted her mouth on his, drilling her tongue between his lips before he quite realized what was happening. Her hand snaked into his crotch, pressing tight against the sleeping bulk of his prick. Her fingers traced the hulking shape of his cock.
"Shit, babe, what's going on? I thought you weren't interested," he panted, breaking his mouth away from hers. His briefcase fell to the floor with a heavy sound, and now his hands were around her back, pulling her small body to him.
"Don't talk, just... just fuck me... " she gasped. Her hands were on his belt and soon she was unzipping his fly, reaching inside with her long slender fingers. She fondled his cock through his shorts then tried to wrangle her hand inside these too. She could feel the heat of his prick through the material. His cock was starting to grow steadily.
"Jesus, Jesus," he groaned. He had both hands planted on her gorgeous ass cheeks, and he was squeezing and mauling the taut springy flesh. His fingers were underneath her tight shorts and a strip of material had disappeared altogether between her gorgeous ass cheeks.
"It's been so long, it's been so long," she muttered. Her fingers found the shaft of his cock at last and circled gently. She tried to shuck her fist up and down, but there was too much clothing in the way.
He suddenly let go of her ass, gripped her by her shoulders, and forced her down on to her knees on the floor. He grabbed her wrist, tugged her hand from his open fly. Then, in two or three quick movements, he slipped his jacket from his shoulders, unbuckled his belt, let his pants drop to the floor. He stepped from them, shoved down his shorts, and dropped to his knees beside her.
Her eyes went wide at the sight of his huge cock. His prick was far from erect, but sprang up and down in his crotch like a hunk of rubber pipe. She reached for his cock immediately, then began pumping up and down with her fist. She couldn't take her eyes off. His prick was growing thicker and stiffer by the second.
He stuck his fingers inside the top of her shorts and tugged down roughly. Then he did the same with the brief triangle of white that stretched across her pussy mound. He soon had both shorts and panties all the way down her lovely legs. The flimsy items ended up hooked uselessly around one of her ankles. She spread her legs wide for him and hooked up her knees. Her cunt cracked open and flashed pink skin at him.
"What a body. What a fucking fantastic hunk of ass," he muttered to himself, as if she wasn't even there. He ran his hands up her flanks, forcing her half T-shirt up over her lush tits till it was crumpled in a roll under her chin.
He cupped both her tits in his palms and began squeezing and rolling the huge tits around and around and around. The stiff nipples were like hot stones in his hands. They stood up nearly an inch off the puffy red circles capping her tits. He mauled her hungrily, forcing her tits every which way on her aching chest. Her flesh was solid and firm to the touch.
"I knew they'd be fucking huge. I just knew it," he mumbled. He was leaning low over her, and he suddenly let one tit flop free and sank his mouth onto it, capturing the erect nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, drawing the hot stub high off her tit. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Donna moaned. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was writhing about on the threshold of her apartment with a man she'd only exchanged half a dozen words with before today. But she couldn't stop what she was doing to save her life. She didn't want to stop it. She wanted it to go on and on and on.
"Gorgeous fucking tits. Stunning, hot, wobbling tits," he grunted, lifting his mouth off one nipple and sucking in the other hungrily. While he sucked her tits, she shucked his cock up and down solidly in her fist. His prick was now over eight inches long and very thick.
"Fuck me! Please shove your big cock into me and fuck me!" she pleaded. She ground her ass into the deep pile carpet and rolled her head from side to side. A couple more blonde ringlets had stuck to her lovely forehead.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he grunted. "I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you till you can't stand up. Just stop jerking me off long enough to get inside you, and away we'll go."
Donna immediately stopped her hand movements on his soaring cock. He was shifting his weight, raising himself slightly, settling himself down between her widespread thighs. She still held his cock, but lightly, guiding him toward her quaking pussy. His hand folded over her own, and together they slotted his cockhead between the puffy lips of her pussy.
"Yes! Shove it in! Fuck me deep! Fuck me real deep!" she begged. She lifted her ass up off the floor, arched her back, tried to impale herself on his solid cock. The prickhead slipped between her pulpy cuntlips, and two inches of cockshaft followed.
"Okay! Fuck, take it easy!" he croaked. "You'll snap my fucking cock off altogether, and then where'll we be?"
She let go his cock but kept her back arched up off the floor. And inch by inch he fed her his cock, burying his prick a bit at a time, watching as her elastic cuntlips stretched and molded themselves around his thick prick-shaft. Half his cock disappeared, then two thirds. Finally, his crotch hair meshed with hers, and his prick was in her to the hilt, every last inch of hot cock embedded in her pussy.
"Yes! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she panted. She began humping him crazily, smacking her flat brown belly into his again and again. Without him making a move, his cock was fucking in and out of her hot cunt.
"Easy. Settle down for fuck's sake!" he croaked. Finally he let his weight sink down onto her and forced her back onto the floor. Her legs snaked up and around his back and her ankles locked together. She ran her hands up and down his waist.
"Oh I love it! I love it!" she crooned, her eyelids heavy with lust.
He was fucking her with deep, steady thrusts, fucking his cock to the hilt in her sucking cunt. He was angled up off her, so that he could watch her tits jiggle and twitch at his thrusts. He stared down into her eyes, wondering about her, wondering what had changed her from a cool little bitch into a hot horny slut. His balls smacked again and again into the upturned crack of her ass.
"Cram your cock deep! Fill me full of it! Fuck me till I can't stand up!" she pleaded.
Her hands raced up over! his chest, her fingers plucking at his body hair.
His ass rose and fell, rose and fell, and the greased piston of his cock fucked in and out. Already he could feel the hot swirls of cum boiling in his balls. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. The situation was too crazy. The bitch was too hot. "Cum inside me! Fill me full of jizz!" she grunted suddenly, as if aware of his thoughts. "I love spunk! I love to feel it spurting up my cunt! Oh please! Shoot it deep! Shoot it up my cunt!"
His brain reeled. Whatever happened to sweet little girls who liked it slow and easy, in bed? Even most of the cunts he picked up and brought to his apartment liked to be fucked like that. Yet here was a prim little teacher, who'd been playing it cool with him since she moved in, writhing beneath him on the floor, begging him for cock, for cum. There was just no predicting a person's behavior.
She unwrapped her legs from around his back, and he bent them over on themselves with his hands, scissored them on either side of her. Her cunt tilted up at him, all split wide and gaping, the inner flesh all bright and pink and wet. He fucked into her again and again, buried his cock deep. And then he felt his balls dissolve. He fucked his cock into her one more time and felt himself, spurt, "You're coming inside me! I can feel it!" she purred, her eyes rolling up to him. "Shoot it deep! Fill me full of cum! Clog me with jizz!"
A giant glob of spunk spurted deep into her cunt. Then another. He fucked far into her and jet after jet of steaming hot cum blasted up her cunt. He'd only just fucked the night before. In fact the bitch he had brought home then was this very minute still sleeping in his big double bed. Yet now he felt as though he hadn't come in a month. He felt glob after glob of jizz being sucked from him.
"So deep! Spurting inside me so deep!" she raved. Her eyelids fluttered crazily and for a second he thought she was going to pass out. But then she glared at him wildly.
Another jet of spunk spurted free. And another. Her cunt was being clogged with sizzling knots of creamy cock-juice. White cum slopped from her cuntlips, drooled down into the crack of her ass, dribbled down onto the plush carpet. His cock gleamed with silver jizz. Strings of cum hung from his prick like cobwebs. Yet another jet of spunk blasted into her.
"So much jizz! So much fucking spunk!" she wailed. She was beaming up into his face with a look of such gratitude, such love, almost. He fucked his prick into her yet again and spurted one more rope of fuck cream.
Gradually, very gradually, he came to a stop between her split thighs. He rested on top of her, letting his cock grow soft in her greasy, clogged cunt. He settled down onto her plush tits, felt her nipples scratch his hairy chest. His balls felt drained, as if they would never be the same again. His cock was numb, swollen and empty.
"So good! So fucking good! I just love hot cock," she muttered, her face beaming satisfaction.
"And I love cunt! I love your tits and cunt and ass," he said. "But it's getting late. I really do have to get to work, babe." He slopped his cock from her cunt, climbed to his feet, and began to get dressed.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna was amazed at how pleasant her day was after her early morning fuck. The hours just rolled by without her realizing. Nothing seemed to bother her, not even the stern glance of Mr. Vickers the principal as she bustled into the staff room just minutes before the first class of the day. The students who for the first two weeks had been such a pain in the ass seemed easy to handle. Not one thing went wrong.
The second and the third day were just as easy, though she didn't see Daryl again and made no effort to get in touch with him. She sort of coasted on all the satisfaction the quick fuck had given her. She felt complete, somehow, as if she had finally treated herself to something she had put off for a very long time.
She should have known that a good healthy fuck could work wonders, she mused. She taught Physical Education for a living and was forever stressing the connection between a healthy body and a healthy mind. But sometimes a teacher could forget her own lessons, and that was what had happened to her. Fucking was good for her, it was that simple. Everybody needed fucking and there was no use pretending otherwise.
It bothered her at first that she'd let such a creep fuck her. Daryl might be good with his cock but he wasn't a very nice person. She wasn't fooling herself there. The thing was, he'd served his purpose. He'd relieved her of a lot of tension. She soon quit worrying about who she had fucked with. A cock was a cock, after all. Who was she to complain about how good she felt?
Part of her responsibility at the school involved talking with the girls she taught, counseling them about whatever was bothering them. In this too she now felt more confident, having got herself fucked. Most of the girls' problems stemmed from trouble with boyfriends and sex, and she felt better qualified to talk about all this now that she had gotten fucked herself. She felt she could relate to the girls better.
After class one afternoon in midweek, though, she found herself relating a little more than she should have. A rather plain girl named Tammy had come to her complaining about her boyfriend. He wanted her to have sex with him much more often than she liked, the girl pouted. And now he wanted her to do things she thought were dirty, like putting his cock in her mouth. What could she do? How could she put him off?
Donna found herself listening to this with more and more interest. She asked poor Tammy for more detail, had her tell what exactly she and her boyfriend did together. She squirmed a little in her seat as the girl talked. She had Tammy describe her first clumsy attempts at cocksucking. And she began to wonder just who this guy was who couldn't seem to take no for an answer.
"He's right outside," Tammy said at one point, glancing back at the door to Donna's cramped little office. "He said he'd see you if I wanted him to. He said he'd talk to you."
Donna found herself protesting. There really was no need to see him... she said... But then. Tammy insisted. She seemed desperate. Apparently she was ready to break up with her boyfriend if he couldn't be persuaded to lessen his demands on her. Donna thought the matter over quietly. Then she said okay. She sent Tammy home, had her tell her boyfriend to come on in. She would try to talk some sense into him, she promised.
Dan Wells was a big, muscular, hairy young man who looked too old to be in school at all. Donna could see at once why poor mousy little Tammy was having problems. She sat behind her desk and watched him swagger in. She offered him a seat which he refused. He leaned on the corner of her desk and stared down at her, challenging her to get tough with him. Donna watched him and began asking a few innocent questions.
While she talked, she found herself imagining this big hairy brute fucking tiny Tammy. Then she had a sudden clear vision of him trying to cram his cock into the young girl's pouty little mouth. She couldn't turn off her imagination. It ran wild, even while she asked how long he and Tammy had been seeing each other and other simple questions.
"She don't want to suck cock," he said at last, cutting her next question off. "That's the whole thing right there. If she'd suck cock, we wouldn't have no fucking problem."
Donna blushed. She should jump up from behind her desk, she realized, demand that he apologize for using such language in front of a teacher. He was obviously trying to test her or shock her or something. If she didn't say something now, he would think she was a pushover. She couldn't move. She sat rooted to her chair, her eyes wide and flashing. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"I don't think it's much to ask, do you?" he went on matter-of-factly. "Every girl I went out with was always real happy to suck my cock. I got one worth sucking, you know? But old Tammy, she thinks she's too good or something. She kisses it like it was a fucking snake or something."
"Mr. Wells... " Donna began, rising from her chair at last. She moved around the desk to face him. "There's more to a relationship than getting your cock... your thing sucked. Tammy's a sensitive girl. If she doesn't want to, it's her decision. You shouldn't--"
"What's wrong with cocksucking? I bet you do it with your boyfriend, don't you? Don't you suck your boyfriend's cock, teach?"
"Mr. Wells... " Donna protested. She moved toward the door. It was time to throw this insensitive young punk out.
"See? How could a girl turn down a cock like this? I ask you, teach, how could she?"
To Donna's horror, he had unzipped his fly and hauled out a thick and ugly cock which dangled down now between his legs like a hunk of tubing. His prick thrust out from his fly along with a few crotch hairs and dropped down heavily toward the floor. His cock had to be eight or nine inches long, she figured. Maybe longer. The foreskin had peeled halfway off the cockhead to leave the tip of his prick pink and round and shining.
"Mr. Wells! What do you think you're doing?" she protested. She took a step toward him, then stopped, wondering what she could do to stop this crazy situation.
"Just showing you the evidence. Now do you think it's fair to refuse to suck a cock like that?" He had taken his cock in one hand and was waving at her lazily, smiling tightly as she flushed a deep shade of red.
Then, before she could protest further, he unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants to the floor, shoved his shorts down after them. He lodged his bare ass on the corner of her desk, spread his legs and gazed down at the big soft noodle of his prick. He shook his cock about, looping his prick this way and that. His cock swung and swayed in the air elastically. She swore for a second that she could hear his prick swishing.
"I think it's time you put that away and got out of here," she said sternly. "You'll be damn lucky if I don't report you to Mr. Vickers."
"Aw c'mon, teach. I thought you were supposed to help out us poor confused teenagers. I need some advice. For all I know, my cock could be too big and ugly to suck." He waved his cock about some more and stared at her quite seriously. If anything, his prick seemed to be growing longer in his fist.
"Mr. Wells... " she began, and she stepped toward him, raising a hand to grip him by the shoulder.
He grabbed her wrist quickly, and, before she knew what had happened, he thrust her hand into his crotch and wrapped her fingers around the hot bulk of his cock. His fist folded over hers and held her fingers there. She felt as though she'd grabbed hold of a hot steel bar. His cock throbbed and trembled in her hand like a reptile. As hard as she tried, she could not pull her hand from under his.
"See? See how nice it is? Now why wouldn't anyone want to play with that? What's wrong with it? That's what I'd like to know."
He began forcing his fist up and down over hers, jerking his cock with slow, tight movements. She writhed and struggled for a while, then stopped. His cock felt like it was burning her hand. She stood there beside him, trapped, her free hand on his naked hairy thigh. She breathed deeply and tried to keep herself from screaming.
"Now what's wrong with that?" he soothed, his arm looped gently around her waist. "What's wrong with playing with some cock once in a while? Doesn't it feel nice? Don't I have a great cock?"
Donna hated to admit it, but he really did. His prick was thicker than Daryl's and even longer, especially now that his cockshaft was telescoping in her hand, stiffening, the veins in it tightening.
And now her curiosity was getting the better of her. She was relaxing, and she wanted to see his cock. Was his prick really as big as she imagined?
"Isn't that nice? Isn't that nice?" he soothed, setting up a gentle rhythm with his fist that she seemed willing to follow. Bit by bit he loosened his grip on her hand, and, instead of snatching her fingers away, she squeezed his prick gently, continued the gentle jerk-off motion. He finally let go her hand altogether and broke into a smile as he watched her fist pumping him all on its own, the strokes sure and steady.
She shifted a little beside him, and he let his arm fall from around her waist. She was twisting, turning, easing herself slowly to the floor between his outstretched legs. She wanked his cock evenly, never once missing a stroke until she had settled down on her knees and had the prick inches in front of her lovely face. Then she paused long enough to stare at the cock raptly, as if she'd never seen anything so beautiful.
"Like it?" he wheezed, glaring down at her. His cock was huge in her fist. His prick loomed up in front of her face like the branch of a tree. One fat vein throbbed in its side like it was about to burst.
She didn't answer. She simply stared at his cock carefully, studying each and every ripple in his prick's ugly shaft. She shucked her fist up and down slowly several times, forcing the loose outer skin up along the solid inner shank. She watched the foreskin peel down off the head, bunch up in a roll behind the flange. Then she watched it pucker into a wrinkled mouth when she cranked in the other direction.
"Yeah, teach, like that," he croaked, gazing down at her. "You sure know how to jerk a guy off. Whew!"
Donna glanced up at him. Then she began a furious wanking motion that damn near ripped his cock up by the roots. She tugged and pulled on his enormous cock, masturbating him wildly. His foreskin made wet snapping sounds against his straining cockhead. Then, just as abruptly as she'd begun, she stopped, simply held his prick in her fingers and gazed at his cock. She glanced up and him, licked her lips, and dipped her mouth in a sexy red oval.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned, his eyes widening as he watched her beautiful red mouth move closer and closer to his throbbing cock. Then her soft lips were against his cockhead and she was sliding her mouth this way and that on the purple dome. Her eyes rolled up to look at his briefly, and then she sank lower, sucking his entire cockhead into the warm wet chamber of her mouth.
Her head tilted, her face dipped, and she slid down on his cock, drawing inch after inch of stiffened prick into her face. Her lips crawled down gently, softly, and her tongue guided his cockhead under the roof of her mouth and beyond, on into her throat. Her lips stretched around the bulk of the prick, forming a tight seal around every ugly bump and ripple.
"Oh Christ! Oh fuck!" he moaned, spreading his legs wide. Her fingers cupped the sac of his balls and supported it from below while her other hand clutched his cock base tightly.
Lower and lower Donna sank on his bloated prick, till she had five inches or more embedded in her face. Then she paused, sliding her mouth back up the shaft some, then plunged down again. With the cock base clutched firmly in one hand, she began working on the top part of the prickshaft, sucking wetly while her fist pumped and pumped.
Her cheeks hollowed and then swelled, her nostrils flared wildly. She was using her tongue, curling it under and around the cockhead and tickling the prickshaft with its tip. Her lips had wet over half the bloated prick, making his cockshaft shine like a piston. Her mouth made loud squeaking sounds, as if she was trying to play some complicated musical instrument.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he grunted, his eyes wild. He loved the sight of her bright blonde hair bobbing up and down, the tight ringlets dancing. And the sight of her full mouth wrapped tight around the hopelessly stiff shank of his cock. Her lip gloss had rubbed off, smudged up and along the thick shaft of his cock, gleaming brightly like wet paint.
This was a teacher, after all, sucking his cock. A brand new teacher, and maybe an easy one, but the prettiest and youngest-looking one in school by far. And it was such a thrill to be sitting here bare-ass naked on her desk, his cock lodged deep in her throat, his balls joggling in her fingers. The boys would never believe this. They'd say he made the whole thing up when he told them.
"Mmmfffssskkk," Donna gurgled. She sat up a little straighter on her knees, angled her face lower. Her lunges were now fast and furious on his cock. Her blonde hair really bounced. Her fingers squeezed his balls mercilessly.
He wondered how long he'd be able to hold back and keep himself from exploding. Her mouth was so fantastic, the suction so good. Her full red lips were caressing him, riding up and down his prick so gently. Her tongue was doing crazy things, tickling and teasing his prickshaft and diddling his cockhead madly. And her fist was still pumping, wanking his cock as if she was milking him, which in a way she was.
He gave up trying to control himself. He gave up trying to think of other things. All that mattered was her mouth on his cock, her tongue playing with him so lewdly. And he felt a dissolving sensation in his balls as she tickled them with her fingers. She drove her mouth down on his prick one more time, two more times, and he felt himself going. There was nothing that could stop him.
Donna's mouth filled up with cum. She had raised up on his cock and had only the prick head in her mouth at the time. Suddenly there was a, spurting sensation, and she felt the sizzling hot stream' of spunk burst across her tongue and into her throat. Cum rocketed into her gullet before she had time to react, and for a moment she was gagging, coughing, snorting on top of his exploding cock.
"Ggglllggglllggg!" she gurgled, gulping down a great creamy mouthful of jism. Her gaze rolled up to his face. Her eyelids were droopy with lust.
She had known he was close, but she still hadn't expected the sudden outburst. Then she sobbed her head and rode his cock up and down with her mouth. And, without missing a stroke, she let his prick spurt freely into her yearning mouth. She gulped heavily, sucking down the first thick blast of jizz. No sooner had she cleared her mouth of fuck cream than his cockhead twitched again.
Her mouth filled to capacity again. She felt hot cum swirling off the roof of her mouth, in back of her teeth, between her cheeks and gums. Her tongue felt heavy with the stuff, as if she was sucking up molten lead. She gulped and swallowed, siphoning down another huge mouthful of cock-juice. The spunk wriggled to her belly like raw eggs.
"Suck it! Eat my cum!" he groaned, his ass humping up off the desk. "Suck my cock! Drink down all my cum!"
Donna did the best she could, absorbing yet another spurting mouthful at one gulp. But then it all became too much for her. The next jet, she had to hold in her mouth before she could swallow. Two thick streams of silver jizz oozed from her lips, sliding down at the corners of her mouth like milk. The dribbles ran down her chin, hung there for a while, then stretched down into great long dangling bands from her face.
"Eat it! Eat my cum!" he shouted. He watched the lewd strings of spunk dangle from her chin and bounce in the air like elastic bands.
"Ggglllggglllggg!" she croaked, gulping down more cock slime. She stopped sliding her mouth up and down his cock now. That was too much effort under the circumstances. She simply clutched his prick in her fist and pumped while the head and the top two inches sat on her tongue. She milked him into her mouth, letting him spurt jet after jet after jet.
She wondered if he would ever stop shooting. It was as though he hadn't cum in months. Little Tammy really hadn't been doing her job, had she? And now here Donna was having to suck up all Dan Wells' frustrations. Actually, Donna was glad to do it. An ejaculation like this would have scared poor Tammy half to death.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he croaked, and, with a wild buck of his thighs, he spurted out the last big jet of cock-cream. Donna's mouth was still full at the time, and more cum drooled out down her chin than stayed in her face. One long dangling rope of spunk swung to one side and attached itself to her arm. Then it broke and sloped down her wrist.
She gulped and swallowed and gulped some more, cleaning out her mouth and sucking up the dregs from his overloaded balls. Her neck bobbed and wiggled as she drank his prick slime, and another string of silver snapped off her chin and fell to the floor. She made loud wet sucking sounds with her mouth, as if she was slopping up precious morsels of food after a fast.
"Oh teach, oh fuck, oh teach," he groaned, his voice strained and tired. "What a blowjob. What a fucking hot cocksucker you are! Oh fuck!"
"Ggglllggglllggg!" Donna gurgled.
"That Tammy was a dull little cunt anyway," he sighed. "She couldn't suck cock to save her life. What she needs is lessons from you, teach."
Oh sure, Donna thought, swallowing the last of his jizz. She lifted her mouth off his cock at last, letting his prick flop down loosely like a limp fish. She turned her face up to him and smiled, and a great wet wall of silver cum oozed out over her lips, spilling down her chin and along her arm.
CHAPTER THREE
"Would you ever fuck one of your girl students?" Donna asked Peter Hood a couple of nights later. They were sitting opposite each other in a dim little restaurant, sipping wine after a rich and filling dinner. Donna had had enough to drink so that she wasn't embarrassed to ask him the daring question.
Peter coughed on his glass of wine, placed it down carefully, and stared across at her. This was their first date. He was a new teacher too, and he'd asked her out in part because he thought they would have a lot in common. And they had. Up to now they'd had a fun evening comparing notes and sympathizing with each other over how difficult teaching could be. Then out of the blue she had tossed this question at him.
"Of course not. That would be crazy," he said at last. "It would be a good way to lose my job real fast. It wouldn't be worth it."
She watched him over her wine glass, her eyes glittering teasingly. She took a sip, leaned over close to him, unaware that her low-cut evening dress slipped forward enough for him to see the upper part of the pink circle of skin surrounding her nipple. Her brown tits flowed lushly down into the dress, separating and heaving against the fabric. He could see how much paler the low inner swells were compared to the tanned upper globes.
"You mean to tell me you've never lusted after one of those cute little teenage girls in your classes? I find that hard to believe."
"I think about such things, sure. I wouldn't be human otherwise. But I'd never do anything about it." He stared into her lovely eyes and tried his best not to gaze longingly into her deep brown cleavage. He felt a distinct twitch in his cock all the same. "What about cute little girl teachers?" she went on, her eyes flashing at him. "You ever lust after them?"
"All the time." He smiled. "I just can't resist cute girl teachers. I love them."
"And what do you do. about that?" she went on. "Or do you just think about that also?"
Peter couldn't believe she was acting this way. For the first couple of weeks of school she'd seemed the quietest, shyest little thing he'd ever come across. In fact he had wondered what she was doing teaching school in the first place. Now here she was talking and acting like a real cockteaser, as if she loved sex more than anything. It had to be the wine, he figured. Liquor must have an effect on her.
Still, he would have been a fool not to take advantage of her mood. He paid the check, hustled her out to his car, and drove back to her place as quickly as he could. He hadn't expected any action on their first date. He figured it would be weeks, maybe months before a classy girl like Donna came across. Yet in the car she slid over toward him, buried her hand in his crotch, and fondled his growing cock through his pants like they'd been lovers for years. It had to be the wine, he told himself.
At her apartment door, she fumbled with her keys, dropped them on the floor, squatted on her knees to retrieve them. For a wild minute he thought she was going to start sucking him off right then and there in the hall. She actually reached up and cupped her hand over his growing cock, squeezed his balls, and gazed up at him with a lewd, teasing grin. He quickly raised her off her knees, helped get the door open, and urged her inside before anyone could come by.
He wanted at least to get her into the bedroom. As horny as he was, he could still at least wait that long. But she was grabbing at him, feeling his cock, whimpering with a low, lewd sound deep in her throat. Then suddenly she unhooked something on her dress. It was falling away from her, drifting down her lush body. She stepped from it and stood there in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of brief white panties.
"Jesus, Donna, what's happening to you?" he wheezed, glaring at the gorgeous sweeping globes of her tits. They hung down so heavily off her chest, all brown and swollen and ripe. As she stooped to toss her dress to one side, they swayed down and out from her body, like liquid-filled balloons.
"I want it," she whispered hoarsely. "I can't help it, I don't know what it is. I just want to fuck so bad."
She bent down again, peeled her panties down her slender golden thighs. He glared at the blonde hairy fleece of her crotch hair. His cock throbbed in his pants. She tossed the tiny crumpled ball of her panties away and dropped to her knees on the floor. Instead of reaching for his cock, this time she draped herself face-forward over the couch, thrusting her lovely brown ass back at him.
"Fuck me now. Fuck me now, please," she pleaded. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and mashed her tits into the seat of the couch. There was real desperation in her voice.
"Jesus, Donna, what's happening to you?" he repeated.
But he was slipping off his jacket at the same time, opening his shirt, dropping his pants to the floor. He thrust down his shorts and his cock sprang clear like an uncoiling spring. In seconds, he was completely naked. He dropped to his knees on the carpet, came up behind her, and angled his cock under the tufted gash of her hairy cunt. Her pussy lips had split already, and were cranking wider for him every second.
"Fuck me now. Shove your cock inside me and fuck me raw," she grunted. She reached under her and tried to guide his cockhead with her fingertips. He was angling his cock about with his fist, poking the cockhead against the greasy gash of her cunt.
"You're so wet! Your pussy's so greasy!" he croaked. A thick slime poured down her cunt walls, soaking his purple cockhead. He could feel her pulpy slabs of cunt flesh sucking at his prick.
"Inside me! Shove it inside me!" she begged. And she reared back her ass, skewering herself on his hot cockhead. Her cuntlips folded over the tip of his cock.
The lush wet feel of her pussy was too much for him, and suddenly he rammed forward, burying three, four, five inches of thick cock meat in her greasy pussy. Then he fucked even deeper, till eight inches of stiff cock were embedded in her cunt. His balls swayed back and forth as he moved. Her cunt swallowed his prick up completely.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she crooned, her body shuddering. She heaved a deep satisfied sigh. She began bucking herself back and forth, impaling herself again and again on his stiff prick. Her big tits skidded across the couch below her, the nipples scratching crazily.
"Donna! Oh fuck, Donna!" he grunted. He too rammed back and forth now, his ass pumping. His cock fucked in and out of her, and soon his prick was shining brightly with all the grease from her cunt. His hips smacked into her ass again and again.
"Do you think I'm a whore?" she gasped suddenly, jerking her ass back against him. "Do you think I'm a slut to let you do this to me so soon?"
"No, no, no," he panted. He didn't know what else to say. He fucked his cock back and forth up her cunt.
"I'm not drunk. I'm really not," she went on, her voice ragged. "I just love sex. I just love cock. I can't help it."
She forced her ass back again and again, thrilling at the feel of his thick cock bucking and writhing inside her. She raised her body up some off the couch and immediately his hands scooped beneath her and gathered up her lolling tits. He squeezed them, flicked the stiff nipples with his thumbs, massaged the lush springy flesh. His fingers dug into her tits and mauled them.
"Yes! I love cock! I can't get enough!" she crooned. "Fuck me deep! Fuck me so deep with that huge cock of yours!"
Peter humped her, cramming his cock to the hilt up her cunt time after time. He felt as though he could fuck all night. He smiled slyly to himself, thrilled at his good luck. One moderately priced dinner, and he was getting the fuck of his life as a reward. He had never dreamed it could be this easy. He had never imagined someone like Donna would come across for him with no resistance.
"Will you do me a favor?" she gasped suddenly, glancing at him over her shoulder. "Will you do something really special for me?"
He grunted his assent. As if she needed to ask. There was only one thing he wouldn't do for her right now, and that was stop fucking her. He doubted he could do that to save his life. He bucked his cock into her again, fucking his prick to the hilt in her quaking wet cunt.
"Fuck me up the ass!" she purred, her voice quiet but urgent. "I want you to! I want it real bad! Take your cock out of my cunt and fuck me up the ass! I need it!"
He continued fucking her, not quite sure he had heard right. But then he suddenly knew he had. It figured. It was all a part of this weird, kinky evening. First she begs him to fuck her practically before he's through the door. Now she wants his cock up the ass. Somehow it all seemed logical.
"Please! I mean it! I want it up the ass!" she pleaded. She stopped moving against him. She was waiting for him to do as she asked, draped naked across the couch like some life-sized doll.
He stopped fucking his cock in and out of her, withdrew till his cock snapped out into the open like a greased piston: He gazed down at the puckered ring of her asshole just up above her cunthole. He let his wet cockhead drip two or three fat globs of slime onto her winking dented asshole. The circle of her asshole seemed so small and tight.
"Cram it in! Shove your cock up my ass!" she urged. And she reached behind her, dug her fingers into her ass cheeks, and pried them apart wantonly. The crack of her ass widened and her puckered asshole gleamed up at him.
Quickly, before he could think about it, he slotted his bloated purple cockhead against the tiny puckered circle. He raised himself up higher, bent his knees, and forced the cockhead down onto the small ring. Her ass cheeks spread around his invading cock. They were dented out of shape by his big prick.
For a while there was no give at all. His cockhead grew tense and numb against her asshole. He pressed down. She pressed back, but nothing happened. His cock developed a bend about halfway up, and he had to bolster his prickshaft with his fist, but that was all.
Then, with Donna groaning into the couch as if she was in pain, something began to give. He pressed on, not letting up for a second, and, amazingly, by degrees, her tight asshole opened up and folded itself tightly around his invading prick. His cockhead slid from sight, a bit a time, until his prick was completely absorbed by her sucking asshole. And still he fucked forward, driving inch after inch of cock up her ass.
"Yes! Oh yes!" she croaked, her eyes clenched shut. She still clutched at her ass cheeks, cranking them wide apart for him.
At last every last inch of hard cock was embedded up her asshole, and, with barely a pause for breath, Peter began fucking back and forth, fucking her with deep, steady strokes that sent tremors up the entire length of her body. She let go her ass cheeks at last and grabbed hold of a cushion just to her side. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched.
"Fuck me! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck me!" she crooned, bracing herself against the couch. She didn't move. She let him do all the work. She snorted and grunted into the couch.
It was the weirdest feeling she had ever experienced. But it was one of the most thrilling. What a dirty, kinky thing to let a guy do to her, fuck her up the ass with his big thick cock. It was a little crazy, really. But it felt so wicked, so evil, so good. She was loving every inch of his cock up her tight and quivering asshole.
Peter let go her tits and brought his hands up along her flanks. He raised his body up off her, stroked his fingers across the small of her back, clutched at her ass cheeks tightly. He gazed down between her ass cheeks, amazed that every last inch of his swollen cock was up her asshole. She was so small, her asshole seemed so tight, and yet his cock was disappearing completely on every stroke.
"Fuck it deep! Split me in half! Cram your cock up my ass!" she wailed, and her head bobbed from side to side crazily. She swore she could feel the bloated head of his cock way up in her stomach somewhere.
His balls began to tingle. They were swinging and swaying between his legs each time he fucked forward. And the hot jism sizzled and swirled inside them. He wouldn't be able to keep this fucking up much longer. It was one thing to be fucking her slick, greasy cunt, but her asshole was so much tighter. His cock felt like it was being peeled inside her.
"Cum up my ass! Spurt your jizz deep in my asshole!" she raved, as if reading his thoughts. "Cream inside me! Shoot your spunk up my asshole!"
He bucked and humped, fucking her again and again with his hot cock. He was determined to make it last as long as he could. But his balls were really trembling. He felt his knees weaken and his belly twitch. And suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer. He buried his cock up her ass one last time, and his balls exploded.
"Sonovabitch! I'm coming!! I'm coming up your ass!" he croaked. "Feel it spurt! Feel it fucking spurt!"
"I feel it! Oh yes! I feel your cum spurting up my ass! Oh yes!" she yelped. She drove her ass back at him and felt his crotch hair tickling her satiny ass cheeks.
And a great glob of hot jizz spurted far into her quaking asshole. It burst from his cock like a rocket and jetted far up into her helpless body. It swirled and sizzled like hot wax. He was bathing her insides with hot fuck cream. She could feel it distinctly, a wild and wet explosion.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she croaked. Her fist clutched the cushion and her free hand snaked beneath her and along her belly. Her fingers dug into her crotch hair and poked between her gaping cuntlips. She found her clit and began diddling herself crazily.
"Up your ass! Oh fuck, up your ass!" he wheezed.
And another giant knot of cum-slime spurted into her asshole. He fucked his cock into her again and again, each time now a sizzling hot wad of spunk jetting far into her ass. She was soon clogged with it, pumped to capacity with steaming knots of jizz. Cum sloshed around inside her heavily.
Each time he pulled his cock into the open, so his prickshaft was gleaming with, silver globs of cum. Thick strings of spunk hung off his cock and dripped to the carpet. White streams of slime oozed down the insides of her thighs like wax. Her cunt was suddenly awash with silver gunk, great snaky strings of cock-cream dribbling over the pink folds of her cunt flesh and soiling her diddling fingers.
"Inside me! I feel it! Oh God, I feel your cum spurting deep up my ass!" she moaned. She sounded as though she was in a dream. Her voice was strange and distracted and wild.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned. And yet another hot blast of cum shot free. His balls were trembling crazily.
Two thick ropes of silver jizz hung from the gaping pink lips of her cunt. The ropes dribbled and drooled through her blonde pussy hair, then stretched down between the upside-down V of her legs, dangling there like hunks of elastic. Finally, joggled to one side by the last jerks of his humping hips, they both snagged on her left thigh, clung there, then drooled down to her knee.
"What a fuck! What an ass! Oh, Donna! Oh fuck!" he breathed. He slowed his movements down, and his cock simply oozed spunk into her asshole, no longer spurting.
"Up my ass! You fucked me up my ass! You spurted jizz way up my asshole!" Donna mumbled, as if she was only just appreciating what she had let him do to her She twisted her blonde head from side to side and gazed about her dazedly. Her asshole was clogged with cum. She felt heavy with spunk.
Jizz dripped and dropped from his gently fucking cock, soiling his balls and hanging in the air. He stared down at his embedded prick in amazement, still not quite believing what had happened. He circled Donna's tiny golden waist with his hands, stroked up and down her flanks, scooped beneath her to fondle her big tits.
"Up my ass! Up my ass!" she crooned softly to herself. Slowly, she was coming to her senses. She gazed about her, her gaze settling on the bedroom door.
One day, she thought, maybe I'll get to fuck in bed, instead of on the floor.
CHAPTER FOUR
Donna was glad when the weekend rolled around. It had been a wild, amazing week, one of the strangest of her whole life, and she wanted a little time to think things over. She spent the entire day Saturday lazing around the pool which was set in among the lawns in the rear of her apartment complex. She lay in the sun dozing, daydreaming about what had happened in her life over the last few days and trying to figure out what it all meant.
She had always been so shy and reserved, especially about sex, and that was what confused her. Her experiences with men up until a few days ago had been few and far between. Now, within one week, she'd fucked and sucked three different men. She'd even had a cock up the ass. What was happening to her? Was she making up for lost time, or what?
Thoughts like those tumbled through her head as she rested there, tanning, and she grew more confused than ever. She tried to read for a while, and she chatted with various men and women who came and went in the course of the morning and early afternoon. For a while the pool area was crowded, and she even noticed Daryl sitting, tanning, with a dark girl with huge tits. She didn't speak to him though, and he made no attempt to come over to her.
For a while she talked with a bronzed young man named Terry, who warned her not to stay in the sun too long. He seemed really popular with the other sunbathers, she noticed, and he moved among them all comfortably, exchanging a word here and there and making the girls laugh. She found herself hoping he would stay longer with her and keep her mind off her brooding, but he didn't stay with anyone long. He was very friendly.
By mid-afternoon the sky grew hazy, and, though the sun was still bright, many people left the pool area. Donna dozed for a while without realizing how much time passed. When she woke up, she was alone beside the pool except for one other person. Terry was back at her side, and he was pouring a soothing lotion over her brown back and shoulders. She had her bikini top open, and he was free to coat her entire back with liquid. Her big tits were squished beneath her.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice," she murmured, still half-asleep. She felt safe and comfortable with him, completely relaxed. And his hands were cool and soothing on her tingling back.
"I warned you about staying out too long," he muttered, his hand caressing her shoulder, smoothing around her neck. "How does that feel? Cool?"
"Wonderful. Just great," she sighed.
His hands paused. There was a delicious cool sensation as he poured a stream of oil between her shoulder blades. Then he smoothed his fingers lower, over her ribs, along her flanks. She felt the touch of his fingertips briefly along her naked tits below. She closed her eyes and let him do as he wished. She felt terrific, as if she were floating on air.
"You have a great body. You must exercise a lot," he whispered. His fingers soothed over the small of her back and along one haunch. The only obstruction was the string of her bikini bottom across her hip.
"I jog," she muttered, her voice muffled. His fingers were tracing up along the edge of her bikini bottoms now, and she found herself spreading her thighs, hoping he would not stop.
He poured oil on the tops of her thighs and spread it quickly down the length of her long slender legs. But then he was back smoothing his hand along the tops of her thighs, and he slipped his fingers quickly between them and explored deep in her crotch. His fingertips traced along the lower edges of her bikini bottom, just fractions of an inch from her puffy cunt.
"Oooooh, it feels so nice. You're so good," she murmured. She spread her thighs farther to give him lots of room to explore.
"Why don't you come up to my place, and we can finish this in private?" he whispered suddenly, glancing about him. The pool was now deserted, but it was still no place to get down to basics, he thought. Without waiting for an answer, he hauled up the loose strings of her bikini top, laced them together quickly. He stood up, helped her gather her things together, and led her from the pool on her wobbly knees.
Donna was fully aware of what was happening. She knew she was consenting to go to a strange young man's apartment, and that chances were good she would have a cock shoved at her in no time. But she didn't care. All the worrying and fretting she'd done earlier didn't seem to matter. She felt wonderful, all relaxed and mellow and warm. His hands had done nice things for her, and she didn't want to stop things and break the spell.
"What are you going to do?" she mumbled, glancing at him shyly as they climbed the stairs. The oil glistened on her back and shoulders and made her shine.
"Whatever you want, little lady. You name it," he answered. They reached his apartment and he ushered her inside. His guided her to the bedroom, tore the sheets back on his bed, had her recline on her back.
"I'm all oily. I'll mess things up," she protested weakly. Her big tits shifted inside their tiny bikini harness as she settled back on the bed.
"Don't worry, we're gonna mess this bed up real good before we're finished. Strip your bikini off. I can't oil you up unless you're good and naked."
Without hesitation, Donna unhooked her bikini top, letting her tits flop free. She tugged at the string on her hip, hauled the bikini bottoms off her crotch. Her pussy hair fluffed up high, as if it had been back-combed. She leaned back, her head on a pillow. She watched him from under her droopy, lust-heavy eyelids. Her tits separated heavily on her chest.
"What a body. What a gorgeous fucking body," he grunted. He was sitting beside her on the bed, the bottle of lotion in one hand. He suddenly stretched out an arm, upended the bottle, let a long string of oil slop down between her tits. Then his hands were all over her, spreading the juice up over each massive tit globe, massaging it into her lush girl-skin. His fingers mauled her hungrily.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she purred, watching the oil spread over her tits, amazed at how the liquid made them shine like quivering mounds of jello.
"Such big tits. Such nice big wobble jugs," he crooned, digging his soiled fingers into her, smearing the lotion up and down her tits. He suddenly reached for the bottle again, poured out a steady stream directly onto her stiff, hopelessly erect nipple. The stiff brown spike looked like it had been varnished. Her nip stuck up nearly an inch into the air off its gleaming circular pad.
"Yes! Squeeze my tits! Play with the nipples! Just like that!" she cried. She gazed at her nipples in amazement. She had never seen them so stiff and long, so erotic-looking.
He held the bottle up over her tits, then poured a steady stream of oil down her cleavage to her navel and beyond. The liquid was clear and thick on her golden rib cage and belly. She hunched herself up on her elbows and watched him as he smoothed the goo all over her front. He plastered her belly with it, scooped out the pool in her navel and spread it down over her flanks. He smiled up at her lewdly.
"It feels so good! Oh my!" she sighed. And her belly rippled with excitement, for she knew now what he would do next, and she could hardly wait.
Again he upended the bottle of lotion, and again a steady stream of oil poured down. But this time it landed in her fluffy crotch hair, matting it. She spread her legs, and the goop drooled down over her already splitting cunt, seeped inside to cool the warm pink skin within. Her cunt was suddenly awash with soothing lotion.
"On my cunt! Oh yes, pour it on my cunt!" she encouraged. She stared down the length of her oily, gleaming body.
"You like that? It feel nice?" he wondered. He forked his hand into her crotch, smudged the oil into her cunt hair. Then his fingers were on her cunt itself, rubbing up and down, spreading the fluid, oiling up her pussy lips.
He diddled a finger inside her cunt quickly, circled his finger around and fucked it back and forth.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned. She raised her ass off the bed, swiveled her hips around on his finger. Her slick brown belly rippled up and down.
He played with her like this for some time, diddling his finger about and driving her half out of her mind. At one point, he slipped a second finger, then a third up her cunt. She jerked and trembled even more, her ass raised more than a foot off the soiled sheet. She was whimpering and sighing as if she was about to burst into tears.
"Yeah, that's nice, isn't it? That feels good, huh?" he smirked. But he suddenly withdrew his fingers from her cunt. Her ass settled reluctantly back onto the bed.
"Don't stop! Play with me some more! Play with my cunt!" she chanted. She gazed down at him with wild flashing eyes.
"Okay, I'll give your cunt something to play with," he laughed. He stood up now, forcing his bathing suit down his long tanned legs. His cock writhed into view, a long, half-erect hunk of meat that bounced up and down in his crotch.
He crawled onto the bed and eased himself between her hooked-up legs. He bent forward, his cock in his hand. Before she could complain further, his prick was embedded in her to the hilt and he was humping her, fucking his cock back and forth with even, steady lunges. He watched her, examined her face closely. He fucked her steadily, never once losing his pace or rhythm.
"Ohhh yes! Ohhh fuck! Ohhh yes!" she squealed, her voice wild with lust.
She started coming almost as soon as he fucked his cock into her. It was as though she'd been ready, for hours and hours and hours, primed for her climax. She writhed and squirmed and whimpered, bucking her crotch back up at him with lewd, solid jerks. And, all the time, her cunt was melting, sending sparks of pleasure all the way through her. She felt his cock deep inside her, rutting and drilling and trembling.
After a while, the sensations almost became too much, and she wanted to stop him, to have him pull out of her for a while, let her cool off. But she couldn't speak. She couldn't do anything but buck and roll beneath him, ram her belly into his again and again and hope she wouldn't faint clean away. He held his body up off hers as much as possible, she noticed, so he could study her rippling, gleaming wet body as he fucked her.
Then, all at once, she got what she wanted.
He was withdrawing, pulling his hot stiff cock from her greasy cunt. He crawled up over her, his prick bouncing and swaying in front of him. He settled his ass down on her belly, forced his cock down till his prick was slotted neatly between the big greasy mounds of her tits. Then he grabbed her tits with his hands, pressing them together, trapping his cock in her cleavage.
He began to fuck her tits with long, piercing lunges. He fucked his cock back and forth between her tits, so far that the purple cockhead shot out under her chin after each stroke. His balls were nestled on her rib cage. They flopped back and forth as he moved, their tight wiry hairs scratching her skin. He glared down at her with a hard, calculating look.
"Fuck my tits! Oh yes! Fuck my big greasy tits!" she croaked, her mind reeling at the lewdness of the situation. She tilted down her head, stuck out her tongue, and tried her best to lick his fat purple cockhead each time his prick jerked into the open. His movements were growing more and more erratic.
"You like this? You like to have your tits fucked?" he growled. He slid back and forth on her greased body easily. Sweat rolled off his face and dripped on her.
"Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh yes!" she croaked.
"And how about a face full of cum? You ready for that too? You want a face full of steaming hot jizz?" he grunted.
She glanced up at him quickly, to see if he meant it. "Yes! Cum in my face! Spurt your jizz all over my face!" she bleated.
He humped her steadily, forcing her tits together harshly over his fucking cock. But then he was letting her tits roll apart, giving his cock the freedom to roll and twitch at will in her lush cleavage. He still fucked her tits evenly, but now he had no control over his prick. His hands stayed to one side of each tit. His cock rolled and angled and trembled. He gazed down anxiously.
So did Donna. His prick was going to explode any second, she just knew it, and she wondered what would happen to all his jetting spunk. Her eyes were glued to the spasming purple cockhead, her mouth was open and her tongue stuck out expectantly. The suspense was unbearable. She felt as though she was in front of some kind of firing squad.
"Ohhh fuck!" he groaned suddenly. "Oh, cocksucker!"
His cock angled down at that precise moment, directly in line with Donna's gaping mouth and tongue. A white jet of cum spurted free from his cock tip and fired perfectly between her open lips, guided by her outstretched tongue. Her mouth was suddenly full of hot goop. The cum swirled and squished between her cheeks and gums. It slithered down her throat thickly.
"Sonovabitch! Oh fuck!" he growled, and he fucked his cock forward one more time.
His prick was tangled higher this time, and the second jet of jism spurted up the left side of her face, up over her cheek, across her open eye, across her forehead and into her hair. She clenched shut her eye quickly, but the lashes were matted with a heavy wad of cum. The fat silver pearl of liquid hung from her lash like an ornament.
The tracer of cum gleamed on her face like whitewash. It hung there, as if frozen. In the meantime, his cock had been pulled back, had recoiled, had spurted again, and another long jet of cock-cream had burst free. Her mouth was still half-open in a permanent gasp of shock, and this new stream of cum splattered across her tongue and continued over her lips and on up her cheek till it reached her temple. There it dripped down to her ear weirdly.
"Ohhhssspppfff!" she gasped, smacking her lips closed at last. She tasted his cum, felt it squirming and wriggling on her tongue and in her throat. She swallowed, sucked as much down as she could. She clenched her eyes shut tight and waited for the rest of his ejaculation.
"Take it! Take my cum in your face!" he wheezed. And now he grasped his spasming cock in his hand, raised his prick, and pumped out his cum with strong steady tugs. His prickhead was no more than six inches or so from her waiting face.
A ribbon of cum shot up into the air and hung there for a second. Then with a loud splatter it fell across Donna's face diagonally. It crossed her cheek, shot between her eyes, and split her forehead in half. It rode across her features like a grotesque white scar. She winced under the force but didn't move her face. She waited patiently for the last of his fuck cream. She wondered how much more could be left.
"Open your mouth! I wanna spurt in your mouth!" he croaked. His free hand reached under her chin and forced her chin higher.
Obediently, she angled her face, opened her still-clogged mouth for him. And almost at once, a thick jet of cock-cream spurted between her lips, bounced off her tongue, and slashed down her throat like hot grease. She felt his cockhead touch her mouth, graze her lips. The cockhead was hot and hard and spasming.
He squatted over her, pinning her to the bed. Holding his cock just above her open mouth, he jerked off slowly, milking out the dregs of his cum. The jizz oozed from his cock tip slowly now, in thick, slimy globs, and he watched cum drop heavily between her lips. One, two, three stretching gobs of silver cum drained free, rolled over his cockhead, and plopped down into her waiting mouth, rolling back over her tongue.
"Eat my cum. Suck my jizz," he murmured, his voice much calmer now. Another glob of slime drooled down, this one missing her mouth and landing just to the right, on her soiled cheek.
Donna was a mess. From neck to ankles she was coated in oil, her body shining and slick with it. And now her face and mouth were drenched with cum, heavy with thick, greasy wads of spunk. There were even a couple of silver strands hanging in her blonde hair. She felt soiled, dirty, as if she would still not be clean after two or three showers. But she felt good. She felt calm and satisfied.
She swirled her tongue around her mouth, gathering up more hot gobs of spunk.
CHAPTER FIVE
The new week started very quietly, with Donna working late every day after school in the library. Teaching Physical Education wasn't all fun and exercise, and she had quite a lot of paperwork to catch up on that she had let slide the previous week. She'd been worrying too much about her personal life, her sex life, she realized, and not enough about her teaching. That wasn't fair on her students.
She was determined to quit worrying, to let her love life take care of itself. Surely it was better simply to enjoy what happened to her without all the second-guessing and fretting. That way, she could concentrate on her work, give her all to her job. Thinking about her actions couldn't alter them anyway. It was pretty much a waste of time.
She enjoyed working late in the library. It was quiet and peaceful and deserted after classes and she could really concentrate. Old Mrs. Connors, the librarian for many years, had wanted to stay late herself, for the library was her pride and joy and she didn't want to leave it in anyone else's hands. But Donna had insisted she leave on time and promised to lock the place up herself. Finally the old lady had agreed.
There were never any students in the library after school. They all clattered out as soon as the final bell sounded. The only person Donna had encountered in three or four days was a lean old janitor who never looked in her direction. And so one afternoon she was surprised to hear the library door open and close and the sound of voices murmuring suspiciously beyond the stack of books.
She thought nothing of it and went back to work, forgetting that she wasn't alone until a shadow fell across her desk and she was forced to look up. Two young men who she recognized as friends of Dan Wells were standing in front of her, staring at her with odd, nervous looks. They didn't say a word, but just glared down at her, serious and grim and curious.
"What is it? Do you want something?" she murmured, fixing them with her big blue eyes. She tapped her pencil on the sheet of paper in front of her and pursed her lips.
"Nothing special," one of them said. She seemed to recall his name was Joey. He wore blue jeans and a black T-shirt. His chest hair fluffed over the top.
"Then you'd better leave. I'm trying to get some work done here. Close the door on your way out."
Joey stared at her tensely. "Me and Ronnie thought we'd keep you company for a while. We figure you've been working too hard lately. Isn't that right, Ron?"
Ron snickered nervously. He took a step forward, came up alongside Joey. The two of them were right in front of her desk. They watched her closely, their eyes flicking all over her. They made no attempt to leave. They were very still and solid there in front of her.
"What's this all about? If you want something, say so. Maybe I can help you find it."
"Oh you can help us find it all right," Joey said. "You got what we're looking for and you can sure help us find it."
Donna suddenly realized what had happened without them saying another word. It was all at once very clear to her. She imagined Dan Wells talking to his cronies after she'd sucked him off in her office. She imagined him describing in minute detail all of what had happened between them the previous "week. And she knew as well why they had come to her there in the deserted library.
There could be no other reason.
As if reading her mind, Joey unzipped his fly, wrangled his thick cock into the open, and flopped it down onto the desk as if he was submitting his most recent essay. Ron glanced at him then followed suit, heaving out a fat and heavy cock that bumped loudly on the desk. The twin cocks lay throbbing there on the desk.
"Very nice. You both have nice cocks. But what makes you think I'm interested?" she said. She tried to keep her voice light and playful, as if she wasn't at all shocked at what they had done. Her heart was pounding softly.
"Danny told us what a great cocksucker you are," Joey said. "He said you suck cock like a pro. We figured we'd come see if he was telling the truth. He sometimes exaggerates, you know?"
Donna stood up, her legs a little wobbly.
Just how do I get myself into these situations? she wondered briefly. She came around the desk toward them and they turned to face her, their cocks heaving up off the desk and thrusting out from their pants. She stood facing them, a few feet away. She glanced at their cocks quickly then stared into their faces.
"And why should I do anything for you boys? What's the deal?" she muttered. She glanced from one to the other as calmly as she could. She tried hard to control her breathing.
"You sucked off a student. If old Vickers was to find out about that, you'd be in a lot of trouble. We'd never tell, of course. What do you think we are?"
"I know exactly what you are. You're a couple of--"
"Just be nice, that's all we're asking," Joey put in reasonably. He stepped toward her, grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his growing cock, just the way Dan Wells had done in her office. He gripped his free hand to her shoulder, pressed her down ever so slowly. She sank to the floor between the two of them.
There really was no way around it, she thought as she was lowered to the carpet. By sucking off Wells, she had put herself in a very dangerous position. If she didn't oblige these boys, there was no telling what kind of trouble they might get her into. She was screwed regardless.
"That's it, that's better," Joey soothed. "Just a pleasant little blowjob is all we're asking. That's not too much to expect now, is it?"
She was on her knees now between them, and she reached up her free hand to clutch at Ronnie's cock as well. She stared up at them briefly while she squeezed their cocks, as if mulling over what she wanted to say to them. There was a strange smile on her lips when she finally spoke.
"I don't believe you assholes. I don't think you have the guts to tell old Vickers anything," she said. "I'm doing this because I want to, because I like to suck cock. I'm not scared of you guys." Her eyes flicked over their faces before she dipped her head down again.
"Sure. Whatever you say," Joey soothed. "Just get on with the job and--ooooooh!"
Donna had licked his cockhead and had shoved his prick quickly between her soft wet lips. She began sucking expertly, forcing her mouth up and down on his growing cockshaft. Her tongue circled the prickhead and flicked every which way. Her fist pumped the base of the cock with perfectly timed strokes. Her other hand worked up and down on Ronnie's thickening prick.
"She's doing it! She's sucking your cock!"
Ronnie marveled. He stepped closer to Donna, and his damp cockhead poked her smooth cheek.
"She likes it, didn't you hear her?" Joey grunted. "The teacher loves to suck cock. Danny was telling the truth."
Donna sucked his cock for maybe another minute, twisting and pumping his prick in her fist and feeling the power flow into his cockshaft. Then without warning she lifted her mouth up off him, swung over to Ronnie's fat cock, stuffed its purple head into her mouth quickly. She sucked him the same way she had worked on Joey, but she felt the power flow into this cock much more quickly. Ronnie's cock seemed to surge higher in her fist.
"Fuck, look at her go! Look at her!" Ronnie wheezed.
"I see it. I see," Joey mumbled, staring down at Donna's cock-stuffed face.
Donna sucked and sucked and sucked, moving between the cocks quickly and effortlessly. In no time at all both cocks were jutting up through her fists like great thick clubs. Her mouth made lewd wet squeaking sounds on them. Her lip gloss was soon smeared up the entire length of each cockshaft.
And while she sucked the two young men set about opening their pants more fully, dropping them to the floor. While her mouth was wrapped around one prick, her fist pumped the other cock steadily. She never stopped working, sucking, teasing. The cocks swelled up hugely.
At one point, she glanced up at both of them swiftly. Then she dipped her head below one cock, then below the other, her tongue flicking out to lick first one set of dangling balls, then the second. She tugged the cocks up high in her fists, twisted her face from side to side. Soon both sets of balls were glistening with the wetness of her mouth.
"Jesus Christ! She's licking our balls! I bet she never did that for Danny!" Ronnie croaked. He was as excited as a little boy.
"And something else he never got to do was fuck her," Joey put in. "What do you say, teach? You ready for a nice hard cock up that sweet little pussy of yours?"
Joey didn't wait for an answer. He gripped Donna by the shoulders, raised her up off her knees, turned her around in front of him. Then he was pressing her down, bending her back over the desk, draping her across it as gently as he could. She didn't resist. She let him do as he liked. She retained a hold on his cock but was forced to let go of Ronnie's.
"You going to fuck her?" Ronnie asked woodenly. His cock swayed out in front of him like a steel bar.
Joey didn't speak. He moved around the desk, gripping Donna's flailing legs. He tugged her toward him, forced her dress up over her waist. He grabbed a handful of her panties and hauled them down in one fluid motion. He tossed them to the floor quickly, moved between her legs, and poked his thick cock about in her crotch.
"Yes, oh yes," Donna murmured softly, watching him.
She spread her legs wide, wrapped them around his haunches, drew his ass in toward her. She felt the poking of his cockhead against her damp cunt then the harsh digging of the cockhead inside her.
"You're fucking her! You're fucking her!" Ronnie wailed, cheering them on from the sidelines. He watched Donna's body jerk back and forth now as Joey fucked into her again and again.
"You're real observant, Ron. I can tell now why I brought you along on this gig. I needed you to tell me what I was doing."
There was no telling how long Ronnie would have stood there, watching them, his cock a thick blunt club in his hand. But suddenly Donna reached out her hand, taking Ronnie's cock from him, tugging him toward her. She bent her head on the desk, watched his cock loom up, opened her mouth and sucked his cock head inside without hesitation. She began to suck him, tickling his cock tip with her tongue.
"She's sucking me! She's fucking you and sucking me off at the same time!" Ronnie croaked. Over half his cock had now disappeared inside Donna's amazing mouth.
"Ron, will you just shut up for a while?" Joey urged. "Just fuck her face, will you? We can do without the fucking running commentary." He rammed back and forth wildly now, burying his cock to the hilt in Donna's quaking cunt.
Then he reached up, grabbed the top of Donna's loosened dress. He pulled down, and her lovely wobbling tits came into view, heaving on her chest. The nipples stuck up high, at a slight angle, like horns. Her belly heaved under the tangled roll of her dress.
For the first time Donna tried to imagine what this lewd scene must look like. It was beyond her wildest, craziest dreams. Here she was, naked but for the tangled roll of dress around her waist, draped across a desk in the school library while two horny young men fed her their thick swollen cocks. A cock up her cunt and a cock in her mouth, at the same time. Her heart pounded at the thought.
"You want a piece of this? You wanna fuck her for a while?" Joey grunted, rolling one of her tits in his hand. His fucking motions had slowed up some, as if he felt he was approaching his climax a little faster than he'd like.
"Sure," Ronnie wheezed. "I'd like that."
Quickly, the two of them changed places, each one hauling his cock from Donna and letting it sway in the breeze, all slick and wet, while she waited patiently on the desk. In no time at all, Ronnie's cock was fucking back and forth in her cunt and Joey's was sliding in and out of her face. The whole switch had only taken seconds.
And for long quiet minutes the two of them fucked her, plowing inch after inch of their stone-hard cocks into her cunt and face. She wrapped her legs around Ronnie's ass, tugged on Joey's cock with her fingers. And she writhed and rolled on the desk in utter contentment. She felt used and dirty, but she felt wonderful at the same time. She felt like fucking was taking on a new dimension for her.
She had just begun to come, her cunt growing all wet and melty over Ronnie's fat code, when both men began to fuck her with wilder and wilder strokes. Then, with a smile of completion, she realized that they too were coming. They were firing off at the same time inside her. They felt like two hoses going off together.
"Nnnnnpn!" Ronnie grunted, gritting his teeth. His cock twitched inside Donna's cunt, belched out a fat wad of cum that sizzled her insides. He humped her crazily, drilling his cock into her as he spurted.
Joey didn't make a sound. The only noise came from his cock, which seemed to explode wetly inside Donna's mouth. She gasped silently, rolled her eyes up to him, and began swallowing great hot gouts of steaming cum, siphoning them down to her belly in heavy drafts. Her mouth filled up with cum. She swallowed. Her mouth filled up with jizz all over again.
Ronnie heaved forward, fucking his cock to the hilt up her cunt, and another hot jet of spunk sprang free, coating her insides, whitewashing the walls of her cunt. He drew back, seemed to pause an instant, then fucked back into her. Another giant knot of cum blasted up into her pussy.
Donna was gurgling on Joey's cock, sucking down as much of his cock slime as she could but also letting a great deal slop from her tilted lips. Strands of jizz seeped from her mouth, ran down her face, and plopped to the desk. Her neck bobbed wildly as she gulped down glob after glob after glob.
On and on it went, with both men spurting out the steaming jizz and Donna absorbing as much as she was able. There were grunts and groans and the wet sound of sucking, but otherwise not much noise. It was as if they were all very much aware that this obscene orgy was going on in the school library.
Ronnie rammed forward one last time, spurted out a final thick wad of spunk. Then he pulled back his cock, let it tilt up over her belly, through the damp blonde curls of her pubic hair. He heaved back and forth more gently, letting his cock drip strings of silver goop onto her lower belly. It formed a small pool there, like icing.
And Donna gulped and gasped until Joey's cock was no longer spurting. She continued swallowing, clearing out the goop from her mouth. And at last she could feel nothing but a trickle seeping from his cock tip. He eased his cock back and forth between her lips, slowly, and pulled his prick free when he could stand her sucking mouth no longer. He laid his prick across her mouth, sawed it back and forth casually, and let her lick his cock with her tongue.
And Ronnie moved off from between her legs finally. He came up along the other side of the desk, facing Joey, and he almost butted his cock up against his friend's. Together they sawed back and forth, their cocks moving in sequence. Donna held her mouth open and tickled the undersides with her tongue. She watched the cocks slide back and forth with rolling eyes.
"She did it. She did us both," Ronnie muttered, his voice thick. "I never thought she would've. I never thought she would have done us both at the same time."
Joey sawed his cock back and forth, watched his white cum roll down her cheek to her chin. "Yeah, she's a hot one," he murmured. "Danny was right about that. The little lady's as hot as they come."
"Did you think she'd do the both of us though? Did you really?" Ronnie persisted. He stared across at Joey as if Donna wasn't even there.
"I figured she would. Why you think I let you come along? I knew she would do us both," Joey said. He let his cock slip off Donna's mouth and began smearing his cum around and around on her cheek.
She looked up at him, smiling.
CHAPTER SIX
Mr. Gibbon was the vice-principal of the school. He was young, and not bad-looking, but he had a reputation for being stern and dull. The other teachers tended to make fun of him behind his back. Donna had to admit she'd never seen him smile while she'd been at the school, but she wondered how much of his unpopularity was due to the fact that he'd been promoted so fast, over the heads of several older teachers.
She'd never spoken to him herself, never had any dealings with him at all, in fact. And she was very surprised one afternoon when he stopped her in the hall and asked her to see him in his office after classes. Her first thought was that someone had snitched on her, spied on her while she was fucking in the library maybe, then told Mr. Gibbon on her. When she entered his office she didn't know quite what to expect.
But he was very nice to her. He didn't smile, of course, and her few pleasantries seemed to go over his head. But he did express his concern over how she was settling into the school and whether or not she was having any problems. He appeared a little ill at ease around her, she noticed, as if he wasn't used to having beautiful young teachers in his office. She wasn't sure, but she thought he was shy.
He asked her if any of the boys in school had been bothering her, and she looked at him closely and blushed, wondering if he really did know about her wild session in the library. Just what was he getting at? Why would he ask her something like that if he hadn't heard or seen something? Was all this pleasantness just a softening up? Was he maybe planning on firing her or something? It was hard to tell.
"We have some pretty rough boys in the school," he went on reasonably, watching her across his desk.; "Some of them are, no doubt, almost as old as you are. They may well look on you as someone they can... well, you know... tamper with."
"Tamper with?" Donna almost smiled. It was funny, she thought, but he appeared more uncomfortable than she was. He shifted a little in his seat and cleared his throat.
"Yes. You know. You're a very attractive young woman. Some boys might want to... "
"Have sex with me?" she filled in for him. She smiled warmly across the desk at him. Her wet mouth shone sexily.
"Yes. They might want to... take advantage."
This time Donna laughed softly. She stood up, stepped to one side of his desk, stared down at him with her eyes sparkling. Her lovely tits jiggled inside her dress as she moved. Her blonde hair was tied very stylishly to one side of her head. She looked very relaxed and confident.
"Mr. Gibbon, I can take care of myself," she purred. "Maybe you should be warning the boys about me. Sexual harassment can work both ways, you know."
Gibbon couldn't tell if she was joking or not. He stared at her, deeply impressed. His eyes drifted down the front of her dress, over the lush twin bulges of her big tits. He stared at her wet red mouth, her blue eyes, her bright blonde hair swept so severely to one side. He didn't say anything. He seemed to be deep in thought.
"Why did you really ask me here today?" she asked him, her eyes teasing. "Was it really to warn me about rough boys?"
Again he cleared his throat. "Not really," he croaked. "I just wanted to... talk to you."
"And to stare at my tits? Admit it. Didn't you want to examine me more closely?"
He began to protest. His mouth opened and his eyes widened. But he said nothing. He simply stared at her tits some more, more relaxed now that he'd been found out. He leaned forward a little in his chair, let his eyes roam freely over her. He held a pen tightly in one hand and for one weird second Donna thought he was about to start making notes on the pad in front of him.
"Would you like to see them?" she asked, amazed at her own daring. "Don't be scared to admit it. Most men seem to find them fascinating."
"Yes," he grunted, his voice hoarse. His knuckles had grown white around his pen. He was glaring at her tensely.
Donna smiled at him curiously, hesitated a second, then began to unbutton her dress down the front. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course, and the lush pale inner swells of her tits soon wobbled into view. She unbuttoned the dress all the way down to her navel, leaned forward slightly, and let her big beautiful tits shimmy free like two over-inflated balloons.
"Well?" she wondered, straightening up and studying his reaction. She had her hands on her hips, and her big tits stuck out proudly from her chest, the nipples long and nut-brown and mouth-watering.
"My God," he groaned, his eyes big and round. "They're beautiful. I've never seen anything like them. My God."
"Well, thank you," she murmured, blushing. "Is that all you want to see? Is that enough?" She held her hands on the buttons at her navel again, as if she was about to do up her dress any second.
"No, please... " he muttered. "Go on. Don't stop. You're beautiful."
Donna smiled at him warmly. She was really beginning to enjoy herself. This was stern, humorless Mr. Gibbon, showing a human side at last. She was pleased at the effect she seemed to be having on him. He glared at her in amazement, as if he couldn't believe just how lovely she was. Donna began to wonder just how much experience he had had with women: He wasn't married, she knew that much.
Slowly, with teasing looks at him, she continued to loosen the buttons of her dress. Soon an ice-blue strip of panty came into view, and she had the dress open all the way. She swept the two dress halves back behind her and stood proudly in front of him, virtually naked except for the blue triangle of sheer panty. Through the near transparent material he could see the outline of her cunt-bush clearly.
"My God. My God. My God," he muttered.
"You like? You think I'm pretty?" she purred, enjoying the game she was playing. She glanced down at her nipples, noticed how stiff they were growing. They stuck up like bullets off their soft pink circles.
"Take them off. Please take off your panties," he croaked. He sat quite still in his chair, making no move to reach out and touch her.
With a sly smile, Donna turned slightly and curved her back toward him. She leaned down over the side of his desk, and the open dress fell down on the far side of her, allowing him a full view of her back and her ass packed into the ice-blue panties. Her big tits swayed down heavily, dangled beneath her like swollen fruit.
"You really are naughty. I shouldn't be doing this for you," she teased,. And she hooked her fingers into her tight panties, forced them ever so slowly down off her ass and over her brown slender thighs. Her gorgeous trim little ass came into view.
"Oh God. Oh God," he moaned. He stared at her tight little ass cheeks, her perfect and slender thighs. She had a perfect body. There wasn't an ounce of excess meat on her.
"Now, you've got me all naked and excited. That's not really fair, is it? What are you going to do about it?" she teased. Her voice had taken on a pouting, little-girl tone. She gazed back at him over her shoulder, her blonde ringlets framing her lovely face.
Gibbon didn't appear about to do anything about it. He simply stared at her, his tongue damn near hanging out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes widened even more as she turned around to face him, stepped from her panties, and let him see the glorious tufted mound of her cunt for the first time. Then he made a sound in his throat that sounded pretty close to a whimper.
"I mean, you get a girl all naked and excited, and you can't just leave it at that, can you? It's not nice to leave a girl hot and frustrated." She stepped toward him slowly, her magnificent body rippling with life. Her belly was flat and brown above the curling triangle of her crotch. Her big tits joggled on her chest.
His head raised as she moved closer, and bit by bit he tilted back, raised himself from a slouch over his desk, sat upright and stiff in his chair. Eventually, when she was standing right in front of him, between his outstretched legs, he fell back into the chair and made it creak noisily. His eyes shifted from her cunt-bush to her tits to her face and back again.
"I've shown you what I've got to offer. Now it's your turn," she went on in the same teasing, little girl tone. "Let's see what you've got in here. Any surprises?"
Her fingers were in his crotch, fumbling with his belt and his fly. He didn't resist, and in seconds she had the half-hard shaft of his cock tilted across her palm. She closed her fingers, squeezed gently and began to pump evenly, expertly. Her eyes drifted from his cock to his face and back again. He was watching her hand fly up and down in his crotch.
"You're getting hard. You must like what you see, huh?" she cooed. Her free hand wriggled into his open pants and scooped beneath the velvet pouch of his balls. She cupped them, squeezed them gently. She heard him moan deep in his throat.
His cock was growing rapidly in her fist. His prick was thickening, growing fatter and stiffer, and his cockshaft jutted out from her fingers now like a hunk of pipe. Her hand made soft little flapping noises as she worked it up and down between his legs. He gazed down into his lap helplessly, as if amazed that the reddened, bloated cock belonged to him.
"Doesn't that feel nice? Isn't my hand nice on your cock?" she queried, as if she was addressing a little boy. His prick jutted up from his crotch in a long stony curve.
Suddenly she stopped jerking on him and scrambled to her knees between his outspread legs. She still gripped his cock solidly, but now, while she stared up into his face, she also began rubbing the cockhead into her tits. She leaned forward, letting her big jugs sway out in front of her. And she steered his cock from side to side, scraping her hard brown nipples.
"Oh God. Oh God," he croaked, watching her every move. Her nipples were as hot and hard as bullets against his stiff cock. And as if that wasn't enough, her free hand was delving deep under his balls, squeezing them, teasing them, milking the jizz up from deep inside him.
"That feel nice? My titties feel good on your big hard naughty cock?" she purred. She let one tit swing free and moved the other over against his cock. She smeared his cockhead around and around the dimpled circle surrounding her nipple. And while she did so a fat pearl of clear cock-juice seeped free, smudged above the stiff stub of the nipple. It drooled down, slid down the underside of her lush tit.
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned, his mind reeling. He'd lost all sense of what time it was, or how this crazy situation had developed. He wasn't sure where he was any longer.
"You want to fuck me? You want to stuff that big naughty cock into me and fill me full of jizz?" she crooned, her big blue eyes fixed on his face. "I bet you do. I shouldn't let you, but if you insist."
Donna raised herself up off her haunches, letting her tits dangle free but keeping a close grip on his soaring cock. She lifted one leg, swung it over him, gained some kind of foothold on the edge of his chair. Then, hooking her free hand onto the back of the chair, she raised her other leg, hauled herself up till she was straddling him, squatting over him with the red spike of his prick sticking up below her.
"Ohhhhhh," he wheezed. He didn't do a thing to help her. He clung to the arms of his chair helplessly.
"I shouldn't be letting you do this to me. I really shouldn't," she protested, and she gazed down between her legs in search of his looming cock. Her dress hung down uselessly behind her, leaving her virtually naked. Her tits swayed out from her chest as she bent forward.
Her fist steered his cock this way and that beneath her. She shifted from left to right, back and forth. Finally she sighed deeply and raised her head to gaze into his eyes. She had managed to slot his cockhead between the fat puffy lips of her cunt. She drifted from side to side gingerly, getting used to the feel of the intrusion. Then she sank slowly but surely downwards, embedding his cock inside her.
"Oh, you naughty boy, taking advantage of a girl like this. Oh, you naughty, naughty boy," she complained. She spoke with a deep, satisfied sigh as the bulk of his cock fucked its way into her soft wet cunthole. Inch by inch, his prickshaft disappeared under the tufted V of her cunt hair.
"Oh God! Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. His face was inches from hers and he glared into her eyes.
She settled softly into his lap, his cock fucked to the hilt up her greasy cunt. And, for a second or two, they were perfectly still, staring into each other's eyes as if they were in the middle of some weird dance. Then, all at once, she cranked into action. She began fucking up and down on his cock with wild, crazy movements, sticking herself again and again on the blazing hard staff of his cock.
"You're fucking me! You evil man! You're fucking your big thick cock in and out of me!" she cried, and she joggled up and down on top of him, fucking her lush cunt up and down on his cockshaft. Her big tits wobbled and shimmied against him, the nipples scraping the front of his shirt.
Gibbon sat rigid in his chair and tried to keep them both balanced. The chair creaked and croaked beneath them. She was wild on top of him, as if she'd completely lost control. She bucked up and down on him with shifts to the left and right. He was finally forced to let go the arms of his chair and grip her around her slender waist.
"Suck my tits! Suck 'em!" she croaked at one point. Then she raised one big tit with her hand, stuffing it into his face, cramming the nipple between his grasping lips. His mouth closed on the rigid stub, and he began to suck obediently.
Donna began to pant and groan, to make crazy lewd sounds deep in her throat. Up and down she bucked, her hair bouncing. And not once did she lose her rhythm, though the fucking went on minute after minute after minute. Her legs were scissored on either side of her. She never let up in her steady fuck-motions.
She buried his cock inside her again and again and again.
It might have gone on much longer. They would have fucked the late afternoon and evening away there in his roomy office, but Gibbon could not keep control of himself. The whole wild experience was too much for him. His hands slid down to her ass cheeks.
He grunted wetly into her tit. And suddenly his balls began to explode. His cock trembled, and jet after jet of hot cock-cream burst into her.
"You're coming! Ohhh, you naughty man, you're coming!" Donna wheezed, as if this was the last thing she expected. "You're shooting inside me! I can feel it!"
Gibbon groaned, his mouth locked onto one inch-long nipple. And his cock twitched again and again and again, spurting out steady gushing jets of spunk up her quaking cunt. The jets sprang out quickly, in rapid succession, as she fucked up and down on him. He felt the jets fly from him as his balls recoiled. He clung to her ass. sucked on her tit, and fired off wad after wad of steaming cock-cream into her.
"Hot cum! Hot cum up my cunt! Oh fuck!" she grunted, driving herself up and down. "Spurt it! Spurt it all inside me! I love it! I fucking love cum!"
The wet squelching noises grew louder as fat knots of jizz slithered down from Donna's cunt. Her pussy was soon clogged with great thick wads of jism, and the hot fluid drooled down, slipped from between her cuntlips, oozed down the ugly shaft of his cock like wax down a candle. Silver strings of cum dribbled into his pants, over his balls. There seemed just no end to the stuff.
"You naughty man! You naughty man!" Donna groaned, her eyes clenched shut with lust.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Gibbon groaned, his crotch awash with his own cum.
His cock spurted again, shooting a long hot jet of fuck cream far into her cunt. In no time, the jet had slid back down her cunt walls, and cum slopped down his cockshaft and hung from her cuntlips like thick webs of grease. The hot silver jizz stuck their fuck parts together like glue.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning Donna stood completely naked in front of her full-length bedroom mirror. She examined herself, tried to see if she looked any different after two weeks of non-stop sex. She thought maybe she would look older, somehow, more experienced, tougher. There should at least be dark circles under her eyes, she figured. Surely a girl couldn't live the kind of life she was without paying some price.
But there were no circles. There wasn't the slightest hint of any ill-effect in her gorgeous young face. If anything, she looked younger, fresher, more full of life. Her eyes were a clear bright blue, her blonde hair shone with a light glow. Her smile was fresh and warm, the full wet lips drawing back off her even white teeth. Her complexion was clear and perfect.
She still had the face of a young teenager, she realized, grinning at her reflection. But her body was full and womanly, with rich curves and a healthy, well-fucked sheen. She ran her hands up her golden belly, hefted her tits in her palms, then let them settle back onto her chest. They swelled up perfectly off her rib cage, the nipples jutting high and proud off their puffy pink circles. Her tits separated slightly and trembled with health.
Her hands skimmed down her belly, past her navel, over the tops of her thighs. It was amazing, she mused, how clean and fresh her body looked after she had had so much cum shot into her and over her the last few days. Anyone looking at her for the first time might easily have taken her for a fresh young virgin. They wouldn't know that she had fucked and sucked seven men in almost as many days, two of them at the same time.
No, the only change in her was definitely for the better, and it was slight. The real changes had gone on inside her, in her head. She was no longer a shy little girl. She was a woman, fully in touch with her needs and desires. She was a woman who loved men, who craved cock, and who wasn't scared to admit her desires to herself anymore. She was happy with herself. She was confident and secure.
She reached for an item off her dresser, looped it round her waist and fastened it. It was a black elastic garter belt, with four long snaky tassels dangling down her thighs. It was beautifully embroidered with black flowered lace and had a red bow sewn to its front strap. It stretched tight across her flat brown belly, and the front suspenders framed her fluffy cunt perfectly.
She sat on the edge of her bed, reached for a pair of sheer black stockings, and one by one, drew them up her slender brown thighs. She hitched the stocking tops to her garters, stood up, examined herself all over again in her mirror. She shifted from side to side, enjoying the way the elastic garters had to stretch along her thighs. She touched the dark rings of material around the tops of the stockings and adjusted them slightly.
"God, how sexy," she sighed, genuinely impressed. She had bought the underthings a few days back, almost as a joke. But now she was really glad she had. They made her feel so lewd, so, horny. Her heart began to pound softly.
She moved about in front of the mirror, watching the garters loosen and stretch. Then she jumped onto her bed and, still watching herself in the glass, began posing and pouting at herself like a model in a men's magazine. She crawled about on her hands and knees, studied the way her black garters stretched across her ass and upper thighs. She watched her tits dangle heavily below her, the stiff nipples scratching the coverlet.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned to herself, her excitement growing. And suddenly she was on her back, her tits separating on her chest, her fingers prying open the pulpy slabs of her cuntlips. She stared into the mirror, studied the pink flesh of her cunt as she cranked her pussy meat into the open. Her black-stockinged legs hooked up and spread wide.
She began to play with herself, poking her fingers into her cunt and diddling the button of her clit this way and that. The soggy inner flaps of her cunt oozed out into the open, grew, expanded like some weird plant. An oily fluid began to flow down her cunt walls, making the pink flesh shine and soiling her fingers. She began to moan softly there on the bed. A soft melty feeling started growing inside her.
Suddenly she stopped. She remained still on the bed, her heart pounding. She wanted a man. She needed a cock. What could she do to get one in the shortest possible time? Quickly she writhed off the bed, fumbled in her closet, and hauled a thin summer dress on over her garter belt and stockings. She slipped on a pair of light shoes, grabbed her keys, and headed out into the apartment hallway. She knocked on Daryl's door, just across the way.
It was still very early. The hallway was deserted and there was barely a sound in the whole building. There was no noise at all in Daryl's apartment, and after two or three knocks she gave up and scooted down the hall, meaning to rush up to Terry's place on the floor above. But at the end of the hall she happened to glance through the window overlooking the street. She bounded downstairs, burst through the front entrance of the building, and dashed to the road.
Creeping along the street was a car Donna recognized. It was the same vehicle that had screeched to a halt the other morning when she'd been jogging. She hoped the driver would be just as impressed with her today. She rushed forward, the cool morning air drifting up her legs to fluff her naked pussy. She waved to the car and it lurched to a stop.
"Is anything wrong? Are you all right?" the driver called to her through his open window. He was a middle-aged man in a business suit. He wore glasses and had thinning hair.
"This is an emergency. I wonder could you help me?" Donna panted. She dashed around the front of the car, cranked open the door, and clambered in beside him before he could say anything more. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed. Her big tits heaved up and down loosely inside her flimsy dress.
"Where to? What's the matter? You want the hospital?" the driver enquired, his eyes roaming over her hungrily. He was concerned for her, but he couldn't disguise his interest in her lovely body.
"In here, into this underground parking lot. Quickly, I need a fuck real bad," she panted.
"Into the underground? You need what?" he gasped.
"A fuck. A fuck. I need a cock bulling inside me more than I can tell you. Just drive under there, will you please?"
There was a squeal of rubber as he gunned the car forward, then swerved to the right and down into an open underground lot. The car swept down past all the occupied spots and on around to an even lower level, the tires whining on the corners. Then he was rolling into a vacant slot, slipping the car into neutral and switching it off. He turned in his seat to stare at her, then hooked his arm over the back of the seat.
He didn't have time to say a word. She was on him, in his arms, her mouth on his and her hand in his crotch. She was feeling him, fondling his cock and balls through his slacks, rubbing her fingers up and down on his prick-shaft. And she was whimpering deep in her throat, almost as if she was in pain.
"I need a fuck real bad. I need your cock," she gasped, breaking off her tongue-teasing kiss. "Will you fuck me? Will you please?"
"Well I... it's early in the morning... " he muttered helplessly. His cock had doubled in size in the past few seconds and now his prick was growing even longer and thicker as they spoke.
"I'm so horny, I don't know what's the matter with me," she panted.
She unzipped him, drawing open his pants, hauling out the front of his shorts with her fingers and reaching inside for the swelling bulk of his cock. Once she found his cock, she squeezed tightly and began pumping his prick in her fist.
"Who are you? What do you... ohhhh!" he groaned. She had sunk her face into his lap, and the soft wet touch of her mouth was all over his reddened cockhead.
With much snorting and gasping, she began to suck him off while still priming his lower cock with her fist. His prick inflated rapidly, and his cock now soared up through her fist like a pole of salami. Her mouth sank down on his cock again and again, and her tongue curled from side to side and tickled his prick-shaft and the piss slit at its tip.
"Oh, little girl! Oh, little girl!" he groaned. His hand crept into her blonde curls, fondling her head tenderly.
His cock was swelling hugely in her fist and mouth. In no time at all she had to back up off the shaft of his prick because the cockhead was blocking off her throat. Her lips were soon sealed tight around the bloated prick. The cock throbbed and trembled. A fat blue vein in its side felt to Donna as though it was about to burst.
"Are you ready to fuck me? Are you ready?" she cooed, raising her mouth up off his cock altogether. She stared up at him with her blue eyes wide. Her mouth was open and wet. "I need you inside me, I really do!"
She straightened up, heaving over onto her back, settling her pretty blonde head over by the passenger door. She stared at him anxiously as she plucked at her dress with her fingers, hauling it up slowly over her black-stockinged thighs and beyond. She didn't let go of the dress till she had it rumpled into a roll around her waist. Then she immediately set about slipping the straps off her shoulders to free her tits.
"Jesus Christ, you're wearing a garter belt and stockings, just like in the dirty movies!" he croaked, gazing into the tufted bush of her cunt as it brazened out toward him from between the black snaky straps of her suspenders. "And no panties! No fucking panties!"
"That's right, big boy. And now how about doing the same for me? How about taking off your pants and giving me that hot hunk of cock?"
She had freed her tits from the top of her dress, and now, when she uncrossed her arms, her big tits wobbled naked on her chest, the nipples jutting up well over half an inch high off their puffy rings. Her dress was a tangled roll around her rib cage. Her golden belly rippled and heaved as she waited.
"Jesus Christ. Who's going to believe this? Jesus Christ," he mumbled, and he peeled off his jacket, tossed it onto the back seat, and set about shoving his pants and shorts to his knees. His cock got tangled up in his shorts, and there was a great deal of cursing and grunting. But finally he was on his knees between her spread legs, crouching on the front seat with his cock jutting up from his crotch.
Her cunt was already half open. Its inner lips had cranked out into the open, forming a lewd rubbery mouth below the hooded button of her clit. Her fingers gripped the pulpy outer lips of her cunt, pried them wide apart. Her pussy looked ready to turn inside out for him. He leaned down, cock in hand, and slotted his prickhead onto her pussy.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned, and her ass lifted up off the car seat as she tried to impale herself on his probing cock. Her tits wobbled back a fraction as she arched her back high. She gazed down between them at him, her face glistening slightly, framed by the swaths of lovely platinum hair.
"I don't believe this. Holy Christ," he mumbled on. His cockhead disappeared between her rubbery cuntlips, and he pressed forward, shoving an inch, two inches, three inches of bone-hard cock into her pussy.
She was whimpering and moaning, arching her back high, forcing her gaping cunt over his granite prick. She held her position, kept her back arched high off the car seat, even when four, five, six inches of cock meat had fucked into her, even after he gave one last heave and buried the last couple of inches up her cunt. She gazed into his face, her eyes flashing.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Rip me in half!" she grunted. And she held her thighs open, braced herself against his soon-to-start thrusts. Her navel winked at him. Her big tits heaved.
"Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ," he croaked. Then he began fucking her, feeding her long lengths of hard cock that sent shivers up her body. Her blonde head tapped softly against the car door as he set up a steady, regular fucking rhythm.
"Yes! Oh yes! Like that!" she purred, her lips peeling back off her teeth in a near snarl. She felt so full, so bloated with cock. The rich melty feeling in her belly returned and grew. Soon after he shoved his cock into her, she began to come, again and again and again.
"What a hot little bitch! What a hot, cock-teasing little cunt!" he wheezed, his ass flexing as he fucked her deep. "I've been watching you for weeks, you jogging by every morning with your ass and tits hanging out of that tiny little costume. You any idea how many times I've jacked off, thinking about that hot little ass of yours, that sweet little cunt?"
Donna glared up at him, snarling, her tits wobbling as he fucked into her again and again. She loved this. She just loved it, to have a big hot cock fucking in and out of her cunt while some guy she didn't even know swore at her and called her names. This was her idea of heaven. It was the kind of thing she dreamed about now. the kind of thing she had longed for.
"I never thought I'd get you. I never thought you'd even look at me," he went on, his glasses sliding down his nose. "You were just a hot, cock-teasing slut, I figured. You were just a bitch, a cunt, a slut."
Donna moaned with lust, heaving her split legs at him again and again. She felt like his prick was fucking into her belly somewhere, drilling her, splitting her in half. His thrusts were ramming her up against the door. He was fucking her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. She came again and again, her crotch melting over the hot fucking spike of his cock. Her eyes drooped, half closed. She bit into her bottom lip.
"And now I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna spurt all my hot jizz up your sweet cock-teasing cunt! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned.
"Yes! Do it to me! Spurt it deep up my cunt! Shoot me full of it! Spunk up my pussy! Spurt it! Spurt it!"
She held herself still now, her back still arched, her whole body braced against him as he fucked into her. She gazed at him from under her hooded eyes, curious as to when he would let go and begin filling her with cum. So many men had come inside her lately. There had been so much jizz. But she would never get tired of it. She still found the idea of a man spurting cum immensely exciting.
"Take it! Take it all, bitch! Suck up my spunk!" he grunted. And he lunged forward one more time, fucking his cock to the hilt in her soggy, quaking cunt.
A monstrous wad of spunk burst free inside her, exploding up her cunt like lava. She swore she could feel the glob ricocheting around up her cunt like a bearing in a pinball machine. But this ball was wet and hot and sticky. And it clung to her cunt walls, sloshed about and greased her cunthole so his cock could fuck back and forth like an oiled piston. His prick gleamed whitely when he pulled his cock into the open.
"So much cum! So much!" she moaned as she felt another giant knot of prick slime burst free, flood her insides hotly. "Give it to me! Spurt it! Spurt it!"
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he croaked. He fucked back and forth inside her, jetting out sizzling hot globs of cock-cream. His prick squelched back and forth, sluiced through all the sticky jizz. And he spurted again and again and again.
Finally he could no longer take the hot sucking vise of her cunt. He withdrew all the way and slid his cock out over the furry damp mound of her pussy hair. And as the two of them watched, his cock shot out one last monster ribbon of cum. The silver jet bounced over her belly, soiling the taut black strap of her garter belt. It skidded up over her angled body, over her hollowed rib cage. And it bounced off the inside of one tit and sprayed into the hollow of her neck.
"Hot bitch! Hot, sleazy, cock-teasing slut!" he moaned. And he watched as the thick ribbon of silver cum split into several smaller streams and dribbled off across her golden skin. His cock dripped slime into her cunt hair.
"Thanks for the fuck. Thanks so much for your big hard cock," Donna whispered dreamily, finally settling her ass back onto the car seat. The cum gleamed on her brown body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The last class of the day was over. Donna sat in the cramped cubicle of her office, freshly showered after the day's exertions, her blonde hair damp and curled into tiny ringlets. She was leaning on her desk, deep in thought, her black-stockinged legs crossed and a slice of upper thigh showing beneath her light print dress. She couldn't bring herself to leave the school and head home just yet. She was restless.
It had been a busy day, hectic and crazy, but she had enjoyed every minute of it. Several of her classes had been tough, but she had risen to the occasion and handled them with little extra effort. Her newfound confidence was having a real effect. Teaching was becoming easier for her. She worried less. Her life in general, in fact, was much pleasanter, much easier to cope with.
She glanced at her watch, stood up, paced back and forth across the room several times. Then, very casually, as if she was just killing time, she wandered out into the hall, through the girls' locker room, and on into the gym. She strode about on the hardwood floor for a while, listening to the echo of her own footsteps. She cocked her ear, then smiled to herself as she began to listen to something else.
From the boys' locker room next door came the muffled noise of male voices, laughing, jeering, having fun. As she stepped closer to the sound, she heard the soft hissing of shower water also. She left the gym, strolled up the hallway toward the boys' locker room. The voices grew louder, and so did the pounding in her chest.
She didn't think about what she was doing. She didn't think about anything at all. She moved up the hall by instinct, as if she was dreaming. And she didn't hesitate. The sound of hissing water and laughing voices drew closer, until she was in the small area just outside the showers themselves. A crude wooden bench ran down the center of the room. Towels and discarded shorts and sweatshirts were draped about the walls.
She stood there for some time without moving further, listening to the crude, obscene voices and the splattering of shower water. Then she inched forward, tilted her head around a glass partition, and stared without embarrassment into the steamy hiss of the showers. Suddenly the voices stopped. There wasn't a sound but for the splashing of the water.
There were three young men in the showers, all big, all muscular, and all watching her with dark, steady eyes. Their bodies were soaped up and foamy, the rich white lather slopping down their chests and bellies and thighs. They were hairy for their ages. Their chests and shoulders rippled with power. And each one of them had a cock like a horse.
Donna couldn't take her eyes off their crotches. Never had she seen cocks so thick, so fat, so long. They hung down between the men's legs like heavy brown tree branches. They swayed slightly from side to side as first one of the boys, then another shifted from foot to foot. She wondered for a second if they no had been jerking off, to have cocks so thick and huge. But she somehow knew they hadn't been.
The three of them stared at her with the same frank, curious gaze she was using on them. They didn't appear to be embarrassed either, just interested, alert. They made no attempt to cover up their cocks or balls. They just stood there, letting the shower water pound down over them, letting the hot soapy suds drain down their brown bodies.
"Well, want to join us, honey? Come on in," one of them smiled. If anyone of them recognized her as the girls' Physical Education teacher, he made no sign.
Donna watched them, saying nothing. But then she began slowly and deliberately unbuttoning the front of her dress. She let it slip from her shoulders, thrusting out her naked tits proudly. She slipped off her shoes and stood there in front of them, wearing nothing but her black garter belt and sheer black stockings. She stepped back from the edge of the showers and waited, her hands on her hips.
"Jesus Christ," one of the young men muttered.
The three of them glanced at one another and, without another word, stepped from the steaming shower stalls. They grabbed towels, dried themselves off quickly. Then, very gently, they surrounded her, barely touching her but standing so close that she could feel the steamy heat of their bodies.
"I want you, each one of you," she murmured huskily, glancing at each one of them in turn. "I want to suck your cocks, and I want each one of you to fuck me raw."
Her hands were creeping down, her fingers delicately touching the undersides of two of the big dangling cocks. She squeezed them gently, tickled them with her fingers, teased them with light, feathery touches. Then she was reaching for the third, squeezing quickly, making sure each one of them got his share of attention.
The three young men didn't argue. They stood around her, gazed over her lush girl-body, and used their hands delicately to fondle her, to touch her waist, her ass, her tits. They were so close to her that once in a while the head of a cock would scrape along her thigh or poke her softly in the tufted bush of her cunt.
Once again Donna wore no panties, just as she wore no bra. Beneath the light dress she had been naked but for the garter belt and stockings. She felt as though, along with her shyness, she had shed her unnecessary underclothes, and now she wore only what she had to. Or what made her feel sexy, like the lewd stockings and garter belt.
"I want to suck you off, all three of you! I want to take your cocks in my mouth and suck them raw," she murmured. And immediately she was slipping to the floor, falling to her knees on the hard concrete. The three young men stepped back a little, giving her all the room she might need.
Donna gazed from one cock to the next, unable to decide where to begin. The pricks were all so huge, and ugly, and even though up to now she had only touched them with her fingertips, they were already swelling more, twitching up into more solid poles of cock meat. Her heart pounded at the thrill of having too much cock to choose from.
"They're so big! So fucking big!" she whispered, her eyes wide. "And the balls! The balls are monstrous!"
The three men shifted around in front of her, and now she moved her hand from one cock to the next in turn, tilting them up one at a time so she could study the bloating cock-heads. They were so heavy. Her fingers could feel the heft of them. Her mouth watered, but she made no move yet to start sucking.
She traced her fingertips beneath the tilting cocks, over the dry, hairy pouches of their balls. She cupped each ball sac in turn, hefted it, weighed it, tried to measure the size and shape of each throbbing ball. And, all the time, the three cocks twitched higher, angling up in the air as they filled with blood and power. Thick, ugly veins appeared in each shaft, blue and wriggling.
"So beautiful! So lovely!" she moaned. At last she raised one bloated cock up on her fingers, dipped her head, and planted a soft wet kiss on the purple domed crown. There was a distinct groan from its owner.
Donna raised her head and smiled at him. But then she was tilting another cock up to her face, pursing her lips once more. She kissed this one too, and then the .third, as if she was introducing herself to each one formally. The veins grew thicker, bluer in the cockshafts. The cockheads seemed to turn a deeper shade of purple.
"So much cock! So much meat!" she crooned. And now each cock stuck out straight from its thick forest of crotch hair. Not a single one of them was less than nine inches long.
"You gonna suck 'em or what?" one of the young men grunted. His voice was hoarse and urgent. His cock throbbed in the air and angled itself higher by several degrees.
Again Donna smiled up at them, sweet and innocent, but teasing too. And then she was grabbing each cock in turn, raising the prick up toward its owner's belly as she dipped her head beneath and began working on each bloated sac of balls. Her tongue flicked out, her lips kissed and teased, and she chased each set of balls this way and that till she had them wet and glistening.
She was licking their balls, using her tongue to scrape and wash each swinging sac in turn. And when she had them all wet and tingling, she opened her mouth wide, plopped a ball between her lips, and sucked and teased it in her mouth like the ball was a big hunk of sweet candy. She went from man to man like this, sucking each one's balls in turn. And when she was through with that, she went back and used her mouth on the whole ball sac this time, tried to suck both balls between her lips on each try.
"Sonovabitch! Look at her go!" someone croaked.
"What a mouth! Oh fuck!" another groaned.
Donna made wet slurping sounds as she sucked and licked each set of balls. She had to shove the cocks out of the way each time she moved on, and they soared up now, big and thick and ugly. Each cock was the thickness of her arm, and the veins in the prickshafts throbbed and popped as if about to burst. The men grunted and groaned loudly.
"I love cocks! I love balls!" she wheezed, lifting her dripping mouth off one entire ball sac. "Oh fuck, this is great! I love all this!"
She started licking up the entire length of each cock in turn. Her fingers circled the pricks around their heads. She held them upright, and, with long wet scrapes of her tongue, she licked up from each set of balls to each swollen cock tip. She followed the ragged seams on the underside of the cocks, traced . them with her tongue. Her lips nipped and sucked at the meaty prickshafts as she went.
And at last she seemed satisfied that she had done all she could in preparation. She rolled her big blue eyes up to each of the young men in turn, took note of their strained, horny looks, then began to suck each cock in turn. She pursed her lips prettily in front of each cock first, ovaled her wet mouth, and sank down slowly, ever so gently on the blazing shaft of cock meat.
Her mouth licked down over each cockhead and along a couple of inches of meat, but that was as far as she could go in her present position. The cocks were just too big, too bulky and fat for her to suck down to the balls. With only the head and two inches of shaft inside her mouth, her face appeared about to split. Her cheeks ballooned obscenely, and her nostrils flared wide.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. Suck it real good," someone muttered.
"Eat it baby. Eat that meat," another croaked.
Donna began to jerk the cocks in her fists as she sucked them. She was on her knees still, and she could drive her mouth up and down on one cock, suck the prick into her face while she jacked up and down on the other two cocks with her hands. It was hard work, but she was in the mood. Her heart pounded at what she was doing, at the lewdness of the situation.
The men were growing restless. She could sense it in their cocks, in their thighs, in the shifting of their feet. Their cocks were stony hard now, fully erect and bloated. She only hoped they were nowhere near ready to spurt yet. She didn't want this to end. She didn't want to have to give up these three glorious, blazing cocks.
She paused to rest, to ease her aching jaw, to give the cocks a few seconds to cool off. But she didn't stop working on the three men. She moved to each one in turn, grasped his cock firmly in her fist, steered it around and around on her face with deep rubbing motions. The cockheads were slimy with pre-cum juice now, and, as she rubbed them into her face, the oily goo smudged off onto her cheeks and nose and forehead.
"Look at that! She's rubbing cock into her face! She fucking loves it!" one of the young men grunted. At that very second Donna had his cock gripped solidly in her fingers and was smudging the oozing head over her eyelids, painting them with clear cock fluid.
The men stepped closer to her, fascinated with what she was doing. For one weird moment, Donna had all three wet cocks rubbing into her face. While she steered one around herself, the other two men grabbed their own cocks and smeared them this way and that on her face. Cockheads rubbed into her cheeks, dented them, bumped into her nose, slid across her eyes. Then she had two giant cocks lodged firmly against her gaping, straining mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmfffmmmfff!" she protested, her eyes rolling. The two men seemed intent on cramming their cocks into her mouth at the same time. Her ovaled lips were completely blocked off by the bloated pricks.
But her mouth was too small for both of them, and at last one had to back off while the first forced its way between her lips. She contented herself with sucking one cock for two or three seconds, then switching to the other one. And eventually even the third cock got in on the action. All three cocks were lined up in front of her mouth, and she sucked from one to the other in short bursts.
"What a mouth! What a fucking cock sucker!" someone croaked. "This bitch sure knows how to eat dick."
Donna swayed back and forth on her knees, damn near swooning with the lewdness of her actions. Never had she felt this hot, this dirty, this crude. Three cocks, all over her face. She was licking them, kissing them, sucking them, letting them smear pre-cum juice all over her features. And she was loving every minute of it. Never had she been this excited.
She grabbed a cock in each fist, wrangled them from the tight grasps of their owners. Then, while she plunged her mouth up and down on the third cock, sucking the prick as deep as she could between her straining lips, she began rubbing the two cockheads up and down her cheeks. She circled them around, drew rings of wetness on her skin with the oozing prickheads. She closed her eyes, plugging up the sockets of her eyes with the two bloated, purple cock tips. Her face was heavy with cock.
"I can't take much more of this. Sweet Christ," someone groaned. "We've got to fuck her. We can't let a hunk of ass like this go to waste."
"Let's bang her. Yeah, let's fucking bang her," another voice agreed.
But Donna continued to suck, continued to drive her mouth up and down on one sizzling cock while she rubbed the other two into her eyes and onto her forehead and across her cheeks. Her face was a wild mask of lust, smeared and smudged with hot glistening snail-trails of pre-cum juice. She seemed in a daze, wrapped up in her own private world. She sucked and sucked and sucked.
But all at once she stopped, pulling her mouth up off the gleaming red cock. Her hands clung to the other two hard-ons while she stared up at the three men with wild, dazed eyes. With her mouth sagging open, she tried to speak, then coughed and cleared her throat. Her eyelids drooped with lust and sex.
"I want you all to fuck me, yes. I want you all to fuck me till I can't stand up," she gurgled. "Cram those big cocks in me and fuck me hard. I can take it."
The three men stared down at her, past the giant looming booms of their cocks. She was still on her knees on the floor. Her wet face glistened up at them. Her tits hung down heavy and neglected on her chest. Though they could not see it, her cunt was wet and gaping beneath her bush of pussy hair. Her cunt was slick and slimy and dripping with pussy juice.
"And I want you to do something else," she went on, her voice hoarse with lust. "I want you all to fuck me at the same time. Do you know what I mean? I want all of your cocks inside me at the same time. You think you can do that?"
The young men glanced at each other, making no sign if they understood her or not. Though they were so anxious to fuck her, they made no move to change position, to back away and set her up for fucking. They simply stared at her, their cocks soaring up from their crotches like crane booms. Their bodies were glistening with sweat.
"Up my cunt and up my ass and in my mouth, all at the same time. Understand?" she raved on, her eyes wide and demanding. "I want all three of you in me at the same time. I want to be gangbanged, get it? I want to be fucking gangbanged!"
The men stared at each other blankly. Then, slowly, they backed off to set up for the orgy.
CHAPTER NINE
One of the young men lay flat on his back on the floor of the locker room, his cock jutting up through his fist in a monstrous curving spike. Donna was above him, her feet on either side of him, her legs bending slowly as she lowered herself. She was squatting, spreading her thighs wide. The black straps of her garters loosened along her ass and upper thighs.
"Sit on it, babe. Sit on my hot cock," the fellow below her urged. He held his prick upright in his fist for her, kept his cock in line with her lowering cunt.
But then her arm was snaking down, and she was wrenching his cock from him, curling her fingers around his prick, holding his cock upright herself. Her bright blonde hair hung down prettily on either side of her face as she tilted her head, studied the progress of his stiff prick toward her cunt. Her big tits swayed out slightly from her chest, the nipples swollen and long.
"A little lower yet. Sit on it. Sit on the fucking thing," the voice below her coaxed. He was staring into her crotch, amazed at how her pussy was splitting, gaping for him, all the bright pink flesh inside shining for him as she bent lower and lower. Her free hand was clamped to her cunt, the fingers prying her puffy outer cuntlips apart.
"It's so big! Your cock's so fucking... ohhhhhh!" she moaned. She had found the blazing hard knob of his cockhead with her wet pussy lips. And now, as she shifted gingerly about, adjusted her position, her greasy cuntlips folded themselves down, kissed the cock tip, then flopped over and swallowed it softly.
"Like that, yeah!" the young man wailed, his eyes locked to her cunt. "Sit on it! Sit on the fucking thing! Ungh!"
Donna shifted about some more, made sure she was exactly where she wanted to be. Her legs were scissored, the black nylon along her thighs stretched taut. Then she let out a low, deep sigh of satisfaction as she let her full weight sink down onto his erect cock. Her head lifted, her blonde hair danced to one side, and she gazed into his eyes with deep gratitude.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned, her eyelids fluttering. "So big! So fucking big! Oh what a cock!"
Inch after swollen inch of cock was fucking its way into her greasy cunt. Her cuntlips were wrapped all out of shape around the amazing bulk of his prick. About halfway down the cockshaft she paused, as if she could take no more. But eventually the entire bloated log of his cock was embedded inside her, throbbing and twitching up her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhh fuck!" she whimpered. And as her pubic bush tangled with his she leaned forward, let her hair flop across her face, let her big tits roll heavily forward like ripe, curving fruit.
"Feel it inside you. Feel my hot cock all the way up your cunt," the fellow below her wheezed. He felt her big tits scrape his chest as she leaned forward, the nipples as hot and rough as pebbles.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhh fuck!" Donna groaned, trying her best to get used to the feel of the monster cock inside her. She could sense his cock throbbing and trembling inside her, like some huge reptile.
But already there was something else poking at her. The wet nose of another cock was prodding her ass cheek, scraping to one side, poking into the crack of her ass. The cockhead was hot and hard and rubbing up and down in the groove of her ass. The cock meant business. The prick was spreading goo up and down, preparing her asshole for the second penetration within a matter of seconds.
"Yes!" she whimpered. "Up my ass! Fuck me up the ass and up the cunt at the same time! Oh yes!"
The second cockhead found the puckered ring of her asshole, hesitated a second, then pressed forward so hard and so strong that she was mashed down onto the fellow below her, her tits pressed into his chest. She began groaning as pressure was applied to her sweet asshole. Her legs were spread on either side, her knees braced on the floor for support. The cock up her cunt throbbed violently.
"Up your ass. Up your sweet young ass!" the other voice grunted. And the pressure continued on her tight asshole, even though there was no sign of any widening of the tight puckered circle. Donna clenched her eyes shut and moaned softly to herself.
Her entire lower body was growing numb, as if the two huge cocks were pumping her full of something. Her tits were flattened against the fellow below her. The black straps of her garters looped tight over her ass cheeks and upper thighs. They appeared about to snap any second. For a moment, Donna thought she was going to faint, whether from discomfort or lust, she couldn't be sure.
"It's going! It's going up your sweet tight ass!" the second voice croaked. "Feel it go! Feel it fuck up your ass!"
Sure enough, the ugly, bloated head of the second cock had forced its way deep between Donna's pale ass cheeks and into the tight chamber of her asshole. And now there was no holding him back. The fellow above her was groaning, straining, and fucking inch after monstrous inch of rock-hard cock into her sweet tight ass. He was angling down and in, over the top of the first mighty prick embedded up her cunt.
"Nnnnnnn! Nnnnnnn!" Donna wheezed, biting her bottom lip. She held onto the fellow beneath her, clutched at his shoulders, braced herself as her asshole was crammed with thick, throbbing cock. She managed to raise herself a little. Her big tits lifted off his chest, bounced across his rib cage instead.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" the voice above her wheezed. His cock was forcing the lush cheeks of her ass apart, cranking them wide, denting them. He planted both his hands on them and forced them even wider. He watched as four, five, six inches of swollen cock slid up her ass.
The huge cock angled down still more, and five, six, seven inches of cock disappeared between her ass cheeks. The bloated swinging sac of his balls dangled lower and lower, until it nearly scraped the first set of balls already settled down below. The final inch of cock fucked into her ass, the ball sac flopped down on top of the balls beneath it, and he was in her all the way, his huge throbbing cock fucked to the hilt up her sweet girlish ass.
Donna moaned softly, her voice hoarse and strained. She still felt numb, her lower body crammed to capacity with huge, rock-hard cocks. But there was a gentle pleasure swelling through her, too, and she began to jiggle herself back and forth softly, bucking against the thick pricks. She could feel both cocks throbbing inside her strongly.
She raised herself still more, lifted her tits clear of the fellow below her. She turned her head to one side, as if to glance behind her and make sure she really did have two huge throbbing cocks inside her. Immediately she was confronted by a third monster cock. Her eyes widened, her eyelids fluttered. It was as if she'd forgotten what she had asked them all to do to her.
And it was as if they'd left the biggest, fattest, ugliest cock till last, chosen this one out of all three for her to suck. Its owner clutched his prick in front of him like a bat, with two hands, and thrust his cock at her.
The wet cockhead grazed her cheek, smeared her with yet more pre-come juice. She had to forget looking behind her. The cockhead bumped up the side of her nose toward her eye before she reached up and took the guy's cock in hand.
"Suck it, bitch. Take it in your mouth and suck it dry," the third voice urged. He jerked the cock at her. He had been waiting long enough for some action.
His really was an ugly cock. Even in her dazed lust-state Donna could appreciate that. The guy's prick was huge, swollen to a deep dark red that looked almost brown. Three giant blue veins throbbed in its sides, like steel cords. Two of them, the ones on the cock's underside, looked to Donna to be about the thickness of her fingers. As he let one hand drop free, she could see his cock had a bend in the shaft halfway up, and his prick drooped toward her oddly.
"Suck it. Suck it, bitch," the voice ordered her again.
Donna tugged the cock toward her, opened her mouth into a gaping oval, and stuffed the swollen purple prickhead between her lips. She sucked the cockhead, tickled the tip with her tongue and wriggled her lips before forcing her face lower. A couple of inches of cockshaft forced her lips into a tight circular seal.
"Yeah, suck it. Use your mouth on it like that. Yeah," the third horny fellow grunted. And he lunged forward and buried two more inches of cock in Donna's face.
Her nostrils flared, her eyes clenched shut, and her cheeks hollowed and swelled over the monster cock. It occurred to her suddenly that she no longer had any control over this obscene situation. That the three big males had her completely in their power. All she could do was wait, let them fuck themselves out, let them clog her with jerking cock till they could continue no longer. She only hoped they wouldn't hurt her too much.
She might have damn near a yard of thick cock inside her, but she wasn't in any kind of distress. The numbness was fading, replaced by a delicious, swelling feeling that only increased as each of the men began moving, jerking back and forth around her. She was coming, she realized vaguely, wave after wave of weird pleasure splashing through her.
And the three men were filling her with cock, bucking back and forth and fucking their cocks into her as if this wild three-way plug were the most natural thing in the world. She let them do as they liked. It was what she had asked for, after all. She simply shifted herself slightly every few minutes, adjusting her position on the three fucking, writhing pricks. It was the weirdest, dirtiest feeling she had ever experienced in her whole life.
"Suck it, bitch, suck it," the third voice croaked, burying yet another inch of cock in her throat. Donna's cheeks swelled out crazily over the fucking prick. The blue veins in its underside throbbed as if about to burst.
She lost track of the time, had no idea how long the three men had been fucking her, cramming her full with cock. She was lost in a wild lust-daze, totally caught up in the feel of having three cocks fucking her at the same time. For all she knew, it could have gone on for hours, through the evening, into the night. She even forgot where she was, unaware of the locker room trappings or the sound of the still-hissing showers.
She was vaguely aware that the triple fuck ended at some point, and that the three men still had not come, still had not blasted their thick wads of spunk into her mouth, or up her ass, or into her cunt. She was aware of them changing places, of cocks being removed from one fuckhole, only to be stuffed into another. She realized before too long that each one of them had fucked her up the cunt and up the ass, that all three of them had fucked her face.
And she was aware at last of being draped on her back on the floor, of two ugly cocks slicing back and forth over her mouth while a third was buried deep in her cunt. Her knees were hooked up, her legs scissored on either side of the guy fucking her. And her tongue stuck out and scraped the undersides of the two cocks lunging about across her face.
There were voices over her, she knew that. Voices swearing at her and cursing her and calling her every filthy name under the sun. And bit by bit she became aware of her own voice joining them, swearing with them, urging the three men on to still more dirty acts. The sound of her own voice was funny to her, almost as if it belonged to someone else.
"Cum all over me! Spunk all over my belly and tits and face!" she was croaking, her voice sounding truly desperate. She was begging them, pleading with them to soil her. The sound of her voice thrilled her.
"Dirty bitch. Cocksucking cunt," another voice swore at her. "Slut. Sleazy, cock-eating pussy-face!"
"Whore. Cunt. Dirty, spunk-sucking bitch," someone else grunted. Donna couldn't tell who was saying what, or even whose cock was doing what to her.
All she knew was that she was enjoying every filthy second of this lewd gangbang, that it was something she would never forget as long as she lived, and that if she didn't taste the hot sizzling cum from their balls soon she would go mad. She wanted spunk like she'd never wanted anything in her life. She wanted quarts of cum, gallons of sperm. She wanted to drown herself in creamy, steaming cum.
"Spunk in my face! Jerk off all over me! Cover me with fucking cock-cream!" she urged. And now her hands were wrapped over the cocks to either side of her face, and she was helping the men pump themselves to climax. Her droopy eyes drifted from one cock to the other, anxiously awaiting the first spurt.
But she was caught by surprise. The fellow ramming his cock back and forth in her cunt suddenly stopped moving, pulled back, and withdrew his steaming cock from her pussy. He leaned up over her belly, his greasy cock in his hand, and he proceeded to jerk himself off all over her, just as she had asked. His fist was a blur on his cock as he yanked.
"Oh yes! All over my belly and tits! Spurt your lovely cock-cream all over me!" she pleaded, and her eyes rolled down to watch as she felt the first hot splatter of cum on her skin.
The first cum-jet shot up the entire length of her body, leaving a glittering silver trail from her pussy hair to her neck. Cum shot from his cock like a rope from a harpoon gun, over her golden belly, up her rib cage, against the swell of her right tit. From there it bounced up her cleavage and ended up splattered like milk in the hollow of her neck and throat. It looked as though a long string of pearls had snapped and had scattered across her brown body.
"Yes! Oh yes, I love spunk! Shoot more! Spurt more hot jizz over my belly and tits!" she wheezed, watching in fascination while, to either side of her face, the other two cocks strained and jerked in her fingers.
The cock between her legs was tilting up. Its owner was raising his prick and crawling up her body as he aimed the shimmering jets of cum higher on her. His fist jerked back and forth, pumping out all the sizzling silver strings of spunk. He left her cunt wide and wet and empty and urged his prick up toward her head.
His second cum-jet swirled up into the air weirdly, spun around for a second, then splattered up the length of her body again, from her navel, which it filled, up over the globe of her left tit and around toward her shoulder. There was a loud smacking sound as jizz smashed across her skin. The silver trail looped over her tit and soiled the ring of her nipple before drooling farther.
"All over her! All fucking over her!" someone croaked, amazed at the lovely patterns of white jizz across Donna's belly and rib cage and tits. Donna too stared down at what was happening to her, as if she couldn't quite believe it.
The cock was poised above her belly now, and its owner was aiming his prick directly at her heaving, straining tits. A long jet of jizz spat free and curved itself directly around the globe of her left tit, like icing, the string splitting up into three or four smaller streams that drooled off her tit and dribbled onto her rib cage, her neck, and into her cleavage. Her tit shone with silver jizz, as if it had been painted.
Then the cock was swung over to her other tit, and a hot steaming jet spurted free and completely submerged her inch-long nipple, making it shine like a glazed cherry. Cum drooled down this tit too, in string after string after string, decorating the tit with shining ropes of silver. Spunk began to pool between her tits, ran up her cleavage and into the hollow of her neck.
And now he was slotting his cock between her tits, smudging all the hot jizz about and floating in it while he bucked back and forth, fucked her tits, still spurting. He crammed her greasy soiled tits together, fucked his cock back and forth, and still his cockhead spurted jet after jet of hot sizzling spunk. He looked as though he hadn't cum for a year.
"Spunk all over me! Cover me with jizz! Drown me with it!" she begged. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she watched the cock spurt.
A streamer of jizz shot out and smacked her under her chin, cascading off in several directions and painting her neck with a triple layer of silver lines. A deep white pool was forming in the hollow of her neck and, as the rest of this blast poured down, it overflowed, sending streams over her shoulders and matting locks of blonde hair to her neck. She moaned, stared at the cock, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
The cock fucked back and forth between her tits, making wet squishy sounds now as it slopped about in its bath of cum-grease. The prick was aimed now directly at her gaping, ovaled, red mouth. The cock twitched two more times, contracted weirdly like a stroking snake, and fired off its last two thick jets of jizz straight between her red shining lips. In an instant, her mouth was full to overflowing with cum.
"Mmmfff! GgglHggg!" she gurgled, smacking her lips and swallowing huge drafts of spunk. Her eyes rolled, amazed at the amount of jizz he'd shot out.
But now she caught sight of the other two cocks so close to her gasping, oozing mouth. And she was suddenly aware that two more climaxes had to occur. Both men were thrusting their cocks close to her mouth, smudging her face with them, helping her to jerk them off with their strong fingers. Donna gulped and swallowed. Excess spunk overflowed her lips and drooled down her chin. When she opened her mouth at last, her tongue was coated with a thick layer of white. A string of jelly-jizz dangled from her eye-tooth.
"Spunk on me! Spunk in my mouth!" she groaned, gaping her lips wide. "Spurt in my face! Shoot in my fucking face!"
One of the cocks exploded inches from her face, jetting out a blast of cum that hit her so hard her head recoiled on her shoulders. The cum splattered just below her left eye and pin-wheeled off in all directions, up over her eye, across the bridge of her nose, along her temple, down one cheek. A thick trail of cum slopped to her open mouth and she caught it with her out-thrust tongue, licking the string of jizz into her mouth like a frog with an insect...
"Sweet fucking Christ!" someone groaned. And a huge streamer of jizz rose up across her face, slashing her mouth, her cheek, her eye, her forehead, and finally hooking up high in her hair somewhere. Cum hung in the blonde strands of her hair like a hunk of white cloth.
"In my mouth! Spurt into my mouth!" Donna moaned.
She was wearing deep blue gobs of make-up on her eyelids. It was so dark and blue her eyelids looked like two deep bruises. And now, as a streamer of spunk jetted up her face, crossing her eye at dead center, the make-up took on an oily blue glow. It shone, turned green almost, giving her face an odd, masklike look. The cum spread across her eyelid, hung in a heavy pearl off her matted lashes.
The two men seemed to have no control over where they shot their jizz. Poor Donna was getting it everywhere on her face but in her mouth, which was maybe just as well. Her lips were overflowing with fuck cream already. And now, even as she opened her lips for more, both men shot huge jets of cum across her eyes, hitting her with such thick wads that both eye sockets were soon filled with gooey cum-pools.
A ribbon of white curled up over her eyebrow and along her forehead at an angle.
Another slopped down the side of her nose. Donna's face was heavy with cum, coated with it, as if draped with a thick wet blanket. Thick ropes of cream hung off her face everywhere, and a great gooey pool of white slopped and overflowed from her mouth. She was no longer recognizable under all the slime.
Yet she waited patiently under the blizzard of cum, let them soil her and dirty her with the hot cock-cream. She even continued helping them pump their cocks, helping them jerk out more steaming jizz for her face. She breathed through her one clear nostril and kept her eyes shut tight. With her tongue, she forced the spunk up out of her mouth in steady, never-ending streams. She could no longer speak. She just moaned with lust.
And when finally the last of the sizzling spunk was slopped onto her face, when the cocks had spurted the dregs of their cum onto her sweet young features, she began to move slightly. The three men backed off from her, a bit guilty over what they'd done to her. They stood around her, their cocks dripping, gazing down at her soiled, cum-drenched body.
She swept her hands down and daubed her fingers into the layers of cum coating her belly, her rib cage. She gathered the jizz with her fingers, messed it all about, massaged it into her golden belly. She cupped her greasy tits, smoothed the dripping slime all over the big wet mounds, made them shine like fresh globes of jello.
She thumbed the nipples, smeared them with more cum, left them gleaming as they jutted up high into the air. Then she raised her hands higher, touched her fingers to her face, and began a slow circular motion that rubbed the warm goo every which way on her soiled face. Cum still bubbled from her mouth, and she smeared this over her cheeks. She spread the goo evenly, bathing her skin with it.
She writhed about there on the floor of the locker room, unaware of the three quiet young men who stood around holding their empty, dripping cocks. And the cum rolled and sloshed about on her, like layer upon layer of lotion. She shone with cum, from crotch to hair-line. Her pubes, her belly, and her tits gleamed with spunk. And her face shone like a strange silver mask. Her fingers were webbed with goo as she daubed them about her face.
Her head tilted up slightly, as if she was looking about her. Her eyes were sealed shut so she couldn't see a thing. The cum dripped down her face and off her chin. Jizz oozed from her mouth still as her lips crinkled up at the sides. The three men couldn't be sure, but it looked very much like Donna was smiling through her mask of cum.
CHAPTER TEN
Donna was driving the freeway aimlessly, enjoying the play of her headlights on the road ahead. It was late and very dark, and there was j very little traffic as she headed out beyond the suburbs. She drove fast, though in no particular direction. The new sports car, her one extravagance on her new teacher's salary, responded nicely. The tires hummed on the pavement.
She'd had a date earlier with Peter Hood, her teacher friend, but she had stood him up. She wasn't sure why. She'd gotten all dressed up, was in her car on the way to his place when, at the last minute, something had made her turn onto the freeway. Now she was humming along, the wind in her hair, her eyes shining back at her in the rear-view mirror.
There was a sense of excitement inside her. It was thrilling her, making her heart beat fast. And she didn't know why. She couldn't figure out why she was feeling so strange. She wasn't in the mood for brooding either. She was restless as hell. She had to be out doing something, moving, looking for something even if she didn't know what it was. She gunned the car even faster down the freeway.
For some time now, the same set of headlights had been behind her. They would come up close, then fall back, come up close again, then move off. Eventually the car swung out to the side, drew up alongside even though she was way over the speed limit. She glanced to the left and saw the driver, a good-looking middle-aged man, watching her. She could just make out his features in the light from his dash.
He watched her for only a few seconds, just time enough to examine her bright blonde hair, her perfectly made-up face. Then he was slipping behind her again, his headlights close, making sure he kept up with her on the empty freeway. Donna's heart beat faster and she squirmed a little in her seat. Her seat belt felt tight against her tits.
An exit warning flashed by, and she was clicking on her turn-indicator, easing over to the right, rolling down the off-ramp onto a dark, empty road. She drove on, through tall dark trees. There was no sign of life anywhere, not a house or a car or a light of any kind. Except of course the headlights behind her. The middle-aged gentleman was staying right with her.
She felt her pussy begin to moisten. She could feel it immediately because again she was wearing no panties, nothing beneath her I dark-blue evening dress but her black garter belt and stockings. She glanced in her mirror, made sure the headlights were still close behind her. Then, in amongst a grove of tall trees, with darkness all around, she pulled over to the side of the road.
She waited for a second or two, watched to see if there was any sign of the driver behind her getting out. For he had pulled over too, and his car was throbbing quietly twenty yards in back of her, the headlights playing over her car and making it shine. When there was no movement, she unbuckled her seat belt, clicked open her door, climbed out into the mild evening.
She moved around back of her car, staring all the while into the bright glare of headlights. She looked beautiful and stylish in her evening dress and sheer black stockings. Her blonde hair glowed bright, her blue eye shadow and red lipstick shone. She was smiling slightly, teasingly. Her cheeks had a gentle flush of excitement.
She turned her back on the headlights, but twisted her head so that she could still stare into them. Then, bending one knee slightly and tipping her toe against the ground, she swept one hand behind her, began raising her dress inch by lazy inch. Her long lovely legs were revealed a bit at a time inside their tight, sheer black stockings. Even the seams that ran up the backs of the stockings was clearly visible in the bright light.
Finally her hand was nestled in the small of her back, with the dark dress hooked up under it, high over her naked, gleaming ass. The perfect twin mounds of her ass cheeks glowed pale and erotic in the light. Just below, the black strips of her stocking tops circled the tops of her thighs. She bent slightly over her car and spread her legs farther apart.
Her pale ass cheeks shone white and milky, and now as she bent over the tufted gash of her cunt was partly visible beneath. She was still staring back over her shoulder, her face bright and teasing. And now she licked her lips, made them wet and shiny with the pad of her tongue. Her red car gleamed in front of her.
She turned slowly, shifting her ass around till it was backed against the rear of her car. And now she was facing the lights head on, half-sitting against her car while she planted her feet far apart, spread her thighs, let her split dress fall loosely between her legs. She gripped the dress again, hauled it up her legs, showed him more and more of the sheer black stockings.
Until this time she had the dress draped up over her belly, and he could see the strip of black garter belt stretched across her middle and the strips of her suspenders snaking down her thighs. The hairy bush of her cunt winked at him in the bright, weird light, standing out between the stocking tops and the garter belt. A slit of pink skin was visible between the pulpy outer lips of her pussy.
Her fingers reached down, gripped the outer cunt slabs, pried them apart wantonly. And now the headlight beams shone directly into the gaping pink of her cunt. She spread her legs wider, smiled lewdly at him. She licked her lips some more. Her pink cunt gleamed weirdly in the unnatural light.
And now there was a clicking sound as his car door opened, and a snap as it was slammed shut. The middle-aged gentleman left his car and crunched toward her on the roadside gravel. She saw his shadow loom up, though she could not see his face clearly. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers touching the dry elastic of her garter belt. She felt herself being shoved up onto the back of her car.
Then she was almost stretched across the back of the vehicle, and his hands were on the upper part of her dress. He tugged her dress apart, pried her big tits into the open, let them hang loose like two pale liquid bags, the dark nipples jutting up to the sky. He cupped them, squeezed them, mauled them roughly with his big strong hands. He flicked the nipples and watched them telescope right in front of his eyes.
"Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to cram your cock into me and fuck me silly?" she breathed, her eyes wide with excitement. "I'll let you do anything you want. Absolutely anything."
He didn't answer. He didn't say anything. He simply ran his hands down from her tits, over her brown belly, along her black garters to her thighs. Then he was pressing her legs apart, spreading them, hooking her feet onto the car. She heard the scrape of his zipper, saw the shadow of his hand fumbling in his crotch.
She felt the hard wet head of a cock scrape along the dry material of her stocking top.
Then there was something else--his cockhead against the pulpy wet lips of her cunt. She whimpered, moaned softly deep in her throat. And she spread her thighs wide for him and let him poke his cock about under the damp curls of her twat. He didn't take long. She soon felt the cockhead between her puffy cuntlips, then an inch or two of cockmeat. He drilled forward and sank eight or nine inches of prick into her cunt.
"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhh! Yes!" she groaned. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Split me in half with hot hard cock!"
He began fucking her, driving his prick in and out of her with deep, steady lunges. She could feel his pants against the tops of her thighs, his shirt against her belly. She gazed up into his face but couldn't really see anything. The headlights behind him were just too bright and glaring. He was in shadow. But his cock was solid enough. His prick fucked back and forth like a piston between her legs.
"You can call me dirty names if you want," she panted, her voice strangely childish and pleading. "You can call me twat and cunt and bitch and slut and cocksucker. I want you to. I like being called filthy names."
Still he didn't speak. He just fucked in and out of her, fucking her deep and hard. He didn't appear to be even breathing heavy. His ass flexed and his hips slid forward, and he buried nine inches of cock inside her again and again and again. It seemed no effort for him. He was like some kind of machine.
"You can fuck me up the ass if you want. I'll let you," she went on. "Or you can fuck my tits, or my face. Would you like to fuck my mouth? You can if you want. I'll let you do anything."
Donna's voice was growing ragged. There was a catch in her voice now, as he bucked her harder and harder against the back of her car. She was sounding dreamy and dazed, as if her climax was coming on her already. She didn't seem to want any answers from him. She appeared quite content to be talking to herself. His cock bucked and fucked in and out of her.
"You can cum in my mouth too. I don't care. I love it. I love cum. You can shoot in my mouth or on my tits or in my face. I love it everywhere. I just love hot spunk."
He heaved back and forth between her legs, fucking his prick to the hilt inside her. And now his big hands were on her tits, squeezing them, mauling them, rolling them back and forth and up and down. His thrusts were growing faster, shorter. There was a fast, regular tapping sound as Donna's bracelet bumped against the metal surface of the car.
"I've made it with more than one man at the same time, do you believe that?" she croaked. "Once with two boys, then later with three more. All at the same time. I had three cocks inside me at the same time. Do you believe that?"
His ass was a blur of motion. His cock was fucking in and out of her rapidly. His balls dangled and shook and swayed. He made no sound, but it was obvious he was close to shooting. He was squeezing her tits tightly, digging his fingers into the lush girl-flesh. He flattened her against the rear of her car, pinning her there with the shaft of his prick.
"I had a cock up my ass, and one up my cunt, and one in my mouth, all at the same time. Do you believe that?" she went on. And now her voice was really wild, as her climax swept through her. She heaved her belly at him, impaled herself on his hard cock. He buried his prick inside her one last time, and began belching out the steaming hot goo from his balls. Again and again and again he fucked into her, and each time he shot out a huge twirling knot of cum into her belly. Still he made no sound. He just fucked her hard, spurting out glob after glob of hot jizz.
"And--ohhhhhh! They came all over me! In my mouth and in my face and all over my belly and tits and cunt! Do you believe that? Ohhh fuck! Ohhh sweet fucking cum!"
He pinned her to the car top, speared her there with long deep lunges of his cock. And jet after jet of sizzling hot spunk fired off into her, filled her till it backed up, had nowhere to go, and spilled out over the bright red paint of the trunk. Her black-stockinged legs lifted up and hooked themselves tight around his back, drawing him deep inside her.
When he was finished, the man drew his prick from her cunt, pulled up his pants, got in his car and drove away.
She leaned against her car for a few minutes more, breathing hard, recovering from the furious fuck she had received from the silent stranger. Then she got in her car and drove away in the opposite direction as the stranger had, toward the city, where more fucking and sucking awaited her.
