The trust that is required of a teacher is great, for it is only through education that a child has the opportunity to better himself.
When a teacher allows personal frustrations of any type to intrude on the child's scholastic progress, terrible trouble results as a consequence.
Such was the case of Carol Carter, the shapely, young teacher around whom our story revolves. Carol found quickly that many of her young charges were very much attracted to her. And, when she decided it might not hurt to become involved with one student, she was making a decision that would change the future of her life.
Her students, having once seduced her, had little or no respect for her. They figured she was, in their terminology, "a cheap slut", and they treated her as such.
Blackmail became a tool the children were delighted to employ to accomplish their designs, and this forced Carol into a form of sexual slavery which eventually led to her downfall.
Carols' sexual problem, as this book insinuates, started in her early youth when Carol had failed to mature sexually as she should have. She was overly preoccupied with her school work as a result of social pressure, a preoccupation which crippled her psychological development into a mature, whole person.
Sexual immaturity and frustration as a result of suppression of her natural sex drive warped Carol.
Psychiatrists blame much of the violence and anti-social behavior in society on sexual frustrations.
Carol was only another victim of a social code which first creates the sickness-then punishes the sick person for getting the disease.
Eventually, Carol's conduct brought her to the attention of legal officials who immediately put an end to the dangerous double-life she'd led at school.
Even though she excelled in her chosen profession, this society created illness, destroyed her completely.
This book is dedicated to ending such senseless waste of individuals.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As the shapely white teacher Carol Carter watched the action on the basketball court, her eyes focused on the tall, slender, long-legged, broad-shouldered, black player from her class who had flipped the ball through the hoop for a basket.
From her vantage point, Carol could see the tip of his black cock, out-lined under his basketball shorts.
Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation surge through her mound. It puzzled her, for she couldn't understand why the sight of the huge penis out-lined in the boy's shorts did that to her.
Her mind went back to another basketball player she'd known in college and she vividly recalled her first date with him. He'd driven her to a secluded spot and, after some passionate kissing, placed her hand on his swelling penis. As they continued Frenching, he'd unzipped his fly, pulled out his penis and, with a deft movement, pulled down her panties. After flipping up her mini-skirt he had thrust savagely into her.
It had all happened so fast at the time, Carol couldn't believe she was being fucked. What was even more surprising to Carol was the fact she had enjoyed it so much.
Her hands had groped his buttocks as he stabbed into her womanhood, and his lips once more merged with hers as he pressed down hard. The fiery sensations that engulfed her at that climactic moment of orgasm all seemed to return as she watched this handsome, young black boy on the basketball court.
It bothered Carol so much that she would feel this strange lust, this passionate compulsion that she got up and left the game. Hurrying out to her car in the teacher's parking lot, Carol did a lot of thinking.
She thought back to her mother's stern warnings about saving sex for marriage, and it troubled her that she'd given in quite a few times in college to her carnal lusts. But, now the attraction she felt for Stan Jefferson, the black basketball player, was something she couldn't explain.
The very next day in class, Carol caught Stan reaching over to grasp the thigh of the girl he sat next to.
"Teacher," the girl exploded, "he's got his hand on my you know what."
"I want to see you after school," she said firmly to Stan, "and keep your hands to yourself-do you understand?"
"Yes, Teach!" Stan smiled.
A moment later the bell rang and there was the usual crush of students barging out of the classroom. It was always this way following the last class of the day.
After everyone else was gone, Stan remained. Carol Carter felt prompted to lock the classroom doors, for what she had to say to Stanley, she didn't want anyone to hear.
"I'm sorry, Teach-can I go now?" he asked eagerly.
"Just a minute, Stan," she said firmly, "I want to talk to you."
Stan sat on the edge of his desk, and once more a glance down at his crotch revealed the huge penis outlined against his pants. And as Stan looked at the teacher he observed her well-formed breasts pressing at the confining material of her blouse. He glanced down her body to her attractive legs and licked his lips sensuously. Instantly, Carol caught on to his glance, and she realized he felt strongly attracted toward her.
"You disrupt class when you do what you did today, and I won't have it happening again."
"Why are you so uptight, Teach?" He smiled, glancing down at her crotch suggestively.
Noticeably nervous now, Carol moved toward the door to open it. And then Stan made his move.
"Teach, you got a beautiful pair of knockers." He smiled as one hand gripped her while the other felt of her bosoms. Instead of feeling angry, Carol felt grateful, for this was what she wanted him to do.
"You want it, Teach, don't you? You got jealous when I was feeling the other woman cause you wanted my black hands on your white body."
Now, he was determined to ball the teacher.
"Let me go," she pleaded, but it wasn't difficult for Stan to tell that she didn't really want him to release her.
His strong hand, reaching under her skirt, felt the moisture of her heated pussy. With a frenzied movement his hand pulled down her panties and then he unzipped his fly, displaying the long, hard cock that her impatient cunt wanted so badly.
"Fuck me!" she begged, "Fuck me anyway you like!"
Carol's words drove the black athlete mad. Her face was distorted with lust and passion as her head thrashed back and forth, as she begged, "I've got to have it-fuck me!"
Stan pushed forward, carefully... slowly slipping his thick, pulsating penis head into the tight grip of her snug little pussy. He entered her an inch, then another, the head of his huge black cock stretching her slick, wet pussy as she squirmed.
"Let's lie on the floor, Teach, so I can fuck you good," he begged. She had enjoyed it so much when Stan slid it into her that she hated to have him pull it out. She lay on the floor behind her desk and he got down on top of her, and then he thrust into her again. She was squirming and groaning beneath him now as he thrust into her.
The black athlete's balls were on fire as he pushed deep into the white teacher. Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her tightly so that her head fell back and her entire upper torso was lifted off of the ground, Stan began fucking slowly now, making it last. The teacher responded wildly, gyrating her hips like a hot whore to get more of his hotly throbbing cock deep inside her.
Now, the black athlete, Stan, lost all control and began fucking with all his might, his big black balls slamming back and forth on her, as he rode into her. He was racing now into her wetly clasping cunt like a piston in a revved-up engine. The teacher's vibrant pussy became a warm, pulsating tunnel of pleasure, squeezing him, pulling him inside, as he went on fucking her furiously.
"Ohhhh, yes!" he begged, "Put your finger in my asshole." She reached around, felt between his naked buttocks, and let her finger slide up the black student's behind. As he felt her burrowing into his tight anus, Stan rammed his thick cock into the hotness of her eager cunt, sinking all the way inside it. Her moistly contracting pussy pulsating around his long, black shaft until it exploded in a blinding flash of creamy, white sperm. She felt herself juicing right on target.
Now, he was slowly withdrawing, his penis dripping his cum on her body.
"Thanks for a good piece of ass!" He smiled down at her. Her eyes were misty, her voice husky, and her thoughts blurred as she got to her feet, and spoke to him.
"Oh, God, Stan-what got into you?"
Slipping his penis back into his pants, and zipping up his fly, he told her right out, "You know you wanted it and you wanted it bad!"
It gave Carol a good feeling to know the sexual satisfaction she hadn't experienced since college days. But to think she had found it with a student during her first year of teaching tormented her mind. If Stan talked, she was had and she knew it. All those years of teaching would go down the drain, and this she couldn't bear.
"Please," she begged the young black boy, "don't... tell!" Sensing a feeling of power surge through him as she placed a restraining hand on his shoulder as he was about to go out the door, he smiled down at her, "you don't have to worry about me none-long as I get what I want... "
"Anything you say, Stan," Carol said softly, her lips twitching nervously.
"How about a little fun Saturday night at your pad, Teach? How does that grab you?"
"All right," she agreed, "I'll give you my phone number and-"
"And address." He smiled smugly. "Cause I'll be over to cool my tool about seven o'clock."
Then, turning around, Stan walked out the door she'd just opened.
She realized what a close call it was when the girl's vice-principal, Vi Bartlett, dropped by.
"Just thought I'd see how everything is going for you," Vi said, glancing about the room to check the bulletin boards.
"Just fine," Carol Carter replied, nervously brushing her hair aside.
"That's good." Vi nodded. "But I don't think your bulletin boards are right. Use them to stimulate the students to achieve. Instead of pictures, use displays of student's work."
"Yes," the shapely young teacher agreed, hoping Mrs. Bartlett would let her be. For at this moment, her mind was blurred by a series of sexual flashes that would come to her when she thought about what the hot-blooded, virile, young student who'd put the make on her.
Noticing the young teacher wasn't with her, Vi Bartlett gestured across her face and snapped her fingers.
"Are you here, honey?"
The snap of Vi's fingers brought Carol out of her trance as surely as a hypnotist brings someone out of a trance that he has just hypnotized.
"I'm sorry." Carol smiled. "I-I just got to thinking about something that was bothering me and-"
"Is it anything here at school I can help you with?" Mrs. Bartlett asked in a kindly, understanding voice.
"No. It's a personal problem outside school. One I must figure out for myself."
"Don't let it interfere. A teacher must be alert at all times these days. You do understand that, don't you, Miss Carter?"
"I-I understand."
"Well, if you bump into any problems, feel free to come to me for help. Getting started can be rough. I know."
Mrs. Bartlett spoke in such a sincere manner that Carol was convinced she wanted to help.
"Thank you." She nodded and then she was left alone, with her own disturbing thoughts and her date for tonight. It bugged her, thinking about it. She knew Chuck, her steady date, would want Saturday night. Yet, she felt under pressure to satisfy Stan.
This tug of war going on within her mind was disturbing to Carol, and she didn't know how she could resolve it. As she picked up her briefcase, piled with homework to correct, she tried to think of some excuse she might give to Chuck. It was difficult to explain her way out of their Saturday night date, but she knew she must..
Once out of the school and driving down the freeway, she calculated she could always tell Chuck she was ill.
But, she'd have to wait until Saturday to let him know that. Hopefully, she could keep him away as she knew she'd have her hands full, as well as a lot of other things, if Stan came over.
That evening during dinner, Chuck had to make it even more difficult.
"I've been thinking about this weekend, honey." He smiled. "You and I could go somewhere. Wouldn't that be groovy?"
She shook her head.
"No-no, I don't think it would," she said, "I'd prefer dinner in town and then we can come back to my apartment."
"All right," he said, "that sounds like a good time."
She managed to convince him she had to get home early that night, and she was grateful to be alone. For, it seemed she could handle the problem that was tormenting her much easier alone than when someone was around her.
The rest of the week flashed by, and then it was Saturday. She phoned Chuck and told him, bluntly, "I'm sick, honey-I don't think I can go out tonight."
"I don't want you to come over," Carol insisted. "I've got the-the flu."
"Ohh," Chuck said, finally becoming reconciled to the fact he wasn't going to get together with her. "Well, I hope you get well real quick. Get a lot of rest!"
"That's all I can do," Carol replied. "Thanks, baby, for understanding."
"Sure, honey, take care," he said, and then he hung up. As she put the phone back on its cradle, Carol heaved a sigh of relief. But now she was faced with a new dilemma. What if someone saw the black student coming to her apartment? They might become suspicious. This perplexed her, but finally, she figured they couldn't prove anything, just suspect, and that thought was at least comforting. She was troubled and tormented now, and recognized sex with a student possessed pleasure, but provided plenty of anxious moments as well.
When seven o'clock came and she heard someone knocking on the door, Carol's heart pounded rapidly.
Fear was overpowering her to the point where she was afraid to answer.
However, when the knocking continued, she had no alternative. She did open the door a crack, and looked up. Sure enough, it was Stan right on schedule.
"Hi, Teach," he smiled.
Unfastening the indoor chain lock, Carol nodded, opening the door for him to enter.
"You're right on time," she smiled nervously, "won't you sit down?"
"Got anything to drink?"
"Yes-what do you want?"
"Booze," he smiled, "I'm an old drunk!"
"You couldn't be an old drunk." She laughed. "You're not that old."
"I started early," he told her. "Real early." Going to the bar in the corner, Carol brought out a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka and placed them before him.
"Got any orange juice?" he asked. "I want to mix me a screwdriver."
"Y-Yes," Carol replied, going to the kitchen. She wanted to correct him on his grammar, she wanted to tell him not to drink because he was a minor. But, considering what she was going to do with him, she didn't see how she could tell him much of anything.
When she came back with some ice cubes in a bucket, and a bottle of Orange juice, he beamed. "Thank you, Teach-now, you drink with me."
She fixed a drink for herself and sat in a chair near the sofa where he was sprawled out, relaxing and drinking.
"You have any trouble getting out of your date?" He smiled proudly, delighted that he could force her to drop her date for him.
"Not really." Carol smiled. "I'm not married to him. He's just a boyfriend."
"I got me a girlfriend." Stan smiled. "But she gives me trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"She got pregnant-"
"Oh, I see," the teacher said, reaching for some more liquor. As she did so, Stan extended his hand, placing it on top of hers.
"Let's screw," he said earnestly.
"Sure, baby," Carol said, her eyes focusing on his eager brown eyes which were blazing with lustful intensity. Then, something frightened her. The thought of being discovered suddenly made her wish she'd never become involved with Stan in the first place. Easing her hand from his, she said, "Have another drink!"
Calculating that if she could get him drunk enough, he'd not insist on sex, she figured her game-plan might release her from the sexual bondage she knew she was in at this strategic moment.
"No way." Stan smiled. "If I drink too much I won't want to fuck."
"Ohhhh," Carol gulped, realizing this way out was sealed off, and in moments the big black cock would be closing in on her, and she'd be trapped by her student's untamed lust.
"Let's go to your bedroom, Teach. We don't want to mess up the living room."
"All right," she agreed. "But first let me have another drink."
Pouring herself a double-shot, she threw her head back, and gulped it greedily.
"You'll be stoned out of your skull if you keep that up," Stan warned her. "I came here to fuck, not get drunk."
CHAPTER TWO
It was all Carol could do to walk into the bedroom, since she had no idea what Stan might expect her to do in bed.
"I want to watch this," he said, sitting on the edge of her bed, and removing his shoes. "I like to see a chick undress-go ahead, Teach."
"Quit calling-me Teach!" Carol turned around to tell him, "Call me Carol-"
"Take your clothes off, Carol," Stan smiled as he unfastened his belt and eased out of his pants. He wasn't wearing any shorts and when Carol got a load of his huge black penis flipping up, she realized just how horny he was.
Slipping out of her dress, she tossed it on a chair. Stan's eyes bulged as he looked at her ripe breasts held tightly in a black, lacy bra, as if they were ready to pop out. Glancing down, his eyes focused on the moisture surfacing in the crotch of her black, lacy panties.
"Come over here," he insisted. "I-I want to do the honors." He tugged at the elastic waist band of her panties and dipped inside, letting his finger slip up and down her slit. The aroma of her pussy beginning to juice stimulated him. He could almost taste her as he sniffed her mound.
Carol undid the clasp on her bra and let it fall to the floor. Looking up, Stan smiled appreciatively. "Good sucking titties!"
Then, he peeled off her panties, and she stepped gingerly out of them and stood there naked, eager.
"Why don't you get on the bed and spread those sexy legs of yours, Carol?" Stan smiled eagerly.
Carol's heart was pounding rapidly now, not from fear but from hot lust. She wanted to feel his slippery, pink tongue sliding between her pussy-lips. She wanted to reach down there, and guide him as he ate her.
She lay back, spreading her legs invitingly, and then he got between her white thighs, letting his hands clasp her buttocks, as he buried his head in her thatch.
"Eat my pussy," she pleaded. "Eat me-I've got to have it-Eat me, Stan."
But Stan was having too much fun to slip his tongue inside her quite yet. He wanted to examine the teacher's pink pussy, teasing it with darting tongue movements before he jabbed it in her, and carried her to climax.
Pulling her pussy lips apart, Stan looked hungrily at her warm vagina flesh. Then, he inserted his tongue and pumped it into her. The smell of her excited him, and now as his passionate tongue swept inside her smooth vagina, he became more and more excited.
"Eat my pussy, honey," the teacher panted, reaching down to grip the young student's head. She held onto him as his tongue continued lashing inside her. He was probing to enjoy the sweet taste of her pussy juices.
And he would vary his tongue lashes, as he surged into her.
"Suck me-suck me," she panted as his tongue stabbed inside her. She loved the feel of his strong, black hands on her white behind.
As his tool became more heated, his fingernails bore down into her flesh.
"That's the way to do it," she gasped, "Stiffen your tongue. Nibble my love button."
The slippery, sliding tongue had developed a passionate, plunging rhythm that was speedily bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
"Eat me," the teacher begged, as the black student continued pumping his threshing tongue into her. Now, he pulled her legs wider apart, burying his face deeper into her defenselessly spread cunt, his lashing tongue darted in and out, wiggling against the soft glistening walls of her vagina.
The teacher twisted into an instinctive response.
Arching her back, she tilted her pelvis up and felt his finger probing for her anus.
Now he stabbed his finger up her asshole as his tongue continued whipping around inside her vagina. She was moaning aloud now, as his tongue lapped her throbbing pussy. She could feel her orgasm rushing on.
No one had ever loved her like this. The combined action of his tongue licking her hot pussy was different as well as the exquisite pleasure of his finger gliding smoothly up her tight asshole. Grasping the young man's head, she pinned him to her pussy, panting, "I'm juicing! Eat me! Eat my pussy!"
Stan eagerly ate her. He loved the taste of pussy juice, and nibbled her clit for seconds. Sure enough, his bite brought more hot white spray, and he licked her pussy clean.
Sliding his tongue out of her, he grinned. "You sure juice nice, Teach."
"Oh, Stan," she groaned, twisting about and clutching at the sheets, "I-I never got loved like that before!"
"I'm going to do a lot more stuff you never done before, and you're going to like it!"
Proudly Stan held his huge black cock in his hand and, with blazing eyes, announced, "you're going to suck my big black dick, Teach."
The virile, hot-blooded young man didn't waste any more time on words, but went into action.
Moving forward, he straddled her, letting his black bottom momentarily rest on her bosoms as he proudly displayed it for her to see. It was so big! Bigger than any man's penis she'd ever seen before. Thick and big and swelling with hot excitement, he pulled the foreskin back, revealing his prick's smooth, rubbery head.
She watched, half-frightened, yet greatly stimulated as she saw some juice starting to surface at its meaty head. The huge cock moved closer and closer to her mouth as he lifted his buttocks off her bosoms.
"Play with my balls first," he begged her.
Reaching out, Carol gently stroked his swinging black balls. As he felt her fingers touching him in this intimate area, his ass quivered with excitement.
"Oh, yes, Teach-yes," he groaned. "Massage my balls for me. I like that!"
Her fingertips continued pressing and pulling on his black balls, and then he begged, "Lick them! Use your tongue on me down around my nuts."
Moving forward, his knees pressed into the mattress beside her arms, as he brought his thighs in tighter, and lowered his black ass, his balls swinging loose and hot to be sucked.
Her hands gripped his thighs and her pink tongue tip licked his big nuts as she looked at him from down under. It made Stan's cock quiver, as her tongue lashed away at his testicles.
"Lick them for me," Stan begged. "Come on, baby-lick my nuts. Now-now, you're doing it! Yes, baby, yes!"
Grasping his black dong in his hand, he pumped rhythmically as his balls swung back and forth with the teacher's tongue lapping away.
This was something Carol had never done be fore with any lover and it surprised her that she could do it with him. As her hot tongue teased his testicles, driving him on with his hand-pumping action, building in momentum, she thrilled to letting her untamed lusts cut loose.
"Now, open your mouth, Teach," the vigorous, black young man demanded, "and suck my nuts!"
Opening her mouth, he lowered himself into her. It was difficult to get both big balls in, but she managed.
Once encased within the warmth of her mouth, he smiled down at her.
"That feels mighty good," he told her, but judging from the sticky substance that was starting to flow at the tip of his thick cock he knew it was time to let her blow him.
"Just a minute more," he told her, as he felt her tongue lightly lapping on his balls. "Now-now-grab my cock, and suck it off. I want you to eat it, Teach. I got a good load in those balls for you."
She eased off his balls, and lay back.
Her hands released his thighs to reach back and grip his bare ass, and then Stan lowered his hips so that the head of his huge cock brushed rubber-like against her lips.
She closed her eyes, and let her pink tongue tip lash its juicing surface. The taste of his sticky sperm was a searing, stimulating pleasure.
Opening her eyes again, she saw his huge cock looming in front of her as he slowly slid himself in. Her lips fastened on his cock as he drove in. He was treating her like a whore, and Carol loved it.
Slowly thrusting his hips back and forth, he continued shoving his cock into the warm moisture of her mouth.
"Slip a finger up my asshole, while you're eating my cock," he smiled.
Parting his ass cheeks, with one hand, she guided a finger slowly up his tight anus.
"That's good," he told her, as he pumped back and forth, as he watched her cheeks suck in. He began to increase the tempo and strength of his thrusts, eager to explode his hot, creamy cum in her mouth.
Her lips fastened on the head of his black penis shaft like a demented animal, deprived of food. He let his fingers slide through her hair as he watched her suck.
The impact of his vigorous thrusts stimulated her to a sexual frenzy she never imagined existed before.
"Eat my cock," he begged. "Eat it, baby-that's it. Get the juice out of it!"
Then he seized her head, and stabbed his cock down her throat savagely.
"It's a long cock, baby," he gasped. "Nine inches! And I want to feed you every damned inch!"
Ramming it down her throat, Stan watched his balls slide around her mouth.
It seemed as if they were one at this moment. With his forward lurch, Carol's finger had slipped out of his asshole and she was clamping on his black ass-cheeks, squeezing them, massaging them, loving them.
This young boy had brought out the hidden carnal lusts deep within her, and now that he was pounding his pecker down her throat, she knew but one desire-his lusty, untamed desires.
"Eat it," he demanded. "Eat my cock!"
At this moment, Carol suddenly thought of what society might think of her. It tormented her that such a thought should surge into her consciousness at the height of her sexual frenzy.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh," he groaned, throwing his head back, as he pulled his peter out, so he could unload his juicy load in her hot mouth. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
The hot flash of creamy cum shot into her mouth, and she swirled around with her tongue, enjoying its sweet taste.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, suck all the juice out of my pecker meat," he panted. "Yes-keep sucking on it!"
She didn't slip off the head of his cock until she'd finished getting all his sticky cum. Then, when she released it, Stan looked down at her proudly, and asked simply, "Good load?"
She nodded. He got off her slowly, pinching her nipple on her left breast and laughing, "Wouldn't the kids at school flip if they could see us eating each other?"
She looked at him in half-shock and said angrily, "Whatever you do, Stan-don't tell anybody! Do you understand? You don't tell anybody!"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Stan turned to her and shrugged, "I'm not telling anybody-don't worry!"
Feeling the need of a drink as fear momentarily seized her, Carol got to her feet, and went to the living room.
Stan heard her mixing her drink, and called out, "Make one for me too."
"Sure," she told him, as she fixed two drinks. Bringing them back into the bedroom, they both sat on the bed, quietly sipping their drinks.
CHAPTER THREE
When they had finished their drinking, Stan became talkative, "Someday I'm going to be famous. I'm going to be a basketball star, and outfox all those cats who study those damned books all the time."
"That's good," she told him. "But-but, you've got to get educated."
"I'm getting educated right now," he laughed. "If I don't become big in sports, I can make it in bed!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'll find me some rich widow or divorcee and keep her motor happy."
"Don't you have any other ambitions than, that?"
Stan thought a moment, then grinning broadly, "Sure Teach-I want to get me all the pot I can smoke-and I'll have me a fucking good time."
"Why do you want all that awful pot to smoke?"
"Cause then I can fly-I can do anything!"
"Anything?" she demanded, "What do you mean-"
"I mean when I'm talking to a chick I can say anything, and when I'm fucking her I can do anything-" As the teacher lay there with her legs spread apart, Stan looked at her pussy hair along her slit and her curving ass cheeks. She couldn't help notice the glance at her crotch.
"What do you want? I'll do anything you want me to!"
"Will you?" the boy smiled shyly, looking at her vagina as his imagination suggested all sorts of things he might do with her.
Reaching down to her vagina, Carol gently stroked it. "All right," he grinned. "I'll eat your ass out-and then you lick my black ass."
Carol's creamy white thighs embraced him as he crouched over her there. His tongue slid along the slit and then he drove it into her. Getting his tongue sticky from some more vagina juice, he pulled it out and dipped into her asshole.
Carol's buttocks wiggled about as new-found thrills forced her to reach out and grip the sheets, wadding them up in her hands.
"Ohh, lick my ass," she begged. "Lick it!"
It was a strange thing to find such stimulating pleasure eating her asshole, Stan knew. Yet, he enjoyed it, and she loved the sensation of the sliding, sticky tongue gliding up there.
The hot tongue pumped up there savagely, and then she felt a finger gliding into her vagina. She enjoyed the double action, and wiggled about so much Stan found it difficult to keep his tongue sliding into her, and not at all easy to keep his finger moving forward.
She arched her pelvis forward, and pleaded, "Eat my ass out! Ohhh, Stan, lick! Just like that!"
The sensational pleasure she was enjoying now was building to a fantastic moment of climax.
"Ohhh, I'm juicy," Carol groaned as the finger in her pussy and the tongue sliding up her asshole brought her to a climax.
Eagerly, the young boy pumped his tongue into her and licked. He clasped her ass-cheeks in both hands and let his tongue burrow into her, finishing her off.
Withdrawing his tongue, the teacher let her legs spread as she relaxed.
"I-I enjoyed that," she assured him.
"Me too-you see what I mean," he continued, reaching up to play with her bosoms, massaging their nipples vigorously, "about wanting to try everything!"
"Oh, yes, yes," she exclaimed. "I-I really dig that! It's a lot of fun!"
"Now," he smiled, "I want you to lick my black ass out." For a moment, the teacher didn't reply. And then, she decided she might as well respond. "All right, why not?"
"Sure," he laughed, "I eat your ass out, you eat mine-democratic sex!"
"Yes." Carol gulped nervously as he suddenly straddled her face and began lowering himself over her.
Reaching up, Carol gripped his black thighs and then he continued pressing all the way down till her tongue was touching his tight, puckered anus.
"Don't be afraid of it." He smiled as he watched her in the mirror. "Go ahead! Pump your hot tongue up my asshole."
The slippery tongue surged up his behind, and suddenly they were in the middle of one of the wildest sex acts they could ever imagine. For the teacher was letting her tongue slide back and forth on his tight anal channel as he rode her tongue like a slippery slide.
"Beautiful," he groaned. "That's how you eat ass! Oh, suck ass, Teach. Suck my black ass good!"
He was becoming more and more excited now, as the action continued.
"Ohhh, yes-yes-all the way up my tight asshole, that's how I like your tongue to stab up there!"
He was delighted now, as her tongue surged up there, and he rode down on it in even regular movements.
In the meantime, his hot hand pumped his black dick. Grasping it firmly, he enjoyed watching it swelling in size. He had to slow down his pumping, as he'd splash his sperm-juice all over her if he did.
Developing an even hand rhythm, he asked her, "Pull on my cock, while you suck on my ass!"
Releasing her grip on his thigh, she reached up with one hand and began pulling his peter. He loved the feel of her hand grasping, and jerking.
"That's the way to do it," he complimented her, "Ohhh, ahhh-yes-yes. That's how I want you to do it!"
The fantastic pleasure that was building in her now, made her work her tongue farther up his wiggling, tight asshole.
"Oh, yes, yes, Carol, baby," he panted. "Jerk it! Rim my ass. Keep that double action going, sweetheart!"
While Stan wanted her to do him this way, he still didn't want her to continue for too long, for he knew that if she persisted too long at this rate, she'd be juicing, and he'd be coming too.
"Enough," he finally gasped. "Let me fuck your cunt!"
Easing her tongue out of his tight anus, she released his penis.
It didn't take him long to let his body sweep down over her so that his thick, black pecker was pointing at her pussy.
"Slide it in for me," he winked.
Gladly, reaching down she guided him into her hot, eager hole. And then he rammed it into her with savage thrusts.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he panted. "That's how it's done! Keep fucking!"
She wrapped her legs around his, and pushed back. Her hands reached out to grip his back, and reaching down she clasped his ass cheeks.
Now, he pumped into her with furious thrusts. She loved the feel of his smoothly sliding, big black cock as he rode into her.
Utilizing her vagina muscles to add to his pleasure, she squeezed his pecker.
"I like it when you grab my dick like that," he smiled at her. "Keep it up, and you'll have me shooting my wad in a minute!"
At this point, Carol's body was sweating, and so was Stan's body. Slapping against each other, they continued fucking wildly. The sound of their threshing bodies stimulated them both. They both were enjoying it immensely. And, it was the moment of climax that they both waited for.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he gasped eagerly. "Come on, baby, twist your tail for me!"
She ground her hips around, stimulating, exciting him, and bringing him closer, still closer to climax.
And then, Stan pressed his lips on hers. She loved the full-lips on hers. And when their mouths merged in a soul kiss, her body quivered. Opening her mouth, she let him slip his tongue inside. Frenching a moment or two, he pulled out.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I'm there!"
The hot juice surged into her as he got his rocks off, and she came too, groaning, twisting, and writhing in a fury of sexual frenzy.
"Oh, Stan," she groaned, "you have no idea how much I enjoy this! You really got me excited!"
Smiling down at her, he nodded, "Baby-it's easy riding!" He continued pumping his peter into her until he'd finished juicing. Then, slowly he withdrew.
He glanced at the clock on her nightstand, and grunted. "I-I got to split. I got a lot of things I got to do!"
"Like what? At this hour you've got something or somebody you've got to do?"
He smiled at Carol. Reaching over, he squeezed her breast, pressing his finger tight against the erect nipple.
"You took care of my balls. I got some business to tend to."
"Can't you tell me what it is?"
"No," he said flatly, "I-I can't."
She watched him slip into his tight fitting shorts, and then complete dressing. She still wondered what he was up to, and she was only too eager to find out.
"Promise me one thing, Stan," she pleaded, "never tell anybody about us."
Stan looked at her, and smiled, "I don't want to share your pussy, Carol. So, I'll keep my big mouth shut!"
Leaning over, he let his full, sensuous lips brush over hers, and then extending his tongue licked her lips.
Passionately, she pulled him tighter to her, and then, opening her mouth, enticed him to flip his tongue inside.
"Ohhh, baby," he panted, "I-I could fuck you all over again, but I must split."
He left, and she was alone at last. She tried to re-capture the erotic moments she'd spent with him. She wished they could have spent all night together. And, vividly it all rushed back to her, his head buried in her mound, his tongue lashing at her vagina walls, and then the juicy climax. She felt her crotch heating up and moistening as she thought about it.
But, more stimulating than that was the way he ate her ass out, and then brought her to another orgasm with his sliding finger. She couldn't help feeling prompted to reach down there, and toy with herself, as he had stimulated her that much.
Next, she recaptured his thighs coming down, as he pressed his slick black ass into her face. Vividly, she recaptured the excitement she felt when he begged her to lick his ass for him, and the thrills she experienced when she sucked ass, licked his big black balls, and then let him slide his huge shaft into her mouth and down her throat, thrusting to climax.
"Oh, Stan," she moaned, as she writhed in sexual fantasy, stimulated by the erotic thought of what he'd done to her.
Now, she couldn't resist the impulse. Her finger slid inside herself, and she pumped it.
All the time she was doing this, she was imagining it was actually Stan's huge penis shaft ramming away inside her. And the more she thought about it, the more stimulated, the more excited she became.
Her heels pressed into the bed, as she pushed her pelvis up to meet the two fingers she was thrusting into her hot, anxious hole.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me, Stan!"
For a blinding, climatic moment of climax, it seemed as if Stan's huge, black cock was driving passionately into her, and the hot spray of her own juices were actually his.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time Monday rolled around, Carol had gotten her thinking straight. She vowed that she would have no more sex relations with students, and someway, somehow, she determined she'd get this point across to Stan if need be.
The day went smoothly, and when the faculty meeting came at three, she felt prepared to attend. She sat next to the math teacher, David Jones, whose room was directly across the hall from her classroom.
David was a swarthy-skinned man, with warm brown eyes, and as he looked at Carol's blue eyes, he felt himself ignite.
"This is your first year teaching, isn't it?" he asked over coffee and doughnuts before the meeting had begun.
"Yes." She smiled. "Are you new too?"
"No." He grinned. "I'm an old hand at it. Been here three years."
They didn't have much longer to talk, for the Principal, Henry Robard, was calling the faculty to attention.
Taking chairs, everyone quieted, while the Principal rattled on about the do's, and don't's of teaching.
When it was all over, Mrs. Bartlett, the girls' vice-principal got up to make a couple of announcements, and then she dismissed the meeting.
As the teachers walked out, David suggested, "What are you doing for dinner tonight?"
"I've got an appointment to meet someone," she said. "Maybe another night-okay?"
"Good," he grinned, "I'd like to take you out and talk to you. Maybe my experiences in the classroom could be of benefit to you."
She'd no sooner walked in the front door of her apartment an hour later than she heard the phone ringing.
"Hello," she began. "Oh, Chuck, yes-I'm much better, thank you-sure, I'd like to go out for dinner-I'm starving."
"I'm starving for you," Chuck confided. "We can get together about six-thirty, if that is all right with you."
"That's just fine with me," she assured him. And then, when she'd hung up, she decided to take a relaxing bath. Going to the bathroom, she started filling the tub and stripping. As she glanced at her naked body in the mirror, she complimented herself silently. For it was evident she was well endowed from the beautiful large breasts down to her fur-trimmed thatch.
Dipping a foot into the tub, she pulled back. The water was too hot. Turning on some more cold water, she brought the water to a good temperature.
She lay back in the tub and began thinking. She was comparing Chuck to Stan. It bothered her when she compared her steady boyfriend to the sexy, black student Stan. For Stan's huge black cock outdistanced Chuck's by a couple of inches. And the virility Stan displayed when he'd go after her body brought her more delight, she knew, than Chuck ever could.
After taking time to relax, and rest, she got out of the tub, stepped over to the shower, and took a tingling cold shower, and then dried off and dressed.
She made it a point to use plenty of lemon-scented body splash, as she figured she and Chuck would probably get together after dinner. She knew how Chuck was when he didn't get his regular sex.
Dressing, she glanced at the clock and noticed Chuck would be there in five minutes.
About six-thirty-five, Chuck knocked on her door.
"Come in, baby." She greeted him at the door. "Oh, honey, you look just great! I thought you were sick!"
"I recovered!"
"I guess you did," he said, kissing her, and then sitting down and stretching out in a wing chair.
"Could I fix you something to drink before dinner?"
"A Manhattan would be just great," he said.
She fixed him a drink and mixed a martini for herself, and then he feasted his eyes on her bulging breasts.
She felt herself suddenly trembling. She wanted Chuck. She wanted to do all the things with him she'd done with Stan.
"Another drink?" she asked huskily.
"Don't mind if I do," he agreed.
As they both sipped the second round, she sat on the edge of the chair, and glanced down toward his crotch. When she didn't see him bulging, she figured it was time she put her body on display. Bending over, she gave him a superb view of her cleavage. He smiled appreciatively up at her.
She reached down and stroked his crotch, and she could feel him springing to life.
Wasting no time, Chuck placed his drink on the table beside him and caressed her bosoms.
"Let's have sex before dinner, honey," he winked. "It'll give us both a real good appetite."
Continuing her massaging movements with her hand, she nodded. Her eyes were growing misty, and her heart was pounding rapidly at the thought of sex with Chuck the way her student taught her to make love to his naked body.
She got to her feet, and strode toward the bedroom with Chuck following close behind.
She slowly undressed, deliberately trying to excite him to the point, where he'd cut loose and do everything.
When he saw her reduced to panties and bra, he still had his shorts on. Stepping over to her, he tugged at the elastic waist band, and then reached down inside her panties and groped her. She loved the feel of his hot hand stimulating her there.
Now, Chuck's cock was bulging in his shorts, and she could see traces of his cum.
"We'd better get cracking, baby," she smiled.
Chuck glanced down at his cum-stained shorts, and began pulling them off, revealing his swelling shaft.
By this time, Carol was so hungry for his cock, she pulled his shorts down to the floor, and he stepped out of them. As she got beneath him, he could see her firm, ripe breasts at a good vantage point, and when she got up again, he immediately unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He began massaging them and, bending over, let his tongue lash one nipple while he playfully pinched the other.
His cock was pressing against her lacy, black panties, and she could hardly wait for him to strip them off her.
She was eager to feel his hands slipping over her curvaceous bottom, but more importantly, slip his tongue over her slit.
As the hot urges surged through him, he pulled her panties off, and she stepped out of them. Dropping to his knees, he pulled her pussy close and, in an attitude of worship, slipped his hot tongue back and forth along her gash.
"Ohhh, Chuck," she whimpered. "Love me! Ohhh, honey, go in there with your tongue and love me!"
Chuck got to his feet, and taking her hand in his, "Let's do it on the bed."
Together, they got on the bed, as she pulled the bedspread back and spread out for him.
"Suck me all over," she begged, massaging her breasts vigorously, as her nipples became erect. Straddling her tempting naked body, Chuck began licking at her huge breasts. He focused his tongue action on her nipples and got her more excited as he went on licking and nibbling.
"Ohhh, I love that," she groaned in delight, her body writhing in the throes of sexual ecstasy. His hands reached down her smooth behind to grip her there. She loved the feel of his eager hands slipping around her smooth body, as his tongue lapped on her nipples, his teeth biting down gently.
Her heart was pounding rapidly, her breath coming short as the hot desire surged through her now.
He made a tongue trail down to her fur-t--rimmed triangle. And he let his tongue flip back and forth over her slit.
"Chuck," she panted, "lick my asshole!"
"What?" Chuck gulped, "I-I never licked anybody's asshole before and I'm not going to now."
"Oh, Chuck," she begged, vividly recalling what Stan had done to her down there, "please, please eat me!"
Chuck still didn't want to and let his tongue slip inside her womanhood.
"Baby," she begged, "I'll suck your ass out for you-if you'll do it for me!"
"Oh, what the hell," he laughed. "If it means that much to you-I'll do it."
Gently, grasping her ass cheeks, he buried his head in her crotch, and let his tongue tickle around her tight, puckered anus. Then, stiffening his tongue, he stabbed savagely up her tight asshole.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," she gasped in delight as her legs spread farther so he could have easy access to her asshole.
Keeping close watch of her pussy, while he ate her ass out, Chuck saw tell-tale droplets forming on her pubic hair. Slipping his tongue out swiftly, he flipped it into her vagina and he began licking. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them as he went on eating her pussy.
Her pussy juices were flowing freely and he was bolstered on by the delicious taste of her.
Her whole being was in the throes of rapture, and she writhed and bucked beneath him.
Chuck's sperm-filled balls were swelling, as he tingled to the excitement of grasping her bosoms, eating her vagina, and smelling the aroma of her loins.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, locking her legs around him. "Come on, baby-suck the juicy pussy!"
His fingertips pinched the nipples as he came closer, yet closer to climax.
"Ohhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she groaned, her body washed in waves of sexual ecstasy.
Bearing down with his teeth, he nibbled at her love button. More juices cut loose from her cunt as his lust crazed tongue continued sweeping inside her velvety vagina. Varying the pace of his tongue stabs, he began lashing her clit for strong strokes.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, baby, yes," she groaned in delight as she juiced some more.
He didn't pull his tongue out of her until he'd given her a wild time she wouldn't soon forget.
When he did withdraw, she was panting, "Ohh, Chuck-you really showed me some good loving down there! I enjoyed that-immensely!"
"So did I," he assured her, patting her buttocks in a playful mood.
Scratching the back of his neck, Chuck was thinking. He couldn't recall anytime previously that she'd been so totally stimulated, and he wondered what turned her on like this.
"What got you so hot for me to eat your pussy, tonight?" he asked Carol bluntly.
Shrugging, Carol knew she could never reveal the fact a vigorous black athlete student she taught in high school had introduced her to a variety of sexual stimulations.
"Oh, I don't know," she smiled. "Guess I just needed some action like that!"
"I used to try to get you to do a lot of things," Chuck reminded her, "and you weren't interested!"
"That was then," she said. "Now I am interested!"
Chuck got off the bed, and fixed himself another drink. Then, lighting a cigarette, he sat beside her.
"Haven't forgotten you promised you'd suck ass if I ate yours, have you?"
"Of course not, baby," she said, reaching down to grope his genitals.
As she toyed with his penis, she got it hard again, and then, he suggested, "Why don't you lick my chest-like I licked you all over, and then suck my ass, lick my balls, and blow me!"
Reaching out, he snuffed out his cigarette, and put his drink on the nightstand. Stretching out, he put his hands back of his head, and watched her, as she straddled him, just as he had straddled her. Her breasts brushed excitingly over his chest, as she started the slow descent to his cock.
He loved the feel of her sticky tongue lashing at him, as she sucked his chest, licked down to his navel, and then he parted his legs, spreading them in an open invitation, "Suck my asshole and suck it good!"
Reaching up, she gripped a pillow and wadded it up. Then, placing it under his behind, she brought her face close to his tight anal opening. Hesitantly, she started licking all around his asshole.
"Keep that up," he begged. "Yes, baby-suck ass!"
He enjoyed watching her down there and particularly enjoyed the feel of her slapping tongue as she lashed at his tight anus. His balls were swelling, and he was becoming more excited every moment.
"Stick your tongue up my asshole," he insisted. "I ate yours, baby-turnabout is fair play!"
She wasted no time in licking him there. Although, now that she was faced with the reality of his asshole before her, it didn't seem like an act Carol wanted to perform at all. It was puzzling to her how the idea appealed to her, and the first time she'd been forced to do it with her young student Stan, she had simply gone ahead and done it.
Now, she was finding it difficult to comply with Chuck's eager request, "Go ahead-pump your tongue up my asshole, honey-I'm horny for that!"
Closing her eyes and clasping his ass-cheeks tightly, she let her tongue stiffen and she stabbed it up there.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes," he groaned in delight, as she pumped her tongue up there. "I-I like that," he gasped, "Yes, baby, yes! Do it!"
Reaching up, Carol gripped his penis and began pumping it while she ate his ass out. He loved the feel of her slippery sliding tongue invading his tight anus while her hand pumped on his pulsating penis.
"Keep that up," he gasped eagerly, "keep pumping me! That's the way I like it! Yes, ohhhh, yes, baby, yes, grab that dick! Show me how it's done!"
The pleasure had him so excited, Chuck was twisting all over the bed at this point, thus making it difficult for her to continue sliding her passionate tongue up his tight anal channel.
"Rim it-rim my asshole," he grunted, and then he recalled the two other times in his life he'd had his ass eaten out. The first time it was a high-school chick who charged $10 for a cocksuck, and $5 more for an asssuck. He'd paid it gladly, just like his buddies had. And the girl was good at it. All went well until the girl had gotten pregnant and dropped-out of the ranks of high school whores. Next, it was a placed called Lick Alley in Viet-Nam where the women in this section of whore-town specialized in using their mouths, their lips, their tongues, their teeth-in doing anything. The guys on the base were raving about what fantastic head-jobs and asssucks the women there could give, and one weekend he found out for himself they were sooo right.
Now, his steady girl was asking him for asssuck action and he was only too eager to comply. But he didn't want to get her on this asssuck binge to the point where she'd neglect his dick, as he was eager for it to be sucked-off too, as he knew his balls were loaded, and ready to explode.
It was strange how once Carol had started licking his asshole like this, she didn't really mind. She continued stabbing it up there, and she enjoyed watching his tight anus wiggle as she jabbed her tongue up this most intimate of areas.
"Better nibble my nuts," he told her emphatically. "I'll enjoy that a lot."
Opening her mouth, Carol let him slip his balls inside. Her hot tongue swept over his testicles, exciting him to no end.
"Ohhh, ahh-yes, yes-keep that up," he begged as he felt her tongue sweeping over his balls. His ass quivered with excitement and he felt the juices boiling in his balls at that hot moment.
"Better suck my cock off quick, honey," he panted. Letting his balls slip out of her mouth, he enjoyed the erotic sight of her tongue lapping eagerly up the underside of his dick. He could hardly wait for Carol to cop it with her mouth.
And then, her mouth finally slipped over the meaty head of his thick penis. Vigorously, she sucked on it with almost sadistic ferocity. Nibbling lightly, she was bringing Chuck closer, still closer to climax.
Her fingers massaged his balls as her mouth continued sucking on the head of his cock.
"Suck me, baby," he begged. "Suck it. That's the way to do it-suck it, honey-suck it!"
Now, he was flipping out of his mind with delight as she sucked the head of his juicy penis.
"Keep sucking," he insisted, "that's the way to do it! Keep it up!"
As he bore down, generating a problem for her, as his cock was sliding farther and farther down her throat, she didn't resist. This was what she wanted, and as he pulled it back and shoved it forward, she opened her eyes so she could see the saliva-slickened surface of his huge cock shaft.
"Suck it for me," he begged. "That's how you do it! Suck that cock! Suck it off!"
The added excitation of her fingers playing with his balls was bringing Chuck to the point of no return. He wanted to make it last.
"Slow down, baby," he panted. "I-I don't want to shoot my rocks off so fast. It feels too good."
He slowed the tempo of his vigorous cock stabs, and she slowed down her mouth movements. "That's it, suck slow and easy!"
She was glad Chuck had slowed his tempo, as she enjoyed watching him in action.
It was a pleasure to see his ass wiggle as the cock stabbed into her mouth rhythmically.
Then, she decided she might as well add another dimension of sexual excitation to the headjob. Letting a finger gently tease his puckered anus, she pried into his asshole and soon was finger-fucking him.
Feeling new excitement surging through him, his spine tingled, and Chuck wanted to fuck to blast-off now.
Reaching down, he gripped her head as he savagely thrust his pecker to the back of her throat, and then proceeded to give her a deep throat fuck.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, baby, yes, I'm coming! Suck the cream out of my cock!"
Apparently, the finger up his asshole, combined with the hot mouth action had brought him to a shattering climax. His body was sweating, and pumping as he panted. "Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes-that's the way I like it! Ohhhhh!"
The hot juice flooded her face, some of the sticky cum dribbling down her lips as she sucked the sperm out of his tool.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, Carol baby, yes," he groaned in passionate delight as he turned, and twisted on the bed.
He'd brought her there with a bang and she was enjoying swallowing him.
"That's enough-that's enough," he finally had to tell her, as her continued sucking on the head of his cock made it tickle. He smiled as she released his penis and lay back, cradling her head in his crotch.
"Honey, you were on fire tonight." Chuck flashed her an appreciative smile.
"I guess I was kind of hot tonight!"
"You bet your ass you were," he said. "I wish you'd been more like that when we first started going steady."
Knowing this question might lead to the next question which would logically be, "what happened that changed everything?" Carol looked away.
And then she heard him echo her thoughts, "What made you change, honey?"
Turning back to him, she smiled and spoke softly, "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to try something different."
"At last you're uninhibited!" He smiled, happily. "And it's about time."
"Shouldn't we be going out to dinner?" Carol questioned, glancing at the nightstand clock, whose hands pointed to nine-fifteen.
"Is it that late already?" he asked.
"Time passes quickly when you're enjoying it as much as we were," she teased, getting to her feet and going to the bathroom.
Chuck followed her into the bathroom, and they took a brisk shower together. They dried each other off, and amidst many kisses, Chuck insisted, "Let's get married! Then, we could do this all the time. Wouldn't that be great?"
"It would," she acknowledged, but her mind was somewhere else. She was thinking of Stan, and the wild sex time they'd experienced together.
"Tell me when," he insisted, "I can hardly wait!"
"Right now is a bad time," she explained. "It's my first year of teaching, and adjusting to that is enough for one year."
"Would adjusting to marriage with me be that difficult?" Chuck asked earnestly, as they stepped back into the bedroom, and began dressing.
Shrugging as she slipped into some fresh panties, she shook her head, "it isn't that-I just want to wait until spring. Next June. That's the ideal time for a marriage, not the fall."
"Are you sure that's the only reason you're putting me off?" he demanded.
"Of course, I'm sure," she laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
That evening proved a turning point in Carol's sex life, for she understood as never before just how much raw, uninhibited sex meant to her. She knew she enjoyed variety, and doing everything. But what she also knew now was that what had begun as sexual curiosity was swiftly becoming a compulsion, for she wanted sex-sex, and more sex.
At school the following day, her eyes fell on a new student who entered the classroom and once more she felt under a magnetic spell. For she was compellingly attracted to him, and found herself focusing her eyes on his bulging crotch. It was evident to her that he had a crush on the cute chick sitting next to him, and this was stimulating him. All of a sudden, she decided she would find some way to have him, to know him. She was glad he was a new student as that would give her an excuse to speak with him after class.
"Harold," she smiled. "I'd like very much to speak with you-after class!"
"Sure, Teach," he told her. "I'll be glad to stay." That brought a ripple of laughter to the classroom, and this was followed by the shrill sound of the bell announcing class break time.
"What did you want to see me about?" he asked. "I've got to get to my next class."
"I want to give you some special tests to determine where you are in relation to where the students are in my class-"
"Sure," he nodded. "Catch you later, Teach."
"After school you come here," she said emphatically. He stood in the doorway impatiently.
"Do I have to?"
"You do," she insisted.
He nodded, turned and darted down the hall, obviously anxious to get to his next class period.
As a whole new batch of students hurried into the room, Carol Carter's mind was pre-occupied with the handsome, young student to whom she'd just spoken. He was as different as night and day from the first student she'd known sexually. Harold Halverson was blond and blue-eyed. The one thing he did have in common with Stan was his athletic, muscular build. And this fact stimulated her imagination. It made her crave the opportunity to see him naked, to know him with her tongue, to feel his cock which she imagined was at least nine inches long, stabbing mercilessly into her vagina. She knew she'd clasp it tightly, massaging it with a hot, clasping movement until he juiced. It was all so easy for her to imagine.
"Hey, Teach-what we going to do today?" a little girl in the front row asked her.
"Ohhh, yes-yes-" Her jaw trembled nervously, as a flash of guilt hit her. It almost seemed, for that embarrassing split second when she'd forgotten her students that they could see her thoughts, as if they were projected in naked, fornicating images on the screen of her mind.
"Today," she swallowed, regaining her composure, "we will write. Yes, I want you to write during class today on the topic I'll put on the board for you, so you won't forget it."
Turning, she stepped to the blackboard, and picked up the white piece of chalk and wrote, "My most exciting experience."
A tall, Mexican boy in the back of the room raised his hand, and asked curiously, "You mean like the time I caught this big fish-something like that!"
"Yes," she nodded, scratching the side of her face nervously, "that sounds like an excellent theme. Go ahead and write about it."
"Can it include my experiences with the opposite sex?" the little girl in the front row smiled proudly.
"Yes," she agreed, "but I expect you to keep it within the bounds of decency."
"I always do," the girl smiled. "At least, most of the time!"
Then Carol stepped back to her desk, and began going through some of the homework of the previous class. At least, she thought to herself she wouldn't have to be confronted with a zillion questions that would zap her and leave her exhausted. Having them do something would stimulate their imaginations, maybe even trigger some creative juices and set the English period into a meaningful frame.
The class sped by swiftly, and then she had a free period for the last forty five minutes. The little girl, Marion, who sat in the front row and said she'd write on her experiences with the opposite sex intrigued her. She picked her paper up first to read, and found Marion was making spelling and punctuation errors all over the place, but she was indeed relating some colorful, if crude experiences to say the least.
"I learned about men from Mom," her theme began. "Mom wasn't doing nothin' wrong screwing around with different guys, cause Daddy was nowhere-I mean he skipped when she had me."
A noise stirred the teacher from reading as a bird sailed to a limb on the tree near the window, and as Carol looked at the small bird, she envied its freedom, it ability to fly, and she wished she could escape from some of her own troubling sex feelings.
Returning to reading the theme, she read, "I watched Mom make out with Jimmy one night, and I saw how they fuck. I wanted some man to make love to me, and slide his big old pecker into my eager pussy. But, I didn't want to make it with some high school cat. I wanted Jimmy. And I got Jimmy when Mom couldn't get off work from the restaurant one night, and I got Jimmy to let me unzip his fly, and pull his peter out. He didn't mind none, and even taught me how to give head.
"Jimmy explained it was real important not to rush. He told me how to use my tongue and all, and then slip my mouth over it, and he shot me a good load.
"We didn't have time that night for him to eat my pussy, but he calls me up one other night, and we made a date to do it in his car. First, he slips his big old tongue in my twat, and oils it when I juice.
"Next, he pulls out his pecker-meat and slips it to me. I never felt anything half so good as Jimmy pumping his big old prick to me. I mean, it was fantastic! I grabbed it with my gooey cunt muscles and held on while he hammered his dong inside me. I told him right out, 'Fuck it, Jimmy, fuck it,' and fuck me, this cool cat did!
I mean, I got screwed that first time, like you wouldn't believe-" Marian's story ended abruptly, right there, and this disturbed the teacher for it had excited her so much just reading about Marion's brutally frank, lusty sexual encounters, that her mind blurred as she read the other themes, and out the corrections where they belonged.
When the closing bell rang, she wished she could find someone to slip it to her, and fast. She could hardly wait for the good-looking blonde student, Harold Halverson, to come to talk with her. And when ten minutes elapsed and he didn't show, she felt a strange torture-a desperation, she couldn't cope with. And then he did show.
"Sorry, Teach-I'm late. My last period is gym, and I had to take a shower and change back to my regular clothes."
"That's all right." She smiled, "I-I was just correcting homework."
"You wanted to test me, Teach?"
"Yes, Harold, if you'll just sit down I'll give you this abbreviated English test to determine where you're at."
"Oh, thank you-but couldn't we make it some other time!"
"Why?"
"Well, it's my first day, and I want to walk this chick home-and-"
"Harold," she exclaimed, "you don't come to school for that sort of thing! You are here to get an education.
I'm afraid I can't let you out of the classroom for anything quite that frivolous."
With a hurt look on his face, he shrugged, "All right." She knew he didn't agree with her in the least, but she saw how quick she had to act if she was going to compete with the high-school girl that had caught his eye.
"Begin with this small test," she said, handing him a rather bulky English test.
"Small?" he asked. "This doesn't look very small to me. I'll be here all night."
As he was talking, the girls' vice-principal stepped in. Observing Harold taking the test, she asked about it, "Are you giving tests now?"
"Yes, just a check-up test to find out where Harold is, as he's a transfer-student."
"How thoughtful," the girls' vice-principal noted. "I'll have to give you a mention for this on your evaluation that is very professional."
"Why, thank you," Carol replied, feeling more than a little guilty, realizing the test was a cover for her uncontrolled lust for his young body.
When the girls' vice-principal was gone, she went back to her desk, and sat down so Harold would have a good view of her. She didn't cross her legs, but spread them, and when he glanced up, she saw his face redden with lusty desire. She quickly glanced down at the papers on her desk, pretending she was unaware of what he was looking at.
Sneaking glances up between reading and answering test questions, Harold, soon finding his mind a blur, felt like wadding the test up and tossing it in the waste basket. He could see an outline of pussy hair through her sheer panties, and there was nothing more in the world he wanted right then than to kneel before her, pull those tight, see-through panties off her pussy, and go down on her.
"How are you coming, Harold?" she asked him.
"Just fine," he replied nervously.
Getting up from her chair, she went over to his desk. Quickly, he placed his hand over his paper.
Then, she pushed his hand away, and saw he had barely answered any of the questions.
"What's wrong, Harold?" she asked in amazement.
"I-I don't know-"
"You don't know the answers," the teacher told the new student. "I think you'd better not tell anyone about this test."
Shaking his head, he asked, "Why?"
"Because if anyone knew how far behind you are, Harold, I might be forced to place you in the slow-learner group."
"Oh, no," he said anxiously.
"Harold, I want to help you," she continued.
"Oh, please do, Teach. Please help me. I don't want to be in that class. I couldn't try out for sports or anything if they put me in that."
"Don't worry, Harold," she said quietly, "there is a way you can bring your English score up to where it should be. I am willing to tutor you at my place, if you'd like that-but you mustn't let any other student know or they'd get jealous and say I was playing favorites."
"Oh, Teach," he said gratefully, "would you do that for me?"
"Yes, Harold," she smiled, "I will-but we must keep it secret. Promise me that! You understand?"
"My lips are sealed," he happily volunteered.
That night, about eight o'clock, Harold knocked on her door. Answering it, he observed Carol was wearing a filmy blue negligee that revealed the outline of her shapely body. And then he caught the scent of her perfume and he was more aware than ever before of what a sexy woman the English teacher obviously was.
"I guess we can study in here," she said, going to the living room, and sitting on the sofa.
Gesturing for Harold to sit beside her, she took out a notebook, and handed it to him.
"We'll go over the parts of speech first," she smiled. "A noun is-" When they'd gone through the eight parts of speech and their definitions, Harold had become so hot he could hardly stand it. Most of the time he had been side glancing at her bountiful bosoms, admiring the cleavage, and wishing he could touch them.
Finally, she spoke frankly to him, "Harold, honey-all evening I've noticed you looking at me strangely."
"Not strangely," he insisted, "I've been admiring you. You are really stacked. I mean, you're beautiful."
"Do my bosoms excite you?" The teacher laughed. "Is that what turns you on."
The embarrassing admission of such an intimate fact reddened Harold's hot face.
"Yes," he nodded, "they turn me on. I guess I'm a what they call a tit-man."
"A what?"
"That's what they call a man who gets all excited with big bosoms." he laughed.
"I think it's too bad boys your age can't see naked women," the teacher said sadly. "Do you realize Harold, a young man of fifteen or sixteen is at his peak of manhood-that he'll never be hotter-so to speak?"
"Is that so?"
"That's the truth-scientifically proven, and there's not a reason in the world why I shouldn't let you see my bosoms-except some silly fanatics in society."
Seizing the initiative now, as Harold felt his balls tingle, and his penis get harder, he smiled, "Shall we forget about the fanatics-and you let me see them-just a peek."
"I would-providing you promise you never tell anybody. Not that I personally think anything is wrong with undressing before you completely, Harold, but it's what others would say."
"You, you really don't think it would be wrong to strip for me, bare ass naked?"
"No, Harold," she smiled. "God made us naked, so there can be nothing wrong with being bare ass naked, as you put it. It wouldn't be wrong for me to see you naked either, for man and woman were created naked."
"I'll show you anything you want to see on me," he smiled eagerly.
"Why-why don't we go to the bedroom?" she asked huskily, rising and turning.
It didn't take Harold long to get to his feet, and follow.
"All right," he nodded, "we'll just be sex rebels-how about that?"
She turned to smile at him, and glancing down observed his swollen male member, and felt waves of desire mount in her torrid cunt.
"As long as we never tell anybody, it won't hurt anybody," she reminded him.
"You don't have to worry none about me," he assured her, following eagerly into her bedroom.
CHAPTER SIX
Realizing how eager young Harold was to watch her strip, Carol suddenly let the see-through negligee slip in a heap to the floor, letting her naked body catch his eye.
She raised her hands to cup her breasts, and massage them while he looked on in wonder and fascination.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "what a pair of knockers you got on you!"
"You like breasts a lot, don't you?" she smiled. "Some men appreciate the female bosom more than others!"
"I like what you got down there, too!" He smiled appreciatively at her fur-t--rimmed pussy. "I'd like to eat that!"
The teacher reached down to part her pussy lips for his hot eyes, and as she did so, she slipped a finger up there. He could just imagine his tongue or his cock sliding in there, and he could hardly wait to get out of his clothes, so he could take care of her.
Unzipping his pants, he hastily slid out of them. He unbuttoned his shirt swiftly, tossing it off, and then he had only his bulging-at-the-crotch shorts to remove. She walked over to him, and slipped them off, delighting in the feel of his firm, round buttocks.
Looking up at him, she smiled, "Baby, we can do everything! Nobody will ever know. It would be awful if you never had a chance to do all the things you've wanted to do-when you're the hottest, just because our ridiculous society won't acknowledge your sexual maturity."
"Oh, I agree, I agree," he said, reaching up to play with her breasts, while she toyed with his balls and began stroking his long, shiny cock.
"Do my cock first," he begged the teacher. "Blow me." She got to the floor and he spread his legs over her face. She reached up and he gripped her arms, holding her in place, while he swung his penis over her lips.
Harold was getting so stimulated now, as he brushed his penis-shaft over her mouth, he began juicing a little.
"Spread your legs for me so I can see your pussy while you suck my cock," he suggested.
Obligingly, she spread for him, and now he could have the double excitement of seeing her pubic hair, her parted pussy lips and thighs spread out on the floor while he drove his penis into her mouth. She tongued it eagerly, and then opening her mouth, she took him in.
"Suck it for me," he begged. "Go ahead-suck it!"
Inch by inch, he guided it into her and he found this standing position unique, for it allowed him a chance to see her beautiful bosoms, full-ripe, and nipples erect, as well as her spread-out pussy.
They were standing before a sliding glass closet mirror, so glancing up, he could catch their reflection as he thrust his cock into the teacher's hot, eager mouth.
"Ohhhh, I like that-come on, baby, suck it. Suck the head-suck it!"
She was whipping her tongue around his shaft, keeping her eyes open to enjoy the view of his ass-crack and balls from this angle. She enjoyed the hairy legs, the pubic hair that framed his huge shaft. But most of all she was stimulated by the taste of his sperm and she built up a suction cup effect in his cock to bring him to a climax so she could swallow his sperm-load.
Harold enjoyed the sight of her cheeks sucking in as he pumped his penis into her mouth, and alternately he'd look down to see his cock slipping into her mouth, or glance down at her bare body, with the spread out legs offering such a fantastic view of her vagina.
He could hardly wait to slip his tongue up there and eat her pussy. He remembered the first time he saw her pussy hair, at school. And it was even more beautiful than the vague view he obtained from where he sat in the classroom.
Now, she was sucking in earnest, apparently determined to bring him to climax, and quickly.
"Suck-suck my cock off," he told her flatly. "That's it! Suck-suck it! Suck it off!"
He was becoming hotter and hotter now, and he knew he'd be shooting the creamy juice in her face in a minute. But, he wanted to let it probe to the back of her throat first. Slowly, easing it in farther, she let her lips lightly release it, allowing him more thrust.
When she felt his cock touching the back of her throat, it got her so stimulated she was trembling.
"Suck-suck the cock-suck it off," he begged. "Now-now, you're doing it! That's the way I want it! Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, baby, yes-suck it off!"
Now he knew he was going to juice, and fast. His body was sweating as his throbbing penis pumped up and down on the brink of climax. His sweaty balls swayed over her face, and even the smell of his sweat didn't turn her off-if anything, it turned her on full sucking speed-ahead.
"Eat it," he commanded. "Eat my cock!"
With a final thrust, he jabbed it into her face, and shot his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he grunted. "Eat my load! Eat me!"
His hands fastened on her upraised arms as she sucked the seed out of his dick, and she didn't stop sucking until she'd completed the act.
Then she released it, letting it slip out. As it waved over her nose, she patted his ass-cheeks, thanking him.
"You sure gave me a good load," she smiled up at him. And before she could get to her feet, he was seated on the floor beside her.
"I want to eat you beside the mirror so I can watch," he told her.
"Zowie!" he exclaimed as he bent over her pussy and examined her closely.
He let his hands grip her ass-cheeks, as he positioned her so he could pump his tongue into her twat.
"I told you that sixteen is the year you need this," she smiled, "and I need you!"
"You're an oversexed woman." He smiled up at her and, reaching up, gripped her right breast, teasing the nipple with his fingertips.
"Let's move around this way," she suggested. "You can watch in the mirror better and so can I."
"I'll place you butt on a pillow," he smiled, getting to his feet and going over to the bed to get the pillow in place.
Slipping the pillow under her buttocks, he bent over. She lowered one leg so he could have a good view of what was happening in the mirror.
"Come on, baby, let's swing!"
And then, he let his tongue probe inside her. He had to grip her squirming buttocks because she was moving about the floor so much. His mouth rounded out in an O-shape, his lips covered the widespread young pussy. Guiding his face farther into her arching loins, he let his tongue search for her lovebutton.
Finding it, he nibbled, licked and lashed it. He could feel the wet flesh slipping around his long, extended tongue as the walls of her vagina opened and closed in hungry little sucking motions. He penetrated deeper, and deeper into her. It seemed as if the hungry pussy would rip his tongue off by its roots as he continued jabbing into her.
His nose was mashed against the hard clitoris above, inhaling pungent odors of her free flowing juices. The musky aroma of her pussy got his cock to a fresh hardness he could hardly control.
Now she wrapped her naked legs around him lovingly, thrilling to the fantastic sensations he was creating with her.
Every muscle in her body was tensing as he continued jabbing his hot, searching tongue savagely into her.
She was groaning in passionate delight as she felt him lashing about inside her hot hole. Her lust-crazed brain was thrilling now to the fantastic, lusty emotions he was creating.
Low guttural moans were emanating from the teacher, now that her pussy was being ravished as it never had been ravished before.
It was more ecstatically stimulating than anything she'd ever experienced before and she was writhing on the floor as he held her down.
Wanting to make it last, he reluctantly eased back from her hot, hungry cunt and, for a torturous moment, she thought he was stopping.
"No, please don't stop now, Harold! Pleeease!" She squirmed, as she felt him going back to his impassioned love-making. Gazing down at her blonde-haired young student lover, she became more stimulated than ever.
"Yes, Harold, yes," she gasped, as she felt his tongue stabbing viciously into her again. "Please-keep that up!"
She hated herself for the hot surges of desire that made her ache to have him tongue lashing her pussy.
Yet, this was what she wanted, and she had to admit it.
"Eat my pussy," she begged, anxiously. "Suck my cunt! Suck it!"
Now, he let his tongue stab into her with vicious insistence. He knew it wouldn't be much longer.
"Keep it up," she begged, "keep loving me!"
She was whimpering now, as she felt the probing pressure of his tongue increasing its pace in her elastic pussy. Reaching down, she parted the pink lips wider, and wider. She pushed harder than ever before.
He was panting now, his body vibrating, and sweating as he became overpowered with sexual stimulation.
Raw lust drove him on as he opened his eyes to gaze at her. He bit down on her clitoris, lashed it with his slippery tongue, and she juiced. The hot white spray in his face propelled him to an even harder dick. He knew he had to get off, and fast.
Spreading her thighs, Carol reached down to run her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, baby," she moaned in delight, "what a tongue fuck! Ohhh, ahhhh-yes, baby, yes, yes!"
It was a searing moment of blinding truth as Carol juiced for her sixteen-year-old horny student. He licked her moist cave until it was dry, and then slowly pulled his tongue out.
"Ohhh, baby," she groaned. "Come up here and kiss me!"
Letting her legs fall to the floor, he moved forward. Straddling her, he rested his knees on the floor and bent over to press his lips on hers. As he did this, Carol felt of his ass-cheeks, massaging them and patting him playfully.
Pressing down hard, she opened her mouth. He let his tongue slip into her mouth, and then they began Frenching. In the middle of a scorching Frenching session, Carol let her hand slip between the crack in his behind. She stroked him there, and finally brought her finger to his tight anal opening. Prying it gently, she managed to gently stab forward.
He loved the feel of her finger sliding smoothly up his tight asshole, once she got it past his tight anal opening, and he plunged his tongue in her mouth to the rhythm of her finger gliding up his hot and eager asshole.
Deciding it might feel good to him to let his hands feel of her behind while she was gripping his ass cheek with one hand and finger fucking his asshole with the other. He reached around to grip her buttocks. She loved the feel of his hot hands on her there.
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted, "that feels beautiful! I like that! I like that-a lot."
Now, he was looking into her eyes, imagining all the wild things he might do to her next. He was thinking what his older brother had told him about asshole fucking. He wondered if she'd let him drive his hammer-dong up there.
"I'd like to fuck your ass," he breathed huskily, his eyes, glazed with lust.
"Anything-anything you want to do is all right with me," she purred softly, her finger still sliding up his hot asshole.
"All right," he grinned, "Take your finger out of my ass, and I'll rock my cock up yours!"
She pulled her finger out slowly, and then he looked at her, eager to see her on all fours, with her ass arched up, so he could fuck.
"Baby," she said softly, "get some oil out of the medicine cabinet. I don't want you aiming that pistol up my asshole without a grease job."
"All right," he agreed, getting to his feet and walking to the bathroom, and looking in the medicine chest for some baby oil. He got the baby oil and poured it on his prick and came back to mount her.
"Use some on me, too," she insisted.
"All right," Harold agreed. Going back into the bathroom, he returned with the small plastic container. She was arched up for action, her head bending down.
Kneeling behind her, he fingered her asshole and used the oil to get it slick for his cock slide.
"I'm going to enjoy this ass ride." He smiled, "I've always wanted to fuck a woman up the asshole, but I've never found one, who would let me do it."
"I want to experience everything," she told him flatly. "I want to enjoy every thrill your big prick can give me and that includes getting it slammed up my asshole. But slide it in easy, at first."
Grasping her ass cheeks, Harold began slowly easing himself into her tight anal opening. She tensed.
As he pressed forward, he could see it would take a savage thrust to get it into her tight asshole. But he determined he would do so.
"Relax, Teach," he told her. "It'll make it easier on both of us if you do."
Finally, she did relax and, seizing this opportune moment, the young high school student plunged his hard pecker up her tight asshole with a furious stab.
"Oh, you're killing me," she groaned. "Stop it! Stop it!"
"Hang in there, baby," he told her, "it won't be much longer now-ohhhh, does that ever feel good!"
Just as he was slipping it in and out in piston-precision movements, she bucked up to him. He rammed it in hard, with a slam-bang jab.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he commanded, grasping her ass cheeks, and squeezing them.
She bucked back to him, giving him an assride he wouldn't soon forget.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes-twist that sexy ass for me. Ohhh, now-baby, fuck-off!"
He was ramming into her with even, regular strokes, and she was enjoying it immensely.
"Yes, baby, yes," he groaned in delight as he experienced the thrills connected with ass-fucking for the first time. It was evident to Harold instantly that the asshole was a tighter way to make it than the pussy. Not that he didn't enjoy cunt action, but this was a completely different sensation-something more thrilling. Her ass muscles grabbed at his sliding tool and the teacher found herself enjoying it too.
Glancing at the sliding door mirror beside them, young Harold thrilled to the sight of his huge cock slipping rhythmically in and out of her cream pitcher ass.
"Look at us, Teach," he suggested eagerly. "We're really riding!"
Carol glanced at their reflection in the mirror and she did find herself both fascinated and excited by what she saw.
"Ohhh, yes, baby, yes," she begged. "Sock it to me! That's it! Ohhh, I can't get enough of it. I want every inch you got to give, baby-come on and fuck me!"
It was an open invitation for action. And at this point, he stabbed her asshole without mercy.
"Play with my boobs, baby," she pleaded. "I want your hot, sexy hands all over me when you're riding that ding-dong dick of yours into my asshole."
Bending over, he gripped her bosoms. Pinching the nipples, excited and stimulated her to a point where she was so lust crazed, and hot to be fucked wildly, she churned her hips around. He brought his finger-tips tight on her nipples, exciting her to the point where she could hardly stand it.
"Fuck my cunt," she begged. "Reach down, Harold honey, and fuck it!"
Reaching down, Harold slid two fingers into her vagina, and drove them vigorously into her hole.
"Ohhh, baby! This is wild fucking! I only wish I had a cock in my mouth-then every hole would be getting it!"
The teacher had become a bitch in heat as he pounded his dagger like dick into her asshole.
Twisting and grabbing it with her ass-muscles he would soon put him there, but he wanted to make it last a blazing moment more. For the intense delight surging through his body now was unlike anything he'd ever known before.
"Give it to me," she begged as his fingers jabbed up her juicy vagina. "Yes, baby, yes-I like it both ways.
Your big cock riding up my rectum feels fantastic!"
There was no stopping him now. He was on fire to fuck her with all his might and power.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes," he groaned, as he pumped into her. Pulling his fingers momentarily out of her snatch, he raised upright. Reaching down, he grasped her bucking asscheeks and massaged them.
"Yes, baby, yes," he groaned. "Twist that sweet asshole of yours. Grab my joystick!"
Gladly, she gripped his penis in her slippery anal channel.
He was watching in the mirror now as the slick cock rode in and out of her asshole.
"Yes, baby, yes," he panted. "Fuck! Fuck it! Twist your ass! Now-now you're doing it!"
He enjoyed the sight of his big balls, bouncing on her bucking behind.
"Honey, get your fingers back in my twat," the teacher panted. "I'm almost there!"
Eagerly, he bent over once more, letting his chest collide tightly with her back. Reaching around, he gripped her breasts, pinching the nipples.
"Fuck-fuck it," he gasped. "Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes-fuck it off!"
The rock hard cock exploded in her hot, tight asshole. And as he deposited his gushing sperm load high in her asshole, she continued twisting around so he could complete the act.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes," he groaned in delight. "Fuck it off!"
Pumping his juices into her, Harold felt her spraying. The pussy juice was trickling down her inner thigh. All this bothered him as he hated to see so much juice go to waste.
Finishing his shooting action, he pulled his cock out of her swiftly and got down below her. He hastily drew her thighs to his sticky tongue and lashed against here there.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned in delight, "that feels fantastic! Let me slip it up there again!"
Jabbing his anxious tongue up her vagina, he brought her there again.
Carol was so stimulated she felt herself juicing in multiples. She enjoyed giving him the hot action he wanted and delighted to his tongue jabbing licking.
Completing eating her cunt clean, he pulled out. He flopped over on his back and lay there, looking up at her fur-t--rimmed slit.
"The view from here is super," he smiled.
"Want to eat my ass out too?" the teacher laughed.
"All right," he smiled. "And then you polish off my ass when I've licked yours."
"A deal," she agreed, lowering her butt over his face. Reaching up, he gripped her thighs. Holding them tightly, he pressed his tongue up to let it lick along the crack in her behind. Lowering still more, she brought it so tight over his face, he was smothered with her asshole.
"Stick it way up there," she begged. "That's how it's done-way up there!"
At this point, he was flipping out of his mind for she was reaching back to pull his meat while he ate her ass.
His hot tongue, developing piston-precision movements was giving her just the excitement she wanted.
"Eat ass," she said in a demeaning command that gave her a feeling of power and dominance over this virile, young stud. "Eat ass-eat it-eat my asshole!"
In between his hot ass licks and stabs, she would have a 'flash' of guilt. She would suddenly stop for a moment, wondering if she shouldn't tell him to stop, to yank his tongue out of her. But, as the insistent, plunging tongue produced waves of erotic delight surging through her, she continued.
Indeed the pleasure he was producing in her body at this point was almost more than she could stand.
"Suck asssuck ass!"
When Harold observed her dripping pussy, he pulled his tongue out of her asshole and swiftly stabbed into her moist, eager cunt. Whipping his tongue around, he drove her on to new frenzy, as she pumped his pecker.
"Eat me-eat my cunt hole," she cried like a whore on Saturday night when the fleet's in. "Suck that pussy!
Suck that juicy pussy!"
He wasted no time in making his tongue lashes count. Producing waves of electrical excitement within her, she juiced in multiple orgasms, much to his delight.
Pressing his mouth tighter to her twat, he finished her off, and finally withdrew.
Now, his huge pecker was ready for some more action. She didn't say a word, but wheeled around, pressing her knees down hard on the floor near his waist. And her ass bucked up in front of his face.
"Massage my butt, baby, and finger-fuck my asshole while I eat yours out," she pleaded. "Then I'll suck it off!"
As she waved her ass cheeks in front of him, he wasted no time in grasping them, massaging them, and stimulating her. Spreading his legs wide, he made way for her to go down on him. She let her tongue sweep along his ass-crack, and then she savagely stabbed the tongue up his tight, twisting asshole.
She continued pumping on his penis while her mouth pressed tightly over his anal opening. His body quivered to her tongue lashing action over his asshole.
Not stopping the methodical pumping for a moment, she let her tongue slide smoothly up his hot asshole.
"Stab it up there," he gasped, "suck my ass. Eat it... ohhh, just like that! Pump it way up there! Get your long tongue in gear and fuck my asshole with it!"
She lashed his ass cheeks some more, building up his desire to a passionate pitch.
"Ohhhhhh, Teach-reach up there with your tongue! All the way up there! That's what I want! Yes, baby, yes!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now.
"Shove it up there," he demanded, and then spreading his legs wider he made it easier than ever for her tongue to stab his eager behind.
She rode into his asshole as she went on pumping his pecker, all the while enjoying the sight of his jiggling, swelling balls.
"Eat asssuck ass," he demanded, and just the sound of these words, uninhibited, lusty, sensual-drove her on.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes, keep it up! Keep licking... ohhhh, baby-now, swing your mouth over my cock, and suck me off!"
Slipping out of his asshole, she swept to the top of his cock, and held it in her mouth, her lips fastening tightly over its meaty hot head.
"Eat my cock," he commanded. "Get the juice out of it!" She went down to his balls, jiggling them roughly as she went on sucking his mainstem.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes-I'll fuck your throat!"
With a lusty thrust, he rode his dick down her throat, and as the head of it massaged the back of her throat, his boiling ball juices erupted.
Instantly, pulling back so she could get the load in her mouth, his body writhed, and twisted. Groaning with passionate frenzy he demanded, "Suck it! Suck my juicy dick! Suck it off! That's the way, baby-suck that dick!"
She loved the sweet taste of his creamy cum and gladly swallowed. He watched her mouth movements now, enjoying the sight of her swallowing.
When she'd finished, she slid off slowly, gingerly playing with his balls.
He loved the feel of her fingers on his nuts, and he had to tell her how talented he thought she was.
"You're in the wrong profession, Teach," he laughed.
"Are you suggesting?" she smiled, "that I belong somewhere else?"
"You belong in a whorehouse," he said. "Any woman who can deliver like you do belongs there.
You could make a fortune with your hot mouth."
"Can't I enjoy sex and be a teacher too?" She laughed as she spread out on the floor and just lay there, looking at Harold's naked body with admiration.
"It can be difficult," Harold insisted, "with sex equipment like you got. Every guy in school will want to ball you. When word spreads, you're a nympho teacher, you'll be busy balling."
Harold laughed. Carol didn't. She was thinking about the grim reality he'd suggested. She'd never allowed reality to intrude on her good times, but Harold's comment brought the truth home to her with rugged impact.
"There's one more thing I'd like to do with you," he smiled.
"What's that?"
"Well, like I told you when we first started balling," he explained, "I'm a tit man. I like the feel of soft tits, and it would drive me out of my mind if you'd let me slide my peter between those big boobs."
"Haven't you had enough?"
"I guess I'm like a kid in a candy store," he chuckled, "I-I can't get enough!"
She glanced down at his now limp cock.
"You've had enough," she insisted. "It's soft now."
"Suck the life back into my cock," he said, "and then I'll run my cock between those gorgeous tits of yours."
"All right," she agreed, bending over, and putting her mouth to his cock once more. The sticky crusted sperm remaining on the head of his slippery penis tasted good to her. She licked it to erection.
"Now, just lie back and let me slip my banana between your bosoms," he smiled.
At this point, the huge cock slid between her big breasts. He gripped her bosoms, and massaged his penis.
"That feels fantastic," he said. "Yes, baby, I like that! Real groovy."
As he thrust it back and forth, she continued massaging. The pleasure was building now, and he didn't want it to stop until he'd slid into her vagina. This was the one remaining hot hole of her body that challenged him to action.
He slid his slippery cock out of the position between her great breasts, aiming for her pussy.
She spread herself so it was easy for him to obtain entrance. She glanced to the mirror to catch the erotic reflection of him entering her body.
The warm folds of her vagina gripped him as he pumped into her.
"You're nice and tight," he smiled. "Feels good."
He rode into her cunt with even, regular thrusts, and her vagina muscles grasped him firmly.
Now she let her hands wander down his back, until she was slipping a hand between his asscheeks. And then, her finger plunged up his asshole.
"Fuck it," he demanded, "come on-fuck fuck it!" He enjoyed the anal action and she was enjoying it too.
"Keep it up," she panted. "That's the way to do it! Come on, baby, fuck-fuck it good!"
The continuous rocking action of his cock attacking her vagina was bringing her closer, and closer to a scorching climax.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned, "won't be much longer now! I'm going to shoot my rocks off in a minute."
She went on thrusting her finger up his tight asshole, determined to get him there as swiftly as she knew how.
"Fuck me,' she begged. "Fuck me-I want every inch of that cock of yours."
He slammed into her with all his might. "Sock it to me!" She ground her hips around and the cock exploded.
She juiced at the same instant, coating his cock with her creamy love juices.
"Oh, keep pumping that finger up my asshole," he told her. "I like that a lot."
She went on sliding her finger back and forth, effectively massaging Harold's prostate gland until he'd juiced.
Now that he'd completed shooting, he guided himself out, allowing some of his dribbling cock juice to drip on her stomach.
"I sure enjoyed screwing you," he smiled.
"I enjoyed it too," she admitted gladly, "more than I have with anybody else."
As she lay there, she couldn't help wonder if he caught on to the fact this was what she wanted when she suggested coming over to her place for homework.
"Harold," she asked, "did you suspect I wanted sex from you?"
"No," he smiled. "I really didn't I guess my hot eyes got to focusing on your snatch-and I didn't see anything or feel anything but a desire for your cunt."
"Oh, you make it sound so romantic," she teased.
"Well, let's face it," he expounded with youthful wisdom, "when a guy is horny for a dame's pussy, he's not thinking about moon, and spoon and June-he's thinking of getting his rocks off in the doll's cunt-to be blunt!"
"Hmmmmm, you do speak bluntly, that's for sure!"
"I'm no hypocrite," he declared. "I tell it like it is!"
"Maybe I felt the same way toward you, Harold," she smiled, delighted to let him know she had passions that could be ignited, just like his for raw, unadulterated sex.
"Do women get as horny as men?"
"Certain women do," she said emphatically.
"Oh, yeah-the nympho kind-right?"
"Right-on," she replied. "You are learning a lot about sex-"
"You know what I'd like to tear into right now," he winked.
"Some kind of an animal?" she smiled.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I'd like to eat one-I'm starving."
CHAPTER SEVEN
When he noticed she was slipping into her panties before fixing him some food, Harold objected. "Don't put any clothes on-I like you bare ass naked."
"I can't cook in the nude." She laughed as she stood there with her panties pulled half way up her legs.
"Oh yes you can," he said emphatically. "I'd enjoy watching you in the kitchen when you are naked."
She decided a man-sized steak would be the thing he'd enjoy more than anything, and she wasted no time in its preparation. However, Harold was feasting his eyes on her bosoms as they moved when she was eating.
"Harold," she asked curiously, "what do you think of a teacher who has sex with her students-like I did with you!"
"I-I think it's disgusting," he said, pretending he was outraged, "it's indecent, and immoral. You should have a big 'A' pasted on your pussy, for the adulterous life you lead."
"Harold," she said seriously, "how-did you get your first piece of ass?"
"That is a story that should be told." Harold smiled, rising and wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Let's go back to your bedroom with a bottle of booze."
"You drink?"
"And smoke pot," he laughed. "That is no laughing matter," she said, "what do you want to drink?"
"What have you got?"
"The big three: vodka, whiskey, and gin. What do you want?"
"Whiskey," he smiled.
She took the bottle of whiskey, a bottle of mixer, and some ice cubes and they went back to the bedroom.
"You aren't the regular teacher at all," he laughed. Pouring his drink for him, and handing it to him, she asked, "Aren't you glad I'm not?"
"Bet your ass, I am!" He nodded, sipping his drink, and thinking about the first time he fucked a woman.
"You started young, didn't you?" she finally asked.
"How could you tell?"
"It wasn't difficult," she declared. "As a matter-of-fact it was very easy to figure that out. You fucked me like a stud."
"That's what my Aunt Harriet called me," he chuckled, "a stud!"
"Why did your Aunt Harriet call you that? Did you confide in her?"
"I had to," he explained. "My Mom and Dad died in a plane crash when I was twelve years old."
"How awful," she said, her eyes growing suddenly misty.
"It was awful," he nodded grimly. "How about another drink?"
"Yes, of course," she said, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and pouring it generously into his glass. She added a small amount of mixer and some ice cubes.
"That tragedy changed your life-didn't it?"
"Yes," he nodded, "I suppose it did. I went to live with Aunt Harriet after that."
"That's too bad," the teacher shook her head sadly.
"In some ways, I guess it was. You see Aunt Harriet was a widow. Her husband died four years before Mom and Dad died.
"She said she was glad to have a man back in the house-and I guess that was the truth."
"She didn't try anything funny with you, did she?"
"Yes," he nodded, "when I was twelve. We went on a trip to Chicago-and at the hotel they only had one room, with one double bed. We took it."
"And?" she asked, wondering how it happened.
"I didn't think nothing of it," Harold said solemnly, reminiscing. "That is until the middle of the night, when I felt her hands sneaking down between my legs, and she had her arms around me and all."
"What happened?"
"Aunt Harriet flipped around and faced me. And she grabbed my cock and slipped it into her pussy smooth and nice."
"That's awful! She molested you."
"Not really," he said quietly. "I-I wanted her to let me fuck her. My eyes had seen her, and I knew what her pussy looked like. I caught her in the bathroom once, stepping out of the tub."
"How long did this go on?"
He didn't answer.
"Harold," she repeated, "how long has this been going on?"
"I'll tell you," he finally blurted, "it's still going on right now! She'd kill me if she knew I was screwing you."
"Why, that's terrible! You have every right to you own life, and she would deny you the sexual experiences you must have to mature into manhood."
"Isn't it awful?" he said, his forehead creasing in a frown as he thought about it.
"It certainly is," she agreed, "she's molesting you, baby, and it isn't right!"
"What about you and me?" he asked, scratching his cheek nervously as he asked the question, "aren't we doing something wrong?"
"I thought we were doing it just right," she teased. "We both ignite when we connect that way."
"But I'm still a minor," he reminded her.
"Damned if you're not," she said, breathing deeply, as he suddenly dropped her back down to earth with the terse truth.
"I suppose we shouldn't meet again," he said quietly. "But I want to."
"If you feel the need for sexual communication-as I definitely do," she declared, "it can't be wrong. It must be right!"
"About my school work," he said despondently, "I'm not much of a student."
"We'll remedy that," she insisted. "After school once or twice a week we'll catch up on your English grammar."
"Do you think maybe I could get an 'A'?"
She thought about his question, and then replied "Harold, as much as I would wish an 'A' plus for you, I'd never give you a dishonest grade. If you earn an 'A', you'll get an 'A', it's as simple as that."
"Aunt Harriet said I'd get a motorcycle if I got three 'A's' on my report card," he explained. "So it means a lot to me."
"I can see why," she insisted. "And don't think you don't mean the world to me, Harold honey."
"I guess I'd better get going," he told her. "Aunt Harriet will be getting suspicious."
"Where will you say you've been, Harold?" the teacher asked anxiously.
"I'll think of something before I get home," he told her. Getting off the bed, Harold began dressing.
As she saw him getting dressed, her heart went out to him. He had indeed suffered tragedy. She wished she could keep his body warm in bed all night, but she knew that was a pleasure that could never be hers.
"I want to thank you," he smiled, "for everything!"
"Thank you, Harold," she said, "and don't forget about that homework. I want you to get an 'A' in English. I want you to get that motorcycle, so you can race over here and ball me-how about that?"
"That's the way." He smiled, and then he slipped out of her bedroom quietly, and left her lying there, lonely, and a bit sad-in spite of the fact that she was completely satisfied sexually.
The next day she felt like calling the school to say that she couldn't make it. But, she decided against it. She felt she had her duties to do as a school teacher, and she must do them-hell or high water.
When she finally did drag into school, she was a half hour late. The office secretary looked at her, and looked at the clock.
"I'm late," she said quietly, as she signed in.
"I can see that," the secretary replied.
Just then, the girls' vice-principal strode out to the front desk.
"I'd like to see you a moment, if you don't mind," she spoke firmly.
"Certainly," she said, going with the vice-principal into her office. Sitting down, she looked up into a worried face.
"Miss Carter," she began, "we've got a problem here at our high school that I don't like to talk about."
"Go ahead-"
"I'll be frank. There's an ugly rumor circulating around school that you are having sex with students."
"That's a lie," Carol exclaimed, nearly rising from her chair.
"I know it is," the girls' vice-principal nodded, with an understanding smile. "It's nothing new here for gossip like this to circulate when we have an attractive teacher like yourself. But, I must warn you to be doubly careful as a consequence. Never allow yourself to be alone in the classroom with one student. Never have your classroom doors closed, and of course there must be no physical contact-no matter how innocent-to avoid gossip."
"Of course!" Carol nodded, her voice growing husky, her eyes clouding with fear as she thought about the two students she'd had sex with.
"You know, my dear," the girls' vice principal smiled, "I discounted those rumors immediately. I trust my intuition or whatever you want to call it, that you are going to be a teacher we are proud of before the school year is over."
"Why, thank you," Carol smiled. "You don't know how grateful I am at this moment for your vote of confidence."
Carol got to her feet, and the girls' vice principal nodded dismissal with an approving smile.
She hurried to her classroom where a substitute teacher had taken over for her and the entire day flashed by like a bothersome blur.
She couldn't help notice Harold wasn't in class today, but Stan definitely was. He asked to see her after class, and she tried to get out of it, but to no avail.
Just as he insisted he would, he showed up after class. Nervously looking about, Carol whispered, "They're watching us. We can't meet here at school."
"Just wanted to make a date for Saturday night," he smiled, "and I want to bring along my buddy Calvin."
"What?" she gasped.
Just then the Principal stepped in the door. "Catch you later, Teach," he smiled, as he hurried away.
"Miss Carter," the Principal beamed, "I wonder if you would take charge of a surprise birthday party luncheon for our girls' vice principal on the seventeenth."
"Oh, yes-"
"It'll be pot-luck," he smiled. "Calculate how many salads, entrees, we'll need-and assign each faculty member-" As the Principal rattled on about the luncheon, Carol Carter's mind was a blur. She couldn't concentrate on anything he was saying, for she was thinking about what her virile, young stud-student had told her. He was bringing another boy over to her place, and the fear and uncertainty she felt about it only increased when she went home.
It was Friday night and she'd promised Chuck they could be together on Saturday, and to keep dreaming up absurd reasons would eventually get him so suspicious he'd either check it out or drop her.
She needed a drink more than ever and fixed one for herself. She sat on the sofa, and just kept pouring drinks for herself, and by the time Chuck did call, she was loaded, "Hi, honey-how are you?"
"You're stinking," he exploded. "I thought you told me you were never going to get drunk again."
"I-I have a good reason, this time!"
"Like what? School frustrations?"
Little did he realize he'd scored a bull's-eye.
"If you got the medical report from the doctor I did," she shot back, "you'd be drinking too."
"I'm sorry-"
"You should be. I want to be alone this weekend. Do you mind."
"No, I don't mind. But can't I come over and console you?" he begged her.
"I don't need nobody's consolation," she slurred, slamming the phone down. Tears streaked down her cheeks, as she realized what a mess she'd made of her life. Now, she was sacrificing Chuck for sex with students-that was today-tomorrow it would be her job, and that thought made her collapse in a sobbing heap. Weeping uncontrollably, she fell asleep in a drunken stupor. She was out like a light until the following morning. With a roaring headache, throbbing in her temples, she got up to take some aspirins.
Vaguely, she remembered what Chuck had told her. And this only served to torture her.
Some black coffee brought her back to the jagged edges of her own grim reality. Stan was bringing Calvin over. It was bad enough having sex with one student, but the thought of taking on two at a time tortured her.
That night, she was no more prepared to face such a reality than she'd been in the morning.
When eight o'clock rolled around and they hadn't showed, she thought perhaps Stan had changed his mind, and she breathed a sigh of grateful relief.
However, when she heard the tell-tale knocking, she knew he hadn't changed his mind at all-he was just a little late. Hesitantly, she opened the door and looked out to see Stan, with another big black boy.
"Hi, there, Teach," he smiled. "Ain't you going to invite us studs in for the night?"
"Come in, Stan," she said softly.
Once the boys were in, she made it a point to lock the door and put the door chain on as well.
"She's a horny honey," Stan teased. "She wants to lock us up in her den of iniquity."
"I'm Miss Carter," Carol said evenly. "And you are?"
"I'm Calvin," the smooth-skinned black boy beamed. "And I'm pleased to meet you!"
"No, no," Stan chuckled. "You said it wrong, buddy. You're supposed to say 'I'm pleased to eat you'-"
"I'm sorry," Calvin chuckled, "I'm pleased to eat you, Miss Carter."
"Just call me Carol," she smiled. "Could I get you some refreshments?"
"I'm thirsty," Calvin replied.
"And she's got the bar that will quench that thirst," Stan chuckled. "Mind if I show him your booze collection?" he turned to ask the teacher.
"No, go right ahead-fix a bourbon and seven for me while you're at it."
"Sure, Teach, sure!" He smiled, stepping over to the bar, as his eyes swept the collection of liquor she had there. Fixing drinks for themselves, the boys returned to sit beside Carol on the sofa.
Reaching over, Stan let his hand slide under her skirt. He felt of her panties and he kept pressing until moisture surfaced.
"You going to let him finger you just like that?" Calvin laughed.
"Maybe we should all go into the bedroom and undress," Carol suggested as the sexual urges turned her on.
"Not a bad idea," Calvin agreed.
The trio walked into the bedroom, and as Carol slid out of her clothes, the boys both watched her every move. The moment her bra released her bosoms to freedom, Calvin flipped.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "What tits you got!"
"They are good-sized," she smiled proudly, massaging them, letting her hands run down to her panties.
Slipping inside her panties she kept them turned on.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "let me see that pussy close-up. I never fucked me a white woman yet."
Calvin, who hadn't removed his shorts, nevertheless had his gigantic cock on display. For it was out-lined against the white cotton material as it pressed for its freedom.
Stepping over to Carol, she felt herself heating up. Reaching now, she gripped it and squeezed.
"What a good cock you've got, baby," she smiled, massaging his penis with her hot and eager hand.
"Pull your shorts down and show it to Teach," Stan smiled, "she likes big black cock."
Calvin reached back to slide his shorts down, and as he did so, his huge penis flipped into view. Its rubbery head, revealed drops of crystal cum surfacing, and Carol licked her lips in anticipation.
But, Calvin's eyes were busily focusing on her pussy. He could see plenty through the sheer material, but he desired more. He wanted to see each pubic hair of it, to let his tongue sweep along it, and to suck it.
Pulling her panties down slowly over her curvaceous behind, he told her, "Baby-you are beautiful!"
Stepping out of his own shorts, Calvin got on his knees, pressing his own thick, sensuous lips toward her pussy lips. By now, Stan was stark naked, and his joint was becoming harder by the moment. He stepped over to watch.
"Lick her pussy," he smiled, "but let's save the climax for a three way."
Calvin took note of what his buddy had said, because this was precisely what he wanted too. He'd imagined many times what it would be like to participate in a three-way orgy. He liked the idea of letting his desires run riot, and following a small amount of licking he got to his feet.
Carol led the way to the bed, tossing the bedspread back quickly.
"I wish we had a king-size bed," she shrugged.
"This is better," Stan smiled, "more intimate!"
"I want to fuck her face," Stan declared. "I'll straddle her and slide my dong in her mouth!"
"And I can eat pussy," Calvin declared.
Stan straddled the teacher, momentarily deriving some enjoyment from lowering his black bottom on her bosoms, and pressing. He was stroking himself now, and becoming more stimulated every moment.
Carol looked forward to this opportunity to experience something wild, something different. It was a great way to relax, she thought, spreading her legs in an open invitation to her sturdy black student lover.
Calvin gripped her ass-cheeks, and gazed fondly at her snatch.
"Come on, baby," he begged. "Push that pussy of yours right into my face-I love the smell of it."
Dipping his face into her snatch, he brushed his nose over her slit, and then he let his tongue lash along her.
She wiggled about on the bed, and then the tongue drove in with insistent urgency. Her body quivered, as she felt him pumping into her. She loved the exciting tempo of the action.
"Ohhh, baby-keep that up," she begged him. "I-I love that. That's the way!"
"Quit worrying about your pussy and suck my ding-dong," Stan smiled, grasping his mammoth black cock and pointing it at her mouth.
She opened her mouth, extending her pink tongue as she lashed the head of his penis. Letting her tongue whip over it a few times, she finally opened. And then, he rammed it in with fierce force.
Gladly, greedily, she enveloped his sheath with her lips. Using her teeth to nibble lightly, and her tongue to dip in the small slit at the head of his cock, she was being careful not to build up too much suction. She didn't want him to juice that quickly.
"Play with my balls, while you're blowing me," Stan insisted, throwing his head back as the waves of sexual ecstasy surged over him.
Reaching out, she gripped his behind with one hand and toyed with his balls with the other. He was becoming more excited every moment.
"Ohhh, yes, Teach-that's how you do it! Yes-I like that!"
He was thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm and she was becoming more and more excited, watching.
"Eat me," he panted. "Get the juice out of it! Those foxy black balls are loaded, lover-loaded with cream for your sucking mouth!"
She enjoyed his dirty talk. It added another dimension of sexual stimulation to their act.
Meantime, Carol was wrapping her creamy, white thighs around the black boy's head and shoulders. She was enveloping him with her pungent pussy, and Calvin loved it.
His hot, eager tongue stabbed into her with new-found lust.
"Keep it up," Stan told him, turning around to watch his buddy, with his head buried in her mound. "Eat that pretty pussy of hers. Give her a good time!"
The wild pleasure they felt at this point, was building, and the only problem as far as Carol was concerned was not to let it build too fast. She was a rocket and she wanted to go right on, with the intense pleasure that comes only at the pitch of sexual frenzy, on the cliff of climax.
Grabbing her head roughly, young Stan thrust savagely down her throat. She released his balls and gripped his black buttocks, massaging them vigorously.
"Ohhhh, that feels good, rubbing the head of my cock against the back of your throat," he exclaimed, as he felt the pleasure generate to a passionate pitch.
She kept her eyes open, enjoying the sight of his slick, saliva-smooth penis. Seeing him slide it in and out and looking at his hairy, swinging balls added to her pleasure.
"You like black cock, don't you, Teacher?" he smiled proudly, as he went on pumping it into her face.
She nodded, clasping her lips tightly around his cock in response.
At the same time, she was marveling at what a fantastic tongue-jabbing she was getting from Calvin.
The bulging veins in Stan's thick cock intrigued her, and she could tell it was pulsating close to climax.
"Keep that up," he told her, when she played with his ass cheeks, and began slowly slipping a finger up his tight asshole. This always got Stan stimulated.
What was surprising to Carol was the fact that she could enjoy such three-way sex, with no guilt now. There was only one thing that possessed her at this point-that was her pleasure. And the searching, probing tongue of Calvin lapping away at her velvety vagina walls produced double pleasure.
Suddenly, she could tell from the tightening of his asshole, and his savage thrusts that Stan was very close to climax.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh-yes, yes, suck that cock off!"
The hot cream exploded in her mouth.
"Juice it!" he exclaimed, grasping her head and holding on tightly while he exploded, sending a surge of thick, sticky cum gushing down her throat.
She gulped greedily, glad to suck the juice out of his huge pecker. Now, she continued sliding her finger, high up his rectum, massaging his prostate as she did so, and pressing down to re lease all the juice she could.
More thick cum erupted from his repeater peter, as she did this, and she savored the taste of him.
She had hoped she'd cum at the same time he shot his wad down her throat. But, it didn't work that way.
She let him withdraw and sit on the edge of the bed while Calvin finished eating her pussy.
Calvin, was grasping her blonde ass cheeks tightly, letting his fingernails dig deeply, as he probed her.
Now that Stan was off her, Calvin released his grip on her ass and waited until she spread her legs out, so he could reach up to grip her breasts.
Wildly, Calvin ate her. He stabbed into her again and again. Carol could feel her breasts harden with each stroke of his rock-hard cock.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes," she gasped, reaching heights of sexual frenzy, unable to control her passion now.
Grasping his head, she guided him. She closed her legs tightly and he went on stabbing.
Stan felt himself hardening, as he watched. The intense excitement heated up his loins and he could hardly wait.
She was pitching her pelvis forward, and suddenly she wanted Stan's lips pressing down on hers, while she juiced. Motioning for him to lie beside her, she begged, "Stan, baby-kiss me-now-I want your tongue in my mouth!"
Stan was only to happy to accommodate her. Coming close, he bent over her, letting his chest touch her breasts. And she brushed them back and forth exciting him some more. Now, his mouth crushed down on hers, and he was letting his tongue stab inside her mouth, in piston-like thrusts.
Savagely, Calvin sucked on her cunt now, and with the tongue in her mouth, and the tongue in her twat, she cut loose in climax. The hot, white spray gushed into Calvin's hungry mouth. He'd never tasted anything like this before. It was his first piece of white ass, and it tasted delicious to him.
He didn't pull his tongue out of her twat until he'd licked her cunt clean.
Releasing her pussy, he smiled.
At the same moment, Stan pulled off her mouth. "How you enjoy orgy action, Teach?"
"It's the most," she assured him.
Just then the phone rang. She was tempted at first not to answer it, but finally she decided she should find out who was calling her at this hour on Saturday night.
"Hello-"
"This is Chuck-honey-I'm sorry about what I said! I really am. Can I come over?"
"No," she said emphatically. "Go get your rocks off somewhere else-not interested!"
"Please baby," he pleaded. "I miss you so bad!"
"No way," she snapped. "You miss my pussy and you've got your Saturday night hard-on! Forget you ever fucked me!"
Saying that, she hung up. But he rang right back.
"Woweee," Stan laughed. "You told that Daddeo where to go!"
"He wanted sex-and I said no show," she said, ignoring the phone's insistent ring. "He's given me a tough time-real tough!"
"A chick like you don't have to put up with no crap from nobody," Stan declared emphatically.
"Why, thank you," she smiled. "Nice to have someone appreciate good sex."
"Bad girls give good sex I always say," Calvin chuckled.
"Am I a bad girl?" she laughed.
"You're a mighty good bad girl," he laughed. Glancing at Calvin's big cock, Carol knew she had to do something about it-and fast.
"I'd sure like to suck that big cock of yours," she said, reaching out to stroke and cup his balls in her hot, eager hands.
"I'm loaded," he smiled. "Almost juiced eating pussy!"
"When you ate me," she laughed. "You did all kinds of things inside my box nobody has ever done before!"
"Not even me?" Stan demanded, wondering momentarily if he'd done the wise thing in bringing his buddy along for the sex ride.
"You could learn a thing or two from Calvin," Carol admitted bluntly. "Not that I'm downgrading you-I'm not!
You were fantastic!"
"I know what I'd like to do," Stan smiled, thinking of getting revenge, and a good fuck at the same time.
"What, Stan?"
"I'd like to shove my cock up your asshole!"
"But I must blow Calvin," she reminded him.
"There's no reason why Calvin can't get his cocksuck, and me get the assfuck at the same time."
As Carol lay sprawled across her double bed, the two boys arranged themselves so they could participate in another three way swiftly.
Calvin knelt on one side of her and Stan knelt at the other side.
"On your haunches, Teach," Stan demanded, "so I can fit my pecker up your tight asshole."
"You don't slam that mammoth prick up my asshole, without some kind of a lube-job," she insisted, covering her ass cheeks protectively. "My ass is sensitive!"
"All right, all right," he agreed. "We'll give your ass a lube job. Where's something I can use?"
"There's a small jar of vaseline in the bathroom, up in the medicine chest. Get it, and coat your cock with it first."
Stan begrudgingly took time out to get the Vaseline... and applied plenty of it to his huge black tool.
Dipping his finger into the Vaseline jar, he applied some of it to her anus. Then, getting on the bed, he knelt behind her, and grasped her ass cheeks.
Driving forward, he pumped it into her tight asshole. With a squeal of pain, she begged, "Take it easy with that big black dick! It's killing me, Stan!"
But once it had slipped past the tight anal ring, it didn't kill her with pain, but with pleasure. For she was enjoying the smooth, driving cock.
"Fuck," he gasped, riding it up her rectum joyfully, his black balls bouncing on her white behind.
Not to be outdistanced, Calvin called for action.
"Let me have some fun too," he demanded. "Suck on my joystick!"
Reaching for him, she pulled his rubbery, slippery penis shaft to her mouth and flipped her tongue over its sticky crown.
Tickling the huge black balls, she let her tongue flip over the cock's head and fastened on.
"Suck that hunk of black meat, Teach-Suck it off!" Meantime, Stan who was deriving sexual stimulation sliding it up her rectum, demanded, "Grind your hips around, honey!"
The smooth white ass revolved around his stabbing black cock, and his hands massaging her asscheeks excited him all the more.
"Come on-and fuck-fuck-fuck it," he begged. "Do it like I tell you! Grab my black tool with your ass muscles, and spin it around in your asshole!"
Clamping on his pulsating penis, Carol twisted around. The pleasure shot through his body.
What Stan enjoyed most of all was watching the three of them going at it, as reflected in the mirror.
He enjoyed seeing the blonde school teacher with her ass up in the air, pushing back against his advancing black dick. He liked it when she'd twist it around for him. Added to the pleasure of his own pulsating penis stabbing into her was the sight of her blowing his buddy Calvin. Her eyes were closed now, almost in reverence, as she gripped Calvin's big cock in her mouth, generating suction for orgasm.
Likewise Calvin was deriving kicks from watching his buddy pump his penis up the oversexed teacher's tight asshole.
"I told you she was a good fuck, didn't I?" Stan asked Calvin, as he continued stabbing his teacher's tight asshole.
"You know it, buddy," Calvin replied, watching his penis being devoured by her hungry mouth.
As Stan continued stabbing it up her grasping, tight rectum, he massaged her ass cheeks and watched his buddy get his.
"That's the way to do it," he gasped. "Come on, baby-do it!"
He was going wild now, and his savage cockstabs caused her to accelerate her cocksucking.
Calvin appreciated it too, bending over as waves of erotic delight engulfed him, making his spine tingle, and his balls swell.
"Gobble it, Teacher," he begged. "Gobble my stuff!" His balls exploded, and she did her best to suck all the sperm out of his huge, swaying, black balls.
"Yes, Teach-yes-suck me dry!"
Wasting no time in devouring him brought Stan around, too. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he exclaimed as the dam burst and he shot his wad high up her twisting asshole.
Stimulated by the sperm-loads shooting into her from two directions, Carol ground her hips around as Stan finished pumping his milky sperm-load into her.
She didn't slip her mouth off Calvin's cock until she'd drained his dick. It started to tickle when she sucked and as he was finished, he pulled out.
"Good head job," he complimented her.
Slowly, Stan slipped his cock out of her asshole. He knew it might hurt if he pulled too rapidly, so he slowed his pace to a point where it didn't hurt her at all.
As she lay there, with one boy on each side, she suggested that they both suck on her tits.
"That would stimulate me," she explained. "And with each of you guiding a finger into my pussy-I'd get turned-on again."
They didn't waste time with words. They both were delighted that she was willing to go along for that much sex.
Bending over, Calvin's pink tongue licked around her red nipple. It became erect as he nibbled lightly. Next, Stan pressed his full mouth down over her nipple and sucked.
As she felt the two young boys nibbling, licking, and sucking on her nipples, she became doubly delighted when she felt them reaching down, each slipping a finger in her pussy.
"Ohhhh, that feels soooo good," she groaned in delight. Her body was writhing in sexual ecstasy as they played with her, and she wanted some more action.
Letting her mind race ahead to the next sexual act the trio could involve themselves in, Carol tried to decide what would be the most erotic three-way act they could perform.
A variety of sexual positions flashed into her mind. She could see them doing wild, and wicked things to her.
First, she imagined what it would be like if she was eating Calvin's asshole out, while she pumped his pecker-meat. She could just see him straddling her, letting his cock fall in her hand as her face fastened on his asshole and her tongue swept in to suck it out for him.
And at the same time, she pictured Stan eating her pussy, while slipping his finger in and out of her tight asshole. This would be a fantasy fuck and super, she reasoned.
"Calvin," she said softly, "why don't I eat your asshole, and pull your prick off? At the same time, Stan could eat my pussy and finger-fuck my asshole."
"What kind of a fuck is that?" Calvin laughed.
"I call it 'creative' fucking," she smiled, enjoying all the attention the two black studs could give her.
"Creative fucking?" Calvin smiled. "Never heard of that before!"
"Well, it's a real special way to make it," she explained. "I dub it creative because I let my imagination run riot. I just imagine the whacky, but sexy things three people could do! I don't think Cal would mind having me lick his asshole for him, while I jerk him off-would you, Calvin?"
"I'd like that good," Calvin beamed enthusiastically. "I don't know whether you will do it like I want it-like I got one chick to do it once. But if you will, Teach, I'll love it!"
"What did you get one chick to do?" she smiled, curious to find out what his sexual experiences had been, and what his idea of a good ass fuck was.
"Well, Ruby didn't just lick around the asshole," he explained, "she used her long-reaching tongue to go all the way up there, and it was FANtastic!"
"I'll do it for you," the teacher gladly agreed. "And I'll watch your big balls swelling while I pull on your hunk of meat."
"I'll groove to that," he smiled eagerly.
Now, glancing down at her pussy, she announced, "And I'll enjoy getting some good tongue action from Stan!"
"I'm your man," Stan chuckled. "They used to call me long-tongued Stan when I was a kid-now it's big prick Stan!"
"You can say that again," Calvin laughed. "You said it, you said it-big prick Stan!"
Calvin was saying it with a meaning Stan had never intended, but he smiled good-naturedly. "I'd rather be called big prick Stan than a lot of other things!"
Now, they were positioning themselves on the bed.
"Where do you want me?" Calvin asked. "Like this," the schoolteacher explained, "I'll lie on this pillow, and you straddle me. You face the other way-that's it-do it so you can sit on my face, yet allow me enough space to reach out and play with your balls and jerk your dick off."
"This way?" Calvin asked, as he knelt on either side of her and bent backwards, looking closely, as his black asscheeks lowered until they were directly over her face.
Grasping his firm thighs, she enjoyed the sight of his ass-cheeks coming closer, and closer.
Now the teacher's tongue lashed around his tight anus. She teased it with the tip of her tongue, enjoying the sight of his huge black balls swaying and swelling from their close-up vantage point.
"Stick it up there," Calvin insisted. "Don't be bashful!" Suddenly, the teacher's hot tongue slid up there. With a driving lusty plunge, she jabbed it up his tight rectum.
"Delicious," Calvin gasped, as the excitement surged through every fiber of his body. "Ohhh, Teach-lick my asshole-lick it, lick it quick! Yes, ahhhh, ohhh, yes, lick ass. Suck ass! Do it for me, that's the way I want it!"
The powerful tongue thrusts up Calvin's tight asshole, had him almost there without her hand ever touching his cock.
"Reach, Teach," he panted, "way up there! Slide it up there and eat my sweet ass out!"
She kept her tongue plunging up his rectum in even, regular jabs. Now she groped for his penis. He took her hand, and guided her to his cockshaft.
"Hang onto it," he told her. "That's the way to do it! Pull it for me!"
She gripped his firm, thick cock and squeezed it. He loved her tight handgrip on his cock and begged for more.
"Now, pump it," he pleaded. "Do it for me like I like it!" She pumped it back and forth vigorously, giving him the super excitement he wanted. His balls were tingling, his body perspiring as her ass sucking action continued.
Stan had become so fascinated watching her eat his buddy's asshole, that he became enraptured-forgetting to go down on her pussy. He was jolted back to reality when Calvin demanded, "Eat her cunt-what you waiting for? Expect me to shoot my wad before you do your thing on her pussy? Eat her snatch!"
Calvin's words brought him back swiftly, and he glanced down at the teacher's fur-t--rimmed, sticky triangle.
He swept his tongue along her gash and then pumped into her. He held her ass cheeks firmly, and then easing one hand down to the crack in her asshole, slid it in its puckered hole.
Now his tongue was keeping time to his finger which was sliding up her tight asshole, at the same stimulating pace as his tongue rode up her cunt.
Being on his knees, Calvin was in the best position to watch the reflected three-way sex orgy in the mirror.
Glancing into the dresser mirror, he could see Carol's face buried in his black behind as she tongue stabbed his asshole.
Combining that with the sight of her hand grasping his penis and pulling was bringing him to a stimulating pitch.
"Suck ass," he hissed eagerly. "Suck my black asshole! Come on, Teach-suck it good!"
Her passionate frenzy was not diminishing now, for the added excitement of a tongue driving up her hot pussy produced plenty of pleasure.
And with her butt wiggling all over the bed from her ass getting fucked with Stan's sliding finger, she felt she couldn't derive more thrills from sex.
She had knocked over every trace of inhibitions she'd ever known sexually.
With her face encased in his shiny, black ass, and her hand reaching out to grope for the cock, she was pleased indeed. The pulsating penis produced enormous pleasure as she pulled it back and forth, anxious for it to shoot all over her naked body. She wanted him to spray his semen on her bosoms, on her belly, and over her pussy hair that wasn't already covered with Stan's hot mouth.
"Pull it off, Teach," Calvin panted. "That's how you do it. My balls are on fire, pull me! Pull my cock off!"
She knew it wouldn't be much longer now and she could hardly wait for it to happen.
But as she felt the probing, tongue-lashing action in her vagina, Carol wanted to make it last. She was enjoying it too much with Stan eating her pussy to pull Calvin's cock off quite yet.
"Hey, Teach-don't slow down," Calvin complained. "I-I want to get my rocks off-now!"
She slowed down just a moment more, but couldn't any longer for Calvin gripped her hand, and pulled his penis with her hand clasped tightly beneath his.
"You jerk it off like this, Teach! This is the tempo to make it shoot!"
She could see he was pulling his prick at such a speedy tempo, he'd almost yank the thing off its stem.
"Ohhh, yes, like that!" he gasped near climax. She pumped her tongue up his rectum, following the tempo of his hand clasped over hers, on his big, hard cock.
"Nowwoweeee-I'm shooting high-look at 'er go!" And she felt his sticky, hot cum dropping on her bosoms, landing on her stomach.
"How's that for a juicy pecker?" he panted happily, proudly. She slid her tongue out of his tight behind and lay back, groaning and writhing as she felt herself juicing now that Stan was sucking on her love button with such feverish intensity.
"Yes, yes-ohhh, baby, yesssss!" she grunted, as she sprayed her love juices to her student pussy eater.
Licking her cunt clean, Stan pulled out, lashing one last stroke appreciatively along her slit.
She was massaging Calvin's firm, round behind-which was staring her in the face at this erotic moment-as if she didn't want him to move, ever.
"I-I've got to change positions. My knees are getting cramped," he complained.
Giving his black bottom a whack, she said, "All right, Cal-get off now! Did I take care of you all right?"
"You know it," he smiled "nobody ever loved my ass like you did tonight!"
"I'm glad," she smiled. "I-I enjoyed it immensely too!"
Getting to his feet, Stan demanded, "How about me? You never mentioned my tongue action on your sweet little cunt! Did it satisfy your royal pussy?"
"Yes, your highness," she laughed. "You deserve a medal!" Calvin glanced at the clock on her nightstand, and saw how long they'd been entangled in the orgy.
"I've got to split," he sighed. "My old man will wonder where the hell I've been."
"Me too!" Stan smiled. "Aren't you glad you went along with this action, tonight?"
"Yes, I am," she said emphatically. "At first, when you mentioned bringing another boy over here, I was petrified with fear. I've never been involved in an orgy before."
"I have," Stan smiled proudly, "lots of them! With pot, and everything!"
"What about you, Calvin?" the teacher asked the shy, virile, black student.
"This is my first-I'm ashamed to admit it, but it won't be my last, I reckon."
"Mine either," Carol Carter said gleefully. "But we must play it cool. Like I was telling you, those silly know-it-alls at school get suspicious when a teacher looks like she'd be a good fuck."
"Like you do!" Calvin laughed.
"All right, I'll confess-I do make a pretty appealing sex package, and that's nothing wrong with it. But a lot of jealous people who are afraid to enjoy their own bodies couldn't understand what we did tonight!"
"And that's why you say we've got to cool it?" Stan nodded.
"Right-on," she replied.
"We're not sharing you with nobody, no way." Stan smiled. "You don't have to worry none about that-none!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Returning to school the following week, Carol Carter was feeling unusually secure. She no longer feared a thing for she was confident that she had satisfied her two young students so superbly that they would never reveal to anyone that they had had sex with her.
She took aggressive charge of the luncheon she'd been assigned to arrange. By good planning, she had it working smoothly. For a few days there were no ripples-and she felt satisfied. But, one thing bothered her. A fellow teacher kept asking her for advice, and this annoyed her.
"Betty," she explained, "I can't give you that kind of advice. I'm a new teacher like yourself."
"Perhaps if I could see your lesson plans and get some tips on your teaching secrets it would help. I'm worried!"
"You are?"
"Yes," Betty explained, "my evaluation time comes up in one month-and I'm scared as hell."
A wave of sympathy swept over Carol and she determined she would help her girl friend.
"Come over to my place tonight," she insisted, " and I will go over my teaching techniques with you."
Betty's brown eyes warmed up, almost as if she was ready to burst into tears of gratitude.
"Now, honey," Carol said, wrapping a comforting arm around her. "It can't be that bad! Nothing is! Just come over to my place and I'll see what I can do to help you out."
She gave Betty her address, and looked forward to her coming over to her house to help her.
That evening Betty showed up at her place wearing a pair of tight-fitting beige slacks that blended perfectly with her brown leather jacket, which matched her lustrous brown eyes. When she slipped out of her jacket and leaned back in an easy chair, Carol couldn't help notice her enormous bosoms.
"You don't wear that outfit at school, do you?" she smiled knowingly.
"I wouldn't dare-around there," Betty assured her. "And when I'm away from there I don't bother with a bra.
My breasts are simply confined in one of those silly bras."
"And yet you don't sag one bit," Carol noticed.
"No, I'm happy to say, I don't." Betty smiled, proudly. "My bosoms sort of grow together!"
Before Carol could change the subject, Betty was unbuttoning her flimsy bra, to explain her point, with a view of her naked bosoms.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Carol giggled nervously.
"Just proving my point," she explained, "you see, honey-they sort of blossom! Aren't they stunning?"
"They certainly are," she agreed, "I've never seen such a beautiful pair of bosoms as you have, honey. They do grow together. It's like a bar of flesh that holds them both up."
"That's right." Betty grinned. "And I must not expose myself to those nuts at school. Some stud might rape me."
As Carol walked over and looked at Betty's fabulous bosoms, with their now erect red-circle nipples, standing up taut and proud, she felt herself get hot waves of desire. This bothered her no end, and her face flushed.
Knowing exactly what was happening now, Betty said, casually, "Do I turn you on?"
"I-I'm afraid you do-"
"There's nothing to fear, honey," Betty warned her. "Be glad you can expand your consciousness to appreciate both sexes!"
Carol's head was reeling as she realized she was desiring the well-formed female whose open blouse still revealed the beautiful breasts that had stimulated her.
"Where did you tag it that?" Carol asked her bluntly. "I'm afraid attraction for another woman is a 'Lez' flash or something like that-"
"Don't be afraid of it." Betty smiled, removing her blouse completely now, and sitting there proudly. "I took a sensitivity course, and we touched and felt each other's bodies when we were stark naked and let our psyches hang out."
"I-I don't understand. I do desire you. I need a drink!"
"Go ahead, honey, and get your drink while I explain it all to you," Betty insisted.
Turning toward her bar, Carol fixed herself a double bourbon, and belted it down promptly.
"Like I was saying-we all were bare ass naked-men and women at this house. And to develop sexual sensitivity, we touched, licked, sucked or fucked anything or anybody we wanted to. One woman even brought her dog along."
Burping her bourbon, Carol demanded, "she didn't fuck the dog at your sensitivity demo-did she?"
"She certainly did," Betty bubbled enthusiastically, "Fran was the star of the show. She had this German Shepherd she called Napoleon. She sat on a milk stool, stark naked in the middle of the room, and let old Napoleon fuck her cunt. She got a big round of applause for having the guts to fuck like she wanted to."
"Fantastic," Carol laughed. "Actually, what you are saying is-you were all discarding your inhibitions! And to do this fast and not waste time with hypnotism, therapy, and the whole head-shrinker couch trip, you stripped, and screwed-en masse and solo, as the fucking inspiration hit you!"
"Right,' Betty grinned proudly. "And I expanded my sexual consciousness when I met Myrtle."
"Who was Myrtle?"
"An actress who loved to ball women. She was no big star or anything like that, just a summer stock actress who was throwing her inhibitions overboard, and she fucked me with her dildo."
"Hmmm, that sounds interesting. I wonder what a dildo fuck would be like."
Reaching down, Betty pulled out a huge pink plastic dildo, exclaiming triumphantly. "Wonder no more! I just happen to have one with me if you're really interested! It's up to you, I don't want to push you in a corner!"
"No, not in a corner-just up my pussy!"
"Or your asshole," Betty laughed, "whichever!"
The two girls laughed, and Betty demanded a drink.
"Don't hog the booze, honey. I need a good belt myself!"
"Help yourself, Betty, baby." Carol smiled. "Anything you want-maybe even me-later!"
When the two girls continued drinking and chatting, it became clear to Carol that Betty was a very determined girl.
"How would you like to see me with my dildo strapped on for action?" Betty laughed.
"Hmmmm, that should be an interesting sight-to say the least!"
"You wouldn't be offended-would you?" Betty asked anxiously.
"Absolutely not," Carol assured her, turning to get up. She fixed herself still another drink and put the double bolt on the door.
When she turned around, she saw Betty pulling her slacks off, and then tugging at her panties. Carol couldn't help but admire her shaved box.
"You shave your pussy?" Carol inquired. "Oh, yes-it's so much more sexy," Betty giggled. "My boyfriends just love it!"
"So you do dig guys?"
"Of course, honey. I'm a swinger! But, I like women too. I like to feel big, juicy tits crushing against mine. No man I know can offer that."
Bending over, Carol couldn't help but marvel at her beautiful body. The dark-red circles of her nipples showed up magnificently on her sturdy, but not overly large breasts.
"You look juicy," her girlfriend smiled. "Good enough to eat!"
Now she was strapping on the dildo. Its black straps stood out against her olive-toned skin.
"What a cock!" Carol observed, going over to look at its bulging veins.
"It's supposed to be a copy of some well-hung black athlete." Carol smiled, reaching down to stroke its rubbery surface.
"Does it work just like a man's cock?"
"Providing I attach the bladder bag that it comes with," she explained. Reaching into her purse again, she pulled out the bladder bag.
"Fascinating," Carol commented.
"Honey, if you'll heat up some milk and get it nice and warm, I'll shoot it in you!"
"I don't know if I should or not," Carol said hesitantly.
"Don't you want to expand your knowledge of sex?" Betty asked confidently. "You owe it to yourself to experience everything at least once!"
Vividly recalling all of the exciting things she had already done, Carol thought she might as well go for broke and try this too.
"Well, all right," she agreed. "I'll get the milk heated first!"
"I wish you would." Betty nodded. "I'll go to the little girl's room while you're doing that, and shed a tear!"
Carol laughed at her unique sense of humor and went to the kitchen to get the milk. She laughed as she thought about what she was preparing it for. She'd gotten lots of milk for 'kitty', but this was a first for 'pussy'.
Pouring some milk into a saucepan, she stirred it so it wouldn't stick on the bottom of the pan. The more that she thought about what Betty proposed to do to her, the more she felt like laughing.
Betty didn't share her sense of humor about the entire proceedings.
"So what's funny, honey?" she demanded as she stepped naked into the kitchen, wearing her dildo and carrying the small rubber bladder in her hand.
"Oh, us," she smiled good naturedly.
"Are you laughing at me, or with me?" Betty demanded, holding back on handing her the rubber bladder.
"With you, baby, with you!"
"Well, all right," Betty said. But she wanted her to know that as far as she was concerned, this fucking business was serious, even if done with a dildo accompanied by a rubber bladder filled with heated milk.
Filling the bladder, some of it spilled to the floor.
"You burned the milk," Betty commented, sniffing the burned odor.
"We'll never notice it," Carol laughed, as she headed for the bedroom with Betty close behind.
Carol undressed as Betty sat on the edge of the bed and watched with the same lusty desire of any horny husband waiting for his Saturday night fuck.
"What a shape!" Betty exclaimed as her eyes made the sweep of her big boobs, down to her fur-t--rimmed pussy.
"Would you like me to shave your box?" Betty asked, "Make it real nice and clean down around the cunt!"
"Well-I don't know. Maybe my lovers would object!"
"So you have lovers?" Betty laughed. "How many? You should share them with me."
Going to the bathroom, Carol found a shaver. She brought it back for her girlfriend to use on her pussy.
"Just stand over there near the light," Betty said, finding it awkward to walk around with the huge peckerdildo strapped to her legs.
"I'll sit on the edge of the bed and spread my pussy," Carol told her.
Lying on her back, she spread her legs.
"Where's a plug for this?" Betty asked her.
"At the edge of the bed-follow the lamp cord." It didn't take Betty long to find it, plug it in, and snap the electric razor on.
"I've used it on my legs, but never my pussy," Carol reminded her. "So use your sensitivity training now-if ever!"
Carefully, Betty ran the shaver over her girlfriend's mound. Now, Carol was enjoying it enormously. It felt good, until she came close to her slit. Then, her body quivered with fear.
"I'm not going to hurt you, honey," Betty insisted. "Reeeelax!" Carol relaxed her legs as best she could.
"How'm I doing?"
"Have it shaved in a minute." Betty smiled proudly as she looked at Carol's smooth slit.
Glancing down, when she turned the electric shaver off, Carol couldn't help compliment her.
"You've done a good job down there, honey," she said happily. "Real good, in fact!"
And now it was time for the fuck-the time Carol dreaded, yet desired. The ambiguity of her own feelings brought frustration not only for herself, but to Betty-whose sensitivity training made it easy for her to detect any emotion. "Don't you want it?"
Flashing a radiant smile, Carol vowed she'd go through with it, just for the hell of it.
"Sure, I do. Fuck me, baby! And fuck me GOOD!"
That was all the invitation Betty required. She promptly mounted Carol and said: "Guide me in!"
Reaching down, Carol grasped the penis and guided it into her hot hole.
"Fuck me," she panted, as she felt it sliding in place. "Come on, baby, fuck me the way I want it!"
Betty's bosoms collided with hers and the pleasure was indeed electrifying. Her lips found Carol's and their mouths merged in a sticky soul kiss.
"Fuck me-fuck me," Betty said, with the roughness usually reserved for a horny, crude man. Roughly, she continued, "Put some action in your ass, honey! Don't just lie there! Move it!"
Churning her hips around in response, Betty shoved it to Carol with hot, hungry stabs.
Instinctively, locking her legs around those of her girlfriend, she was finding herself enjoying this more and more.
"Oh, baby, that's the way I want it-hard and fast and good!" Betty could tell from the way Carol's legs gripped hers, and how her pelvis thrust forward, just how much she enjoyed doing it with her. The size of the dildo added to the delight, and it seemed almost real. Carol wished she could tell her about the authentic black student studs she'd fucked-but she couldn't.
"I'm going to cum in a minute," Betty panted lustily, glancing down at the button on the bladder bag.
"Shoot it to me," Carol pleaded. "I want your juice, baby, your juice!"
"You're going to get it, baby doll-all of it!"
Betty went on humping her girlfriend, consumed with passionate, pulsating desire, anxious for that moment of explosion. But, she wanted it to be a three-way. She wanted to cum, she wanted Carol to cum and, at the same instant, press the bladder, and make the black prick dildo shoot too.
"Tell me-tell me," she panted, as she pushed into her girlfriend. "Tell me when you're about there-cause I'm al-al-almost there-ohh, I can't hold it!"
At that instant, Betty juiced and Carol could feel the sticky stuff splashing on her belly. A split-second later, Carol juiced too, and at that instant, Betty pressed the bladder button, releasing the contents of the dildo.
As the warm milk surged inside her from the head of the dildo, Carol locked her legs tighter around Betty, bubbling "oh, baby-we're there! All three of us! You, me, and him!"
Their lips crushed down, their breasts pressed tightly against each other and Carol's hands grappled with her asscheeks, almost as if she was pressing back to acknowledge a male lover who had given her a good balling and just capped his screw with a big load.
Their tongues lashed against each other and their hearts pounded rapidly, as their orgasm finished with a lusty kiss.
"Thanks," Betty sighed. "Thanks a lot! I needed this expansion of my consciousness."
"You mean, you needed your pussy expanded with my big, fucking dildo," Betty said bluntly, slowly easing the huge, rubbery, sticky cock out of her.
As the juice from it fell on her naked body, Carol realized, she too was a "swinger" by nature, and his new knowledge about her bizarre sexual self puzzled and perplexed her.
CHAPTER NINE
A short time later, when both Betty and Carol were consuming quite a lot of alcohol, Carol confided, "There is something I'm dying to tell you."
"About what?" Betty inquired.
"About my sex life," she said, sipping her drink, her eyes becoming red from too many.
"Honey-nothing you could tell me would shock me! I'm shock-proof!"
"I hope so," Carol continued, "as what I have to tell you is shocking."
"Go on, baby, let me freshen my drink-I'm listening." Betty, still stark naked, strode over to the bar for another. "I-I", she hesitated.
"Go on, baby. Even if you tell me you've gone to the zoo and fucked the animals in their cages at night I wouldn't be shocked."
"I'm having sex with my students," Carol finally declared flatly.
"Are you flipping out?" Betty demanded. "You could get blackballed for that but good. You might even get your ass thrown in jail. Ohhh, baby-how did you get caught in that trap?"
Just as Carol had originally calculated, her girlfriend was horrified by what she had just revealed.
"I just wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a sixteen-year-old stud," she explained, hoping Betty would be a bit more understanding as she listened to her side of it.
"But doing something with one of your students is destroying everything you've worked so hard to build up-is it worth it?"
Getting to her feet, Carol paced the floor.
"Yes, damnit, it is worth it! You don't know what it's like to have two black boys fucking you at the same time!"
"No, I don't, but it does sound delicious," Betty admitted, suddenly becoming interested in knowing first-hand what such an adventure could be like.
"Sure, I'd fucked around plenty in college," Carol freely admitted, "I was one of the first to advocate coed dorms, and I did my share of weekend entertaining. But, I was still stuck to the Puritan ideas my Mom pumped into me. I would never think of an orgy-that was evil. And I'd never step across the color line-as I was rotten with prejudice!"
"And now you've freed yourself from those Puritan and prejudice chains, is that what you're telling me?"
Betty smiled, becoming seduced herself as her imagination seized on what her girlfriend was telling her.
"Yes! Free at last! I've never known such freedom as I felt when Stan was pumping his pecker up my asshole, and I was sucking on Calvin's big black prick."
"Ohhh, Carol. I envy you. I really do! I've never had sex with a black boy! Is it true what they say about the size of their peckers. Are they better at fucking than a white man?"
"Better is the wrong word, honey," Carol said, sitting beside her, and speaking directly. "The black man fucks in a different way. A wild, exciting way-with no inhibitions."
"Why don't you and I have a party?" Betty suggested, her eyes blazing with the fantastic potentials that their free for all fuck could have.
"Would you have it at your place?" Carol asked eagerly. "I hope you've got a king-size bed. We'll need one if four of us are going to fuck at the same time!"
"I've seen to that, baby. We've got a kingsizer for our super fuck action!"
Then, fear surfaced as Betty thought some more about it. Her happy, expectant smile changed to a frown.
"What's eating you, honey?" Carol asked her.
"I was just thinking," she said, sitting back on the sofa and opening her innermost fears, "what would happen if they caught us?"
"That is something we must consider," Carol said. "But in my case, I'm already involved-I can't back out!"
"You mean Stan and Calvin would blackmail you?"
"And Harold... "
"Not another one," Betty boomed. "It seems to me you've been doing an awful lot of fucking. Are you oversexed or something?"
"I guess I am. It does take a lot to satisfy me. I keep imagining what it would be like if I had one shoving it up my rectum, another pumping my pussy, and I could eat your snatch or have some other kid driving his tool into my mouth. Then I'd be covered!"
"You are a fucking, sucking nympho!"
"Do you really think so?"
"Absolutely," her girlfriend replied, "I can spot a nympho anytime! I had a girlfriend who was a nymphomaniac and she couldn't get enough. I mean she wanted to rock around the clock. She loved threesomes, and foursomes. And, just like you, Carol, she used to dream about getting it shoved up her asshole, in her mouth and in her cunt."
"What happened to her?"
"She became a movie star."
"Maybe that's what I'll become," Carol sighed, the silver lining sifting through the dark clouds of worry that momentarily surrounded her. "I'd like to zip to the top of Hollywood society and be a somebody! I'd put a price-tag on my pussy that would make those big Hollywood producers sit up and take notice."
"Forget it," Betty laughed. "Hollywood society is like going down in a sewer in a glass bottom boat!"
"Are you game for it? An orgy with two black boys, who can screw the living hell out of you? They need it, bad, baby. And we're really performing a needed service to mankind."
"Stop it," Betty laughed hysterically. "Next you'll demand gold cups or medals for balling school kids!"
"It's an idea," Carol said sincerely. "We could cut down on the pregnancy class-as we'd do it putting a little forethought into it, and try it every which way when there is any chance we'd contribute to the population problem."
"How clever," Betty laughed. "We're saving society by fucking it!"
"I know Calvin and Stan would love to get together with both of us. There are so many things we could do.
Shall I ask them about it?"
"You must," Betty agreed, going to the bar and pouring herself some more liquor. "I'm fearless, honey, if you can screw it, I can too!"
"Good for you," Carol commented, filling her glass. "A toast to both of us. We're sex rebels, and long may we fuck!"
The girls finished the toast with an embrace and a kiss. Sitting down, Carol said, "I'm not going to school tomorrow. Look what time it is."
"What time is it?" Carol pointed to the corner.
Glancing toward a wall clock, she saw for herself it was three o'clock.
"Mind if I sleep over?" Betty smiled drunkenly.
"Not at all. But we'll have to phone in separately we can't make it, because we sure don't want them to connect us with what's happening."
The girls went to bed, Betty putting her arm around Carol.
The next morning at seven when the shrill sound of the nightstand alarm awoke them, they made separate phone calls to the school and went back to sleep.
They spent a busy day together, making plans for the weekend orgy.
"Get plenty of liquor," Carol told her. "I'll contribute some money toward it because Stan and Calvin both love to drink. And, how about colored lights?"
"Colored lights?"
"Why, yes," Carol told her. "Haven't you ever used red and blue, and green lights. My old lover Tom at college, used them along with rock music. It sets the mood."
"I guess I could buy some, and put them in the lamps," Betty agreed. "And I have plenty of good fuck music!"
The day passed by rapidly, as they both got up so late they didn't have much time for any thing. Going to bed early they were grateful the following day was Friday, and the weekend was coming up quickly.
When Carol went into school the next morning, the girls' vice-principal stopped her at the desk.
"Could I see you a moment before you go to your class?" she asked soberly.
Carol's heart pounded rapidly. Had Calvin, Stan, or Harold done any talking? Did she know at last?
"Of course," she replied coolly, finding it difficult to remain calm on the outside when she was inner turmoil on the inside.
Going into the office, she confronted Vi with a placid exterior, and asked, "what was it you wanted to see me about?"
Seriously, he girls' vice-principal went on, "We've been observing you closely-" Her heart beat so rapidly now she feared it might pound out of her chest, her lower lip trembled, and her palms grew sweaty.
"Yes," she said, tightening her lips together now.
"And we have put a lot of thought into what we are about to do-" There was a pause.
"It's a shame I have to do it like this," she said flatly. "But there is no other way. Here you are."
Handing her a crisp piece of paper, she waited for Carol's response. It read: "We wish to honor you," and then her name was embossed in gold, "for your cooperation, and enthusiasm for your contribution to getting our school year off to a good start", and then it was signed by the girls' vice principal on behalf of the faculty.
Carol heaved a grateful sigh of relief.
"Why, thank you-thank you so much!"
"Like I said," the girls' vice-principal smiled, "We wanted to do this before the faculty meeting yesterday but you were absent. But that marvelous luncheon you arranged, and the extra help you've given the students is noticed and, I might add, very much appreciated."
A painful twinge of guilt seized Carol. Her sexual performances with Calvin, Harold, and Stan flashed torturously before her eyes now. She could see them thrusting their huge, young cocks into her pussy, her mouth, her asshole and she felt so sick to her stomach, about what she'd done, she had to get out of there and fast.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes-yes. I'm all right," Carol said. "I'm deeply moved by your kindness-thank you."
"I mustn't keep you any longer. I know your students love you, and I mustn't keep you from them."
"Again, thanks," Carol said as she hurried to her classroom. All during her class that first period, she determined she would tell Betty it was "off", that she'd given it second thoughts and she couldn't possibly participate in the four-way orgy that had Betty so eager for action.
She was never so grateful for the lunch period as she was that day, for it gave her the opportunity to tell Betty exactly what she'd decided.
"Let's sit over here by ourselves," she suggested as they went through the cafeteria line together.
"Meat loaf again?" Betty complained. "Don't they have any imagination in the kitchen?"
"We've got the imagination," the counter girl replied, "but we don't have the money with meat prices what they are today."
When they were seated, Carol told Betty about her honor, and her determination to end her sex activity with students. Betty didn't take kindly toward her decision.
"You can't back out now."
"Why not?"
"Because," she explained, "you've built me up to it, and I've cancelled out on a heavy date."
"Heavy date?"
"He pays a hundred bucks a night. That's heavy, honey!"
"You slut-"
"Keep your mouth shut, molester!"
"Care if I join you girls?" the girls' vice-principal asked curiously.
"Not at all," Betty smiled, "we were just going over a little drama Carol's preparing for English class."
"I'd go easy on those modern dramas," the girls' vice-principal advised, solemnly cutting her slice of meat loaf. "They put bad ideas in the kids' minds."
"You've got a point there," Betty agreed, getting to her feet and putting her dishes back on her tray.
Carol followed her, and when the two women were walking down the hall, she told her, and "don't ever talk that way around here. Do you want to get us both fired?"
"I don't give a damn," Betty admitted, "I'm sick of putting up with all the crap around this place. Nobody's safe without armor, and you can get raped in your own classrooms."
"I'm not asking Stan or Calvin to join us," Carol said crisply.
"Oh yes, you will! You've told me too much to back out! Ask them both. Eight at my place! You've got the address, give it to them, and of course, warn them about not talking."
"Are you blackmailing me into this?"
"Why, of course not," Betty laughed. "Whatever gave you that idea, honey? I simply would tell the girls' v.p. I thought that award she gave you was absurd, in the light of the life you lead outside school."
"Bitch!"
"See you at eight Saturday night-with Stan and Calvin!" Betty broke away from Carol, going into her classroom without so much as a backward glance over her shoulder.
When Carol got to her classroom, she had a big surprise waiting for her.
"Oh, hi, Stan. Hi, Calvin," she smiled, masking her fears with a nervous laugh. "Can I help you?"
Glancing down at his bulging crotch, Stan nodded.
"Not now-not here!"
"I'll stand guard at the door while you blow him, and then you can eat my dick!"
"That's a risk I-I could never take!"
Calvin, paying no attention to what the teacher was telling him, promptly proceeded to lock first the front door, and then the back classroom door.
Now, Stan had his fly unzipped and his huge black cock was extended.
"Oh your knees, Teach," he demanded, "and be quick about it. We've got to get my rocks off before the bell rings!"
"Yes," Calvin chuckled. "This is lunch hour, Teach, and you're getting a liquid lunch."
Carol wasted no time. She knew she was fighting the clock, but she tried desperately to stave off this sex episode fearing the worst, by telling them, "We could have an orgy Saturday night. I've got another woman for you. And we'd all be screwing on a king-sized bed."
"That's Saturday night," Stan smiled. "Now-now is when I want my big old prick sucked."
Seeing she had no alternative, Carol reached up to grip his huge, black shaft. Her hot pink tongue swept over its smooth head and instantly some juice surfaced.
"Don't waste time," Calvin warned Stan. "Shove it in her mouth and drive it down her throat and shoot your gun off."
Paying heed to what his buddy told him, he rammed it roughly into her face and stabbed away. Her lips fastened on that big black dick as he slide it into her mouth.
"Come on, baby-suck!"
She was happy to accommodate him, enjoy the sight of his big black balls swinging back and forth against his white cotton shorts as he thrust.
Gripping her head, he grunted, "Now-now, gobble it! I'm juicing!"
The white cream exploded in Carol's mouth and she greedily devoured his sperm load.
"Hurry up," Calvin insisted. "We only got four minutes left for my blow-job."
"All right, but let her finish," Stan insisted.
Completing the cock suck, Carol slid off, Stan's joint, and waited for Calvin to come over. It was a short wait, for he already had his erect joint out and was pointing at her lips.
"Open up, honey," he smiled. "Let's get cracking!"
The huge penis stabbed savagely into her face, his enormous black balls bouncing on her bobbing chin.
Reaching around, she gripped his asscheeks and held on.
Massaging his black bottom stimulated him all the more. Parting his black behind, Carol slid a finger up his tight anus. He enjoyed the feel of her finger gliding up there and she didn't hesitate to plunge it back and forth.-"Wowee!" Calvin gasped, sliding his slippery, black cock down her throat. "Eat my cream! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
The cream splashed down her throat as he unloaded his big, hairy balls in her mouth. And he came none too quickly, for the end of the lunch hour was signalled by the shrill sound of the class bell.
"Hurry up-I can't keep these doors locked when the kids begin pounding to get in," Stan warned them.
But his words fell on deaf ears, for Carol was enjoying sucking sweet, white sperm out of his big black prick, too much to stop.
Stan gave Calvin a playful punch, to jolt him.
"Teach-let go of my cock," he begged.
With eyes closed, and her mouth still sucking the still shooting cock, she didn't hear him.
Stan grabbed her head and shook her back to reality. She finally slid her mouth off his penis and looked up.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she declared. "I got carried away-I guess. Did the bell ring?"
Getting to her feet as Calvin tucked his limp penis back in his pants, she understood what time it was by the banging, clamoring kids at the classroom doors.
"Ohh," she gulped, "I guess I didn't even hear the bell."
Stan flung the back door open and exited amidst the crush of students seeking entrance. A moment later, he was followed by Calvin, who barged out the front door.
Marion, the little girl who was quite a swinger and had once submitted to both Calvin and Stan in an orgy, suspected something immediately.
"I smell a rat," she laughed. "What's going on, Teach?" Shaking her head, she smiled. "Naughty-naughty!"
"I'll see you after class," the teacher told Marion.
"You aren't my type," Marion said softly. Everyone in the class heard it and roared.
"That isn't funny," Carol shrieked.
"Everyone else thought so," she smiled smugly.
Not wanting to send her to the front office, Carol continued the routine of the English class. Once the class broke, Marion started to walk out with the other students.
"Come back here, young lady," Carol demanded.
"What's your problem, Teach?" Marion asked angrily. "I've got to scram to the next class. If I'm late once more, old lady Dean will cream me."
"Come back here," Carol said angrily. "How dare you talk to me like that?"
"You hypocrite," Marion said evenly, "playing around with my man. Stan and I was considering going steady till he got hung-up on you. And nobody can see why, either!"
"Go on-get out of here," Carol exploded.
The idea that Stan had told his ex-girlfriend about them so upset her Carol couldn't think straight.
"Damn you," she shrieked, "you've got a hell of a lot of nerve."
It was fortunate for Carol her emotional eruption was wasted on an empty classroom. After school that day, when Stan and Calvin dropped by, to check on the Saturday night get together, she said solemnly, "before we go on any further-I want to know a few things."
"Like what?" Calvin inquired.
"Stan's girlfriend Marion has been accusing me of plenty. If either of you have talked-I'm in tall trouble."
"I never told that bitch, nothin'," Stan declared, "don't you pay no mind to her scare crap-understand?"
"You mean it. You never said a thing?" the teacher asked anxiously.
"Not a word," Stan said confidently, shaking his head for emphasis.
"Good," she gasped in relief. "My goose is cooked if you do. I don't think you realize how eager they are to get my ass if I was ever found out."
"We know, we know," Calvin nodded. "They're all a bunch of hypocrites. Half the faculty is playing around with the other half. They swing, but us kids got to play 'goody-goody', well, we need some pussy too."
"Of course you do, Calvin," she said quickly. "It's disgusting the way society would discriminate against you.
And don't you pay funky old society any mind."
"She's one of us," Stan smiled proudly. "She does understand. You've bridged that generation gap."
"Baby," Carol laughed, "there's no generation gap between us. I'm twenty-three, and you're sixteen-that's seven years. A generation is twenty-five years."
"What's the address?" Calvin asked eagerly.
"Here it is," she said, writing it out rapidly and handing it to him on a piece of paper. "Eight is a good time! All you need to bring, boys, is a good 'hard-on'."
"Don't worry," Stan winked, "it's always hard." Glancing down, she could see the outline of his pants, proving he wasn't lying.
The boys left, and she was alone. Alone with her troubled thoughts, and her own fears of the future. She was terrified, thinking of Betty and her wild demands, her blackmail threat and her dildo. The idea of having done anything with another woman made her feel squeamish, and dirty.
Betty dropped by after school to verify Saturday's orgy action.
"Is it all set up?" she smiled smugly.
"Yes, yes, it's all set up," Carol assured her.
CHAPTER TEN
All day Saturday, Carol balanced back and forth in her mind the risks of getting caught with another teacher and two students. It was an awful risk, but it was an awful lot of fun too.
She got a phone call about five o'clock from Betty, whose excitement about the orgy overshadowed any fear or guilt that might surface.
"What kind of liquor do they like most?" she asked.
"Vodka, whiskey-"
"I've got plenty of that, honey," she assured her, "but I meant to pick up a green gelatin salad, and I need some matches. I'm sorry to bother you, but I've got everything else."
"What are you doing fixing food?"
"Enormous fucking demands it," Betty explained. "I always have them fuel up for second and third rounds!
Screwing takes an awful lot out of a person. You've got to put something back!"
"Well, that's the truth," Carol admitted. "Fuck you later, honey," Betty laughed as she hung up.
Carol hardly knew what to make of Betty. She knew she was high strung, but she couldn't help wonder if she was high on something. She was so bubbly, so excitable, that Carol had good reason to believe she might be taking something to keep her in this frame.
Realizing what a wild night of it they'd probably have, Carol decided to get some rest before the orgy. She went into the bedroom, lay down and tried to get some rest. But, rest wouldn't come. She was so worried over what Marion had said. She seemed so sure, so confident when she made that dirty dig, she couldn't help wondering if Marion knew. Falling asleep, she didn't waken until seven. Groggily glancing at the clock she realized she barely had time for a shower. Having to go fifty-five miles per hour didn't help any either.
After a hasty shower, she dressed, making it a point to wear her laciest blue panties, and bra. She was almost to Betty's turn-off on the freeway, when she remembered the green gelatin and matches. She stopped at a liquor store near her place and went in to get the items.
Returning, she hurriedly drove on to Betty's apartment, after some difficulty locating it in the dark. Going up to her place, she rang the doorbell, and Betty, dressed in a see-through pink negligee, with nothing on underneath answered.
"Hi, luv," she grinned proudly. "The boys are here!"
"Hi, Teach," Stan smiled, "this is a cool pad! I want to get me a swinging apartment like this when I get out of school. I'm going into the delivery business."
"How nice," Carol enthused, "what will you be delivering?"
"Heroin," he smiled.
"He's kidding," Calvin laughed.
"I hope so," Carol said, "I don't approve of drugs!"
"That's because sex is your bag," Stan chuckled. "But if you ever reached out, you might like the trip too."
"I think we should begin with some liquid refreshments," Betty broke in, eager to get the show on the road.
When the four of them were sipping their second drink, Betty suggested, "I always find an orgy more relaxing without any clothes on. What say-we strip?"
Both girls took off their clothing first, followed by the boys, who watched them undress. It was comparatively easy for Betty to let the peek-a-boo negligee fall to the floor, instantly revealing her huge breasts with their erect red nipples. And, when Calvin got a load of Betty's shaved box, he dropped to his knees and threw his hands around her ass-cheeks.
"I never saw anything like it before in my life," he exclaimed. "Shaved pussy-look at this, man!"
Instantly, Stan came over to examine her pussy at close range too. This triggered Carol to put on a good show, and quickly.
"Look, lovers," she teased, luring them away from Betty. "My pussy has the new look!"
Both of them turned and saw that Carol had indeed shaved her vagina too.
"That is fantastic!" Stan beamed. "I never!"
"Now, you do, lover, and you better eat it too! Pussy juice will put hair on your balls!"
"Is that right?" he smiled up at her, playing along with the delicious humor Betty was injecting into her exposure of her shaved box for the boys' benefit.
"Sure, honey. Why don't we go into the bedroom. All four of us will fit real cozy, and nice on my king-size bed."
"Sure, baby," he agreed.
Calvin, and Stan followed, now bare butt naked. Their pants, shorts, shirts, socks and shoes were strewn about the living room floor carelessly.
"Woweee! What a bed! You can fuck wild on a bed like that," Stan enthused, bouncing his butt on the bed eagerly.
As the horny black boy got on the bed, Betty was really impressed by the size of his cock.
"Let me suck on that, honey," she smiled.
She patted her bosoms as she lay on her back. This was just the message Stan was waiting for. Eagerly, he straddled Betty's chest, gingerly lowering his black behind over her bosoms.
Wasting no time, she seized his huge, black pecker, and pulled its pulsating head to her mouth, letting her tongue sweep over its smooth head.
Suddenly, she was sucking on it, sucking hard, and strong. "Eat that cock," he demanded. "Suck its juicy head, honey, and I'll ram it down your throat when you get me excited enough."
Stan spread his legs excitedly as Betty's mouth moved up and down on his cock. But Carol was disgusted.
"If this is a decent orgy," she exclaimed, "then everybody gets a chance to swing!"
"What do you want-to suck my asshole?"
"I'd love that," Carol snapped, so angry now she'd go to any lengths to cut in on Betty's cocksucking performance, which was quite dramatic as she slid her mouth back and forth the entire length of his trusty tool.
"All right," he agreed, "I'll lie on my back and spread my legs so you can get your tongue up my asshole."
"Then I can eat your shaved box, Teach." Calvin grinned eagerly. "I never did eat no shaved pussy before."
"All right," she agreed.
At this point, she was eager for action. She tugged at Betty and told her in no uncertain terms, "Don't be selfish, honey. Share Stan's body with me!"
Betty didn't appreciate moving her mouth off Stan's big black prick for an instant. It was the first black head she'd ever sucked on, and she was finding it delicious to her taste.
Finally, she eased off.
Stan immediately positioned himself so he was lying on his back, and then Betty seized the opportunity to turn this position into something she could derive more pleasure from than their original stance.
"We can make it a sixty-niner, honey," she said, straddling him now, and pushing her pert, shaved pussy into his face. Stan gripped her bare ass cheeks and brought his mouth to her slit. Licking along its smooth surface, he smacked his lips.
Now, she bent over, brushing her weighty bosoms over his pubic hair, making them contribute to his pleasure as she pulled his giant mainstem back into her mouth. She gripped his shaft in one hand and supported herself on the bed with the other while she tingled to his tongue slipping up her hot snatch.
This was just the opportunity Carol wanted to play with Stan's genitals. If she couldn't have his cock in her mouth, she could have his balls, with the promise of some ass-sucking to follow. First, bending over, she licked at Stan's huge hairy, black nuts. Crouching on all fours proved a perfect position for Calvin to climb under Carol's crotch, and he wasted no time in lying on his back and sliding over to put his eager tongue in her twat. She raised her leg, happy to have him there taking care of her cunt.
As she felt Calvin's sticky tongue sliding slowly along her gash, she let her own tongue lash at Stan's black balls. To her surprise, once she was sucking in his balls, it didn't bother her that Betty was going up and down on his black joystick, for it seemed like a joint venture. It was a sexual trip where everyone went along for the ride, with but one goal-orgasm.
Meantime, Betty was getting one of the best cunt sucks she'd ever gotten. Stan's tongue was talented, no doubt about it. He flipped it in there with lusty desire, driving it relentlessly back and forth.
"Eat that pussy," Betty panted, momentarily letting her hot mouth slip off his huge penis shaft.
Immediately Carol released his nuts and let her mouth lick to the top of his cock. She swiftly slipped her lips over its head, and hung on-sucking.
"Give me that cock back," Betty said angrily, grabbing at his penis, almost tearing it off its fleshy mounting.
"Girls, girls, stop it!" Stan demanded. "One at a time! If you pull on it any harder Betty, there won't be any prick left for you or me either."
"Sorry, Betty," Carol apologized.
"You should be," she told her in no uncertain terms, "I was just about to get him to shoot his load."
"He's a real pistol. You won't have to worry about him coming again. He'll make it!"
Saying no more, Betty rapidly slipped her mouth over Stan's penis once more. Now, she was going to town in eager movements, going from the top of his shaft to its hairy bottom where she felt of his balls, tugging at them, teasing them, exciting him.
This was the time to get her tongue in his asshole, Carol calculated, not wanting to wait until he got his rocks off. The exciting moment to suck ass, she figured, was when he was on the brink of a juicy orgasm.
Parting his smooth, black asscheeks carefully, she slid her hot tongue up Stan's asshole with force and verve. Stan loved it, letting his ass wiggle all over the bed, causing no little difficulty for Betty who was having a problem staying on the head of his cock-shaft.
Its rubbery, slippery head was beginning to juice, and Betty realized she'd have to stop the up-and-down runs of her mouth over the cock.
"Suck-suck that cock," Calvin gasped as he saw Betty's cheeks pull in as she ate the head of it.
It bothered Carol that Calvin wasn't paying attention to her pussy and was glancing back to see his buddy get blown. Slipping her tongue momentarily out of Stan's tight anus, she told him so too. "Damn you Calvin, get your mouth back over my pussy! Lick it, honey! What's your tongue for if it ain't to eat pussy?"
Calvin got the point and reaching up gripped the teacher's firm, round behind, pulling her pussy to his mouth.
The tongue surged out and flipped quickly inside her pussy.
"Eat that pussy," she demanded. "Lick the button, baby. You know where it's at, don't you?"
Calvin's hands held Carol tightly as his tongue stabbed inside her eagerly. He kept his tongue flipping up and down over her clitoris, bringing her closer, still closer to climax.
Once she'd gotten Calvin's tongue whipping around inside her velvety vagina, she gently parted Stan's black ass cheeks and, not minding anything, stabbed inside with her stiffened tongue.
Stan couldn't recall anything that could compare to this sex trip he was taking now. Two teacher fuckers are better than one, he thought to himself. And as he thrust his cock harder into Betty's mouth he felt his juice ready to explode. He wanted that blinding flash of creamy cum to be sucked, and sucked vigorously, from the head of his big dick. But it bothered him no end to think of how short that fantastic "flash" actually was.
Enjoying it so intensely, that was always the one factor in fucking he didn't like the only factor.
He had learned through a lot of fuck-suck action how to cool it, hold back and how to make it last.
But Betty wasn't waiting. She wanted the flash of hot cream surging in her mouth. She could hardly wait to taste it, to swallow it, to feel it trickling down the corners of her sensuous lips.
Stan marveled at the feeling Carol was putting into her ass suck action. Her face was pressed tight to his behind, and her tongue was invading it with total lack of inhibition. She had one paramount thought in her mind-pleasure. His pleasure! And she vowed she'd give him a juicy climax like he never had before. From the way Stan's smooth ass was wiggling, she knew he was having a hell of a time and she was glad. Even though Betty was hogging the lion's share of the sex action, getting her pussy eaten and going up and down his penis, playing with his balls as well-she knew she had a portion of his anatomy that didn't often get loving like this. And she wanted to give him a shattering sexual experience, a fantasy sex trip that would make him never forget her asssuck.
As her tongue pumped savagely up his black asshole, she felt Calvin's tongue invading her pussy, probing, exploring and stimulating her. Calvin, observing the ass suck she was giving his buddy, figured he might add a finger up her asshole, to stimulate her pussy juices some more.
Easing his finger to her tightly, puckered anus, he slowly slid it up there. She liked the feel of it slowly, slowly sliding up there.
Now, she was totally stimulated, delighting in the sight of Stan's sliding black shaft slipping rhythmically in and out of the mouth of her girlfriend Betty.
It was a bit difficult to watch her and lick his asshole too, but the challenge added to her sexual excitement.
Meantime, she knew she'd have to juice as Calvin was biting down gingerly on her clitoris. And then, she was the first to cum. Her hot juices trickled down her inner thighs, as Calvin pressed his mouth tighter to her twat.
He was becoming more stimulate as he licked quickly to obtain all her sticky cum, which tasted so delicious to his tongue. Meantime, Calvin's cock was neglected and he was thinking of all the things he might do to get it off.
Now, Stan was exploding. His big, juicy dick shot its load in Betty's mouth and she sucked anxiously. Carol couldn't help but envy her girlfriend getting all that sweet, creamy juice from his big, black licorice stick.
She wanted his milk so bad, she wouldn't stop sucking, until he pinched her ass to signal her that he'd had enough. She still hadn't juiced in his face, and he was determined to milk her pussy before he moved his mouth. Pressing his lips down tightly on her moist, ripe vagina, he whipped his tongue around, creating a cunt vacuum, until she gushed.
Gripping Betty's ass cheeks tightly, he held onto her. It stimulated her no end to get action like this.
"Ohhh, Stan," she groaned in delight, "right on target! I like it when you love me that way!"
"Suck her cunt," Carol chimed in, trying to make out she didn't mind Betty getting all the attention. "Eat her creamy pussy, baby-and give her the big charge you gave me!"
Carol couldn't help reflecting on the last time they had gotten together for sex, and it seemed far superior than anything that four could have for the simple reason that she had had two big black cocks all to herself the last time. Plus she was the only female. She made up her mind that was the way she wanted it next time. A triple play beats a quartet any day, she reasoned.
Finishing Betty's juicy pussy, Stan pulled his tongue out and thanked her with a hard whack on her bare bottom.
"Sure enjoyed that sweet pussy, baby," he declared.
"Glad you liked it lover," she smiled.
It made Betty happy discovering the thrills of crossing the color line in sex. Certainly, this was a stimulating way to make it. Now, as Calvin pulled off her, Carol was busily thinking of some more action. As Calvin stood by the side of the bed, with his juicy, shiny black prick standing up proudly, she knew what she wanted.
"I want that up my asshole," she smiled, "up my tight fucking asshole. How about that?"
Carol wasted no time. She got into an assfuck, on-all-fours position, and Calvin eagerly mounted her. He gripped her hot ass cheeks tightly, and slowly eased his enormous penis into her.
"Baby," she pleaded, "use some lube on your black tube! I-I can't take all that meat-without something to help it slide."
"Sure," he smiled, spitting in the palm of his hand as he pulled his pecker out, and then applied some rapidly.
"This is the way we'll do it," he beamed. "We'll fuck it now! Ohh, do I like hot assfucks! It's tighter than pussy that's why I like it!"
"I know it is," Carol admitted gravely. "So slide it easy like, huh?"
"Don't you worry about nothing," Calvin smiled, his black hands gripping her ass cheeks eagerly.
"While you're fucking her, baby doll," Betty smiled enthusiastically, "I'll lick your ass out, Cal."
Betty wasted no time in mounting his black ass. Pulling his pumping ass cheeks apart, she buried her face in his butt. Then, she let her probing tongue search for his tight, puckered-up anus.
"That feels fantastic," Calvin admitted. "It inspires me to jab it up Carol's asshole!"
He meant it, as he drove his prick in there with a savage thrust. As it forged past the tight anal opening, Carol thought she was coming apart.
Gripping ass cheeks and squeezing them, Calvin delighted in the sight of his long, black dick sticking in her creamy white ass.
"I'm not going to get left out of this action," Stan declared eagerly. "I want in too."
Saying no more, he mounted Betty's butt. Roughly he ravished her asshole as he jabbed his black poker into her tight anus. Betty slid her tongue out of Calvin's ass, and demanded, "Use something-spit-anything. But don't just ram that impossible rod of yours up my asshole. I can't take anything that big without some help."
He got the point, and followed suit, spitting in the palm of his hand, and then applying his own spit to his black shaft, before slowly slipping it into Betty's behind. Betty was enjoying it-but nevertheless remained fearful of that momentous moment when it would slip past her tight anal opening.
"Reeeelax," he told her. "That's it! You won't even notice it. And then you'll beg for me to fuck your asshole, if you'll relax."
She began relaxing and discovered what he said was true. Once she allowed herself the chance to relax, she did feel better.
"Ohh, baby," she panted. "You are too much!" Meantime she returned to Calvin's neglected asshole. She knew her slippery tongue sliding up his hot asshole could only increase the pleasure he was deriving from driving his cock up her girlfriend's behind.
Calvin was sweating, and as his slippery stabber drove rhythmically into Carol's upturned ass cheeks, he enjoyed his balls bouncing on her behind. Pulling it out as far as it could go without slipping out altogether, he'd plow down into her, stimulating and exciting her still more.
"Fuck me-fuck my asshole!" she moaned, reaching down to grip the sheets and wad them up in her hands as she became more intensely stimulated with what was happening to her.
The wild fucking continued now, with the four of them connected in the most sensual, intimate manner possible. Calvin looked in the mirror. He not only delighted in the reflection of his own cock stabbing into Carol's asshole, but he got a big charge from seeing Betty's tongue plunging into his own behind. It gave him a feel of superiority, of domination as his sexual fantasies sprang to life in all their erotic glory.
For Betty, it was a great trip, for not only was Stan stabbing her asshole, but he was reaching out to grip her breasts, to tease and excite the nipples-alternately, going down to her pussy and stabbing a finger in there.
"Fuck ass-fuck ass!" Calvin gasped as he neared climax. He wanted Carol to participate by pushing her butt back to greet his ass-stabbing action.
"That's the way I like it baby-throw it back to me and I'll ride it into you, just like that!"
He illustrated with a savage cockstab up her rectum, and she responded by pushing her hot ass back for more of the same.
"Churn it," he demanded. "Come on, baby. Twist your ass for me! I want to fuck it!"
Carol twisted her ass around his cock.
"I'm creaming," Calvin panted. "Baby, keep that backfield in motion!"
Carol didn't stop grasping his stabbing dick in her hot asshole as his hot cream shot high up her rectum. As Calvin's sweaty, shooting balls banged against her ass, she could tell Stan was shooting his juice into Betty.
"Hang tight, Betty baby," Stan groaned, as the cum shot into her asshole.
This cued Carol into more tongue stabbing activity, as she didn't want to slow the pace of her ass lick action.
Reaching around to feel of Betty's box, Stan stabbed a couple fingers in and worked them feverishly around her clit.
"Oh, Stan," Betty panted. "We-We made it!"
The hot pussy juice swept down her inner thigh as he continued the finger movements that brought her around. At that point, the four of them were satisfied. First, Calvin slid his still erect tool carefully out of Carol's asshole. Carol slid her tongue out of Stan's black behind and Stan, in turn, pulled his peter out of Betty's butt.
Then, the four of them lay across each other on the bed. Betty and Stan were embracing and Carol and Calvin were kissing.
"I never had so much fun in my life!" Stan smiled at Betty. "You chicks are wild! I've done a lot of screwing around, ever since I was born with a hard-on, but I never had action like you gave me tonight!"
Totally turned on by the uninhibited sex they had enjoyed together, Calvin wrapped his arms lovingly around Carol and smiled. His lips pressed on hers and she willingly opened her mouth so he could slip his tongue inside. Soon, they were flipping their tongues against each other, and Carol's hand roamed down his back to his black buttocks. She massaged them both, as Calvin slipped his tongue out of her mouth to tell her, "I like getting my ass fucked!"
Carol took her cue immediately, and began stabbing her finger up his tight, black anus.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As Betty observed Carol's finger gently sliding up Calvin's black asshole, she got an idea.
"Carol, honey," she smiled, "would you mind if I tried something tremendous with Calvin!"
"She's doing my asshole just fine," Calvin smiled, not wanting to interrupt the good time he was having.
Betty pulled away from her young black lover, Stan, and moved toward the dresser.
"I've got a surprise for you, Calvin." she giggled, pulling out the drawer and reaching in to find her dildo. She held it up like a trophy, its black straps falling on her arm.
Calvin sat up and took notice, and so did Stan.
"What in hell is that thing?" Stan demanded.
"That, luv, is a dildo." Betty smiled proudly, as she began strapping it on herself.
"I never saw nothing like that before," Calvin exclaimed. The two of them looked at it, and Betty finished strapping it on herself.
As she stood there, with the plastic dildo, she turned around and bent over to get the small bladder bag attachment. Turning around, she began fitting it onto the dildo, so she could make it functional.
"That is funny," Calvin said, not understanding what the bladder bag was going to be used for.
"It's not funny at all," Betty laughed. "You see this is where we put the juice."
"The juice?"
"Why, yes," Betty explained. "You can heat up milk to fill it, and then you press the button and it juices!"
"That's fantastic!" Calvin shook his head in amazement, "But can't you think of something more like cum than milk."
"Hmmmm, let's think-what could we use!"
"I've got it," Stan replied. "We'll use egg yolks. That would really be something-"
"Marvelous," Betty smiled, striding toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Stan asked, "you actually going to use egg yolks."
"Why not?" she laughed, going through the living room to the kitchen with Calvin, Stan and Carol following close behind.
Opening up the refrigerator door, she took out a carton of eggs, and began cracking them into a large container. After six of them, she started removing the egg yolks. Next, she filled the rubber bladder.
"You're going to get fucked," she smiled at Calvin, "like you've never been fucked before."
"Good, baby, good," Calvin responded, pinching her breast for the fun of it.
When they were back in the bedroom, Betty made no bones about giving specific instructions, "Now, Calvin, honey-lie on your back, with a pillow under your ass, so I can stab this dildo up it."
"I-I don't know if I want you to do it or not," he said, his voice quivering, his eyes getting bigger as he noticed just how big the plastic penis she intended to slip up his asshole actually was.
"Maybe you should have a test-run on Stan's. He's got a bigger butt than I have!"
"Chicken, chicken," Stan laughed. "Go ahead and fuck his asshole," he admonished Betty.
"Of course, I wouldn't just stab it up there without some help." She smiled, squeezing the contents of a small container of surgical jelly into the palm of her hand. Rubbing the jelly over the dildo, she insisted, "get on the bed, Calvin, I want to ream your ass with my finger. This will make it slide smooth-and easy!"
"All right," he agreed reluctantly. Lying back on the bed, he spread his legs for the big invasion. Next, she straddled his legs, and explained how it had to be done.
"Throw those big legs over my shoulders, honey, so I can swing this cock up there," she smiled.
Scratching his chin nervously, he threw his legs over Betty's shoulders, and shoved his ass forward, closer to the sticky dildo.
"Your bladder bag pulled out," Carol noticed, "I'll attach it for you, dear."
Reaching down, Carol pressed the small tube connected from the dildo to the bladder bag, allowing the liquid to shoot through the head of the plastic penis, when the button was pressed.
"Why, thank you, luv-I'm glad you noticed. I'd hate like hell to have a dry run. Calvin might think I was impotent," she laughed.
Guiding the slippery dildo into Calvin's asshole had to be done with care. He kept pulling back.
"Reeeelax," Betty insisted. "You won't even know what hit you when I drive this up your asshole, Cal."
"That's what you think," he groaned as she drove in with a savage thrust.
Calvin could hardly believe the huge dildo was driving up there with such fierce force. The instant it slid past his tight anal ring, it did hurt like the devil. However, once it had surged into him, he had to admit the slickened dildo produced a strange kind of pleasure.
It provided an erotically stimulating sight for Stan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed watching closely.
"Fuck his asshole," he chuckled, seeing the humor of the situation.
"You bet I will!" Betty turned to tell him, "I can fuck yours next!"
"Thanks, but no thinks," he smiled, his penis lengthening, as the sensual excitement he felt watching the dildo driving in his buddy's butt heated his nuts.
"Now, Cal," Betty said softly, "angle your body so I can get your big black prick in my mouth!"
"Oh, no," Carol laughed, surprised, and obviously outdistanced by all of the sexual acrobatic positions her girlfriend Betty could imagine and then put into practice.
"Sure, it can be done," Betty smiled, "I've done it before with Big Hank from Texas, a close friend of mine.
He used to get a charge out of me sucking his big old cock off, and stabbing my trusty dildo up his asshole.
Pity I used milk. Egg yolk is so close to cum!"
Stan was pumping his meat now, and he moved closer to Carol. He figured her free hand might as well be put to some good use.
"Jerk it for me, baby," he told her.
Opening her eyes, but not taking her mouth off Cal's nuts, Carol reached out to grip his tool and pump it.
"That's nice," Stan panted. "Pump it hard and good!" She was pumping vigorously and enjoying it when Calvin jabbed his cock an inch farther in Betty's eager, cum-hungry mouth.
"Keep it up," Cal panted, "now I'm enjoying it! Oh, yes, Betty baby-blow me, fuck me!"
Stan was watching, enjoying it enormously.
"Stick it up his asshole," he told her, "farther, Betty-faster! Let him feel it!"
His eyes widened as he watched. Betty's breasts were bouncing up and down as her mouth moved from the head of his shaft, down an inch, as that was all she could take in from this angle.
"Suck it, baby," he groaned in delight, "ahh, yes-yes, that's the way to do it! Suck it!"
The hot mouth action, coupled with new-found sensations in his asshole, with the dildo driving in smoothly, was pitching him to new peaks of sexual pleasure.
"Oh, fuck my ass-fuck my ass," he begged, as he felt it tingling to his toes, "I-I can't stand it! Baby, when I shoot, you shoot too."
Now Calvin was slowly turning his body, at just the right angle so Betty could grasp his penis and make the attempt to bring it to her mouth.
"I'll just pump on it a minute or two," she smiled and added. "That'll get you long enough to meet my mouth."
"Why don't you suck on his balls for him?" Stan suggested, "that might fire the furnace?"
"Good idea," Carol agreed. Leaning over managed to get her face down around his hairy, black nuts. First she massaged them and then she licked them. Next, she opened her hot mouth and sucked on them while Betty went on pulling on his penis while she was stabbing her dildo up his asshole at the same time.
"That's the way to do it," she panted. "Ohh, yes, baby-yes-fuck it!"
The pleasure they were experiencing now, was unique, and to her surprise Carol found she didn't mind playing second fiddle to her girlfriend Betty. She was enjoying being part of the unique sex action.
Her ball suck created results. Calvin's cock was getting longer and harder as his mind was diverted from fear connected with the dildo driving too far up his asshole, and he focused on the powerful pleasure the ball suck, combined with the jerk job was giving him.
"Suck that cock-suck it!" Calvin pleaded as he felt his juices, hot and eager for release.
Now, he was long enough, so Betty could fit her mouth over just the head of the shaft and continue driving her dildo up his hot, tight asshole at the same time.
"Lick it," he told her, as her hot, eager tongue flipped over the juicy head of it. "Bite me, baby-bite me!"
This signalled Betty to use her teeth, nibbling lightly on the head of it. Carol continued licking his balls and she watched her dildo slide back and forth in his quivering black asshole.
Stan was discovering how much fun watching could be. He got a big charge out of seeing a kind of sex he'd never seen before.
But when his excitement built to a pitch, he couldn't stand it. "Get your mouth off of my meat," he begged Carol.
Carol hated to stop what she was doing on Calvin's balls, but she figured it wasn't fair to leave Stan without the sex connection he needed to unload his sperms.
"Sure, baby," she smiled, replacing her hand with her mouth on his trusty tool.
"Clamp your mouth on my dick," he told her, "cause I'm going to come in a minute."
Now, Calvin's cock was shooting into Betty's eager mouth. "Get the juice," he gasped. "Suck me-fuck meohh, ahh, yes, eat me!"
That was Betty's signal to press the button on the rubber bladder, releasing the egg whites into his tight, twisting black asshole. Pressing it quickly, the bladder functioned smoothly, projecting the sticky egg whites high up his rectum.
Indeed it was a double-thrill, the likes of which he'd never experienced before, and he liked it.
"Woweee!" Calvin grunted, as he shot his wad and felt the dildo shooting into himself.
Finishing, Betty proudly slipped her mouth off his shaft and asked eagerly, "how did you dig this assfuck and cocksuck at the same time, lover boy?"
"Super!" he smiled. "You sure got no inhibitions-you'd do anything, wouldn't you, Teach?"
"Yes," she smiled, sliding the dildo out of his asshole. Just then, Stan juiced.
"I'm creaming," He panted, "gobble my load!"
Betty decided she'd get into the act and, bending over, sucked on his hairy, black balls, while her girlfriend Carol ate him.
"Two women is better than one, any day," Stan panted, when he'd finished shooting his cum into Carol's mouth.
Now the four of them were sprawled out on the bed, and Calvin suddenly began laughing.
"What's so funny, honey?" Carol asked.
"Just seeing Betty lie there, with those big tits on her and that plastic pecker where her pussy is! I-I don't know, it just struck me funny!"
"Don't you think fucking is pretty comical, when you come right down to it?" Carol chuckled.
"You mean when you go right down to it, don't you?" Stan smiled.
"You might say that," Carol nodded.
Betty decided it was time to fix the feast she'd prepared for. "Bet you fuckers are hungry," she laughed.
"I could eat a cow," Stan declared.
"A whole cow?" Betty demanded.
"Almost," he said, "hope you've got plenty of booze! I could use a drink or three."
Betty, Carol, Stan and Calvin headed-still stark naked-for the kitchen, to where she went to work immediately to fix a feast.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The boys left after Betty had fed them a huge meal. Left alone, Carol asked Betty, "Did you enjoy tonight?"
"I sure did, honey! I'd heard plenty about black cock-and now I know all they say is true. I mean those two studs were hung to here and they fucked wild!"
"You know, Betty," Carol said flatly, "you and I might just as well make plans for a new career."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"I mean it," Carol continued, puffing nervously on a cigarette. "You don't think Stan or Calvin will keep their mouths shut forever, do you?"
"If they're getting sex from us-why would they talk?"
Shaking her head, she commented, "You don't know men like I do."
"I think I do," Betty snapped indignantly.
"I don't understand," Carol said. "How you can be so blind. Half the fun of fucking for men is telling other men what studs they are. And don't think Stan or Calvin are any different."
"I guess you're right," Betty said nervously, thinking about what she had told her.
"I know I'm right," Carol said grimly. "And it will be just a matter of time until-until-" Her voice trailed off, as she found it hard to speak the words that would tell it like it is.
"You know what you're doing to me," Betty said, pouring herself a double-shot, "don't you, Carol?"
"I'm trying to help you," Carol countered quickly. "Now and then we ought to look at the truth!"
"Spare me," she replied. "The truth hurts! We'll probably get plenty of attention, but it will be our word against theirs."
"Sure," Carol shrugged. "But once they start talking, they'll have our number. We're both sluts, from the word go-and you know it."
"I'm sophisticated," Betty insisted.
"A sophisticated slut," Carol cut back. "Face it, baby! The only difference between you and me and the whore trade is they get paid, damnit!"
"I'd never think of being a whore," Betty insisted. "I'm a swinger, a sex rebel!"
"All right, go on looking at it through rose-colored glasses, but if you wake up someday and find out you are fired, don't say I didn't tell you so."
Betty didn't want to talk anymore and said so flatly, as she headed for the bedroom with Carol close behind.
"I'm too drunk to drive home, tonight," Carol slurred. "Hope you don't mind if I stay with you."
"As long as you don't give me any more of those negative vibes," she declared. "I-I won't stand for it! I've played around for years, and never got in trouble. One time I even did it with a preacher, and he loved my pussy!"
"Not another word," Carol said, rolling over and going to sleep rapidly, the booze helping greatly.
When the two teachers went back to school the following week, Carol's grim prediction proved true in a most unexpected manner. Following school on Monday, Calvin and Stan dropped by to see her. She was noticeably nervous and Cal insisted, "Relax, honey-don't get uptight!"
"I've told both of you not to see me in the classroom," she whispered anxiously, glancing about the room to make sure no one could hear what she was saying.
"We've got a little party planned for next Friday night," Stan grinned, flashing a knowing smile at his buddy Calvin.
"I'm tied up Friday night," she said quickly.
"Sure you are-with us," Stan went on smiling. "So you invite Betty too! We'll meet at a motel."
"A motel?" the teacher exclaimed loudly, just as the janitor walked by. Hearing noise coming from the classroom, he thrust his head in the door, and asked, "everything under control here?"
"Oh, yes, sure-thank you!" She smiled nervously, trying to get him out of the room as rapidly as possible.
"Move on, you nosey old broom pusher," Calvin turned to tell him.
"Don't you talk crappy to me, you worthless scum!" Calvin and Stan gristled, moving rapidly to the door. Stan gripped the janitor by his neck, bringing his powerful hands tighter, and tighter. "You apologize bastard, or I'll choke you!"
"I apologize," he said feebly. Stan waited a moment before he released his grip on his neck.
Finally, he did release him, and the janitor with a fear-ridden expression on his face moved away angrily.
"Guess we showed him, didn't we, Teach?" Calvin laughed, coming over to the desk. "Now, don't make waves. We are going to have a good time!"
"No-I-I won't make waves," she said softly, the impact of what she'd just witnessed making a deep impression on her. At that point, the girls' vice-principal stepped in the door, and the boys quietly exited.
"How is everything going?" she smiled brightly. "From all I hear you are doing a wonderful job."
"Just fine," she managed to say, her voice husky with emotion, quivering with fear.
"You are troubled about something," the girls' vice principal detected.
Just then, the janitor stepped into the room.
"I didn't mean to be eavesdropping," he contributed. "But no wonder she's uptight. Those young punks were in here and liked to kill me."
"What do you mean?"
"I-I don't know," Carol said quickly, not wanting to name names.
"You saw it," the janitor insisted. "One of them kids grabbed me and squeezed my neck, liked to choke me to death!"
"How awful!" the girls' vice-principal exclaimed, placing her hand to her neck fearfully. "Do give me their names, Miss Carter. So I can discipline them immediately."
"I-I don't know their names."
"Do you mind my asking what they were doing in your classroom?" she spat furiously.
"All right, all right," the janitor said, trying to make it easy on her. "She'd tell you if she knew. Just punk kids out to make trouble, that's all."
"If you see them again," the girls' vice principal demanded, "get their names, and I'll see to it they're punished!"
"Thank you so much for helping me," Carol said, finding it an awkward position to be in.
"Anytime," the school official smiled. "We're here to help, and don't you forget it!"
She bustled out of the room and Carol was left alone with the janitor, who didn't move. Finally, narrowing his eyes, and looking at her, he spoke evenly, "you knew who those creeps were, but you didn't want to tell her.
They got you scared?"
"I've got to be going now," Carol said, slipping a pile of homework papers into her briefcase and making a hasty exit, so hasty in fact, she had to return to the cabinet to get her purse.
When she got home that night, she phoned Betty frantically, "Betty-they're blackmailing us!"
"Slow down, honey. Who is doing what to whom?"
"Calvin and Stan are blackmailing us," she said, her voice full of emotion.
"I don't believe it," Betty said. "Now tell me what made you say that?"
"The boys came by after school! They said you and I were going to have to join them at a Friday motel fuck or else!"
"Oh, I've got a date for Friday," Betty laughed. "I can't make it."
"Cancel your date right away!"
"I won't do anything of the kind," Betty declared. "I've been working on this date for a long time and it means a lot to me-"
"Who is it with?"
"The manager of the corner gas station," she declared. "And he can't make it Saturday night cause he fucks his wife on a regular basis every Saturday and she'd be suspicious if he missed-"
"You poor kid," Carol sighed. "I see what you mean-you've got a good thing going, but Stan and Calvin mean business. I saw them terrify the school janitor today-grab him by the neck and squeeze."
"Dear God," Betty gasped. "I see what you mean! This is awful! You mean we are being forced to fuck against our will?"
"Now you get the picture-at last! I warned you we were playing with fire, fucking with students!"
"Pity we didn't stick to each other, or the gas station man," Betty lamented. "At least we'd have a full tank.
Now, they'll use us."
"Like we used them," Carol reminded her.
"We didn't use them," Betty said angrily. "We gave them the fucking time of their lives, you better believe it."
"But they're minors-remember that?"
"They know more about fucking than I do," Betty boomed angrily. "Hell, whose kidding whom? They've been fucking since they were five years old-I began at twelve."
"Shall we resign now, and make a clean breast of it?" Carol suggested frankly.
"Never!" Betty declared. "I'm a fighter, as well as a fucker. I'll cancel out on Tim. It'll mean all I get is ten gallons in my tank, damnit, but if I don't follow through with those good for nothing kids-I won't have money to buy ten gallons!"
"You said it," Carol agreed. "Perhaps we can play along with them, and both put in for transfers next week.
How does that grab you?"
"Of course," Betty laughed, "if they find out, we'll be transferred-straight from the school house to the jail house!"
"Think positive," Carol insisted. "We could always say we were raped!"
"Do you think anybody would believe it?"
"No-not as many times as we've had sex with them. I'll let you know more as I find out. Right now. I'm signing off for a drink. I need something!"
The phone conversation for that day was over. But, as Stan relayed the time and place on Thursday to Carol Carter, she told Betty later that very night.
"The Sleeprite Motel," she laughed. "That's the biggest whore motel in town. They've got water beds, fuck films on t.v., you name it-they got it! I've heard they operate a call girl business in cooperation with the motel operation. They phone the girls, and tell them which rooms to service. It's awful-room service use to mean dinner on a cart-now it means cunt on call."
"Well, we're set for seven. It's room 450. I wonder if we should go singly or together."
"We should go together, honey," Betty laughed. "There's safety in numbers, they say!"
At seven o'clock, both girls were together in Betty's big car. As Betty pulled into the parking lot, she complained, "This car takes so much gas-a girl must fuck the gas station man, if she's going to have wheels."
"It is awful," Carol agreed. "How many miles to the gallon?"
"Eight," she said, "and I got it the day before they stopped the oil-timing!"
Parking, they got out and went to the room designated. They knocked, and a voice asked, "Who is it?"
"Betty-who did you think it was-the man in the moon?" The door opened a crack, and she saw Stan standing there.
"Ssshh," he said, putting his forefinger to his lips for silence, "we've got a few people in here and we don't want to get the manager suspicious with too much noise."
Going inside, both Betty and Carol found themselves surrounded by naked young boys from high school.
"What are we walking into?" Carol asked, her voice quivering, as she saw the huge penises that were erect and ready.
"This is our den of sin," Calvin grinned. "First, we ought to get the ladies drunk, how about that?"
"I recognize you," one sandy-haired boy smiled, looking up at Carol. "You're Miss Carter, English I."
"You must be thinking of another teacher-"
"I'd recognize you anyplace," the boy smiled. "Let's split this scene," Carol whispered to Betty.
Overhearing what she'd whispered, Calvin grunted. "No way, Teach. We're going to take turns. We got to collect the money to pay for the motel."
"What? You're charging," Betty exclaimed. "That will make me a whore! I won't do it!"
"You won't get none of it," Stan assured her. "So it won't make you a whore, technically!"
Betty thought about that a moment, "Well, that's true! But, why should you get the money for my pussy?"
"So you won't be a whore, silly," Stan smiled smugly. "Now get your clothes off-everybody is naked. We're going to show the fuck films on t.v., too. Won't that be groovy?"
Seeing two naked youths stationed at the motel room door, the teachers knew they had no alternative.
"We might as well enjoy it," Betty sighed. "But how much action can I take?"
"One in your pussy, one in your asshole and one fucking your face," Stan smiled. "How does that grab you?"
"You've got to be kidding," she gasped. "One at a time! I-I won't let you all pile into me! How-how dare you?"
There was nothing she or Carol could say that would change Stan's mind. He had decided that to get the orgy rolling, they'd begin with Betty getting a three-way fuck.
"I do need something to drink," Betty declared, going over to the dresser where half-empty booze bottles, along with a container of plastic liquor glasses and ice cubes in a plastic sack beckoned.
She quickly slipped some ice cubes into a plastic glass and poured herself a shot of bourbon.
"Take the bottle," Carol suggested, "you'll have to be stinking drunk to go through with this!"
The boys were chattering, laughing and joking and talking dirty as the school teachers began preparing drinks. It didn't take them long to realize they might as well get it over with. The t.v. color movies were stimulating the boys. A couple of them were jacking-off, watching.
The color fuck film showed a woman being eaten, while a man was mounting her asshole.
"Educational television, Teach," Stan laughed.
"Call me, call me Betty," she slurred. "I'm not a teacher now, honey-I'm your fuck-mate."
She began undressing, making it a point to take her time to tease and tantalize the boys who were observing her strip ever so closely.
Bending over, they could see her firm, round ass-cheeks easily through the nylon panties. Her great bosoms didn't sag, and her nipples hardened when she pressed her fingertips to them, to redden them.
"I get her ass," Stan demanded, "and Calvin-you fuck her pussy!"
"She can eat my dick!" A freckle-faced kid pulled her by the hand over to the bed.
"On the bed, Teach," he demanded. "Get on the bed-and get going!"
She got on the bed and lay on her side.
"I don't want it that way," Calvin said. "I want to be on the bottom and fuck your cunt that way.
Stan can stab it in your asshole when he mounts you."
The vigorous, muscular black boy spread his body across the white sheet. He ran his hand back and forth on his penis as if he were peeling it.
"Now, just slide your pussy down my cock," he declared. She straddled him and pushed forward, letting her cunt slip down tightly over the penis-shaft.
A moment later, Calvin was thrusting back and forth with hard, vigorous cockstabs. Her great breasts brushed across his chest as she pumped it.
"Slow down, fucker," Stan demanded. "I want to slide my pecker up your asshole."
She slowed the tempo of her fuck, allowing Stan ample opportunity to grip her ass cheeks, squeeze them and suddenly slide the cock between them as he surged toward her asshole. It didn't go in, and he knew why. In his anxiety to fuck her, he'd failed to provide any slip-slide to make it move in smoothly. Spitting in his hand, he applied some of his own spit to his penis. Using his finger, he added some of his spit to her asshole for easy sliding.
Now, he gripped her ass proudly as he rode into her. It moved in smoothly.
"Fuck it," he demanded. "Come on, baby, fuck!" The sudden, urgent surge of his penis into her tight asshole, had Stan so excited, and stimulated, it was all he could do not to juice.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes, fuck, twist it that's how I want it! Give it to me, baby-give, fuck-fuck fast!"
Betty's ass twisted around and the double-way screw went into high gear.
"I can feel him slamming into your asshole," Calvin exclaimed. "When you twist your butt around, you take my cock on the trip with your pussy grabbing even tighter. Let's shoot it off together. We'll get the same fucking pace, and we'll make it."
"Don't forget me," the freckle faced boy reminded them. "I'm here too-and I want to get my rocks off!"
The sturdy, hairy young man got on the bed before her face. He had to rest on one knee and guide his cock to her face at an angle, so as not to interfere with Calvin, who was thrusting in her pussy in time to his buddy's ass-stabs.
Betty seized his penis eagerly, as the boys applauded. She let her tongue lick down the shaft and tickled his balls. Next, she opened her mouth, letting him enter.
As Carol watched, she envied Betty. This was it-the ultimate orgasm. She couldn't wait until she would be the center of a three-way cock trip; one for the pussy, one for the asshole, one for the mouth. She could just imagine how sensational it would be to have the hot creamy cum gushing into three orifices, instead of the monotonous one.
"Go to it, cock eater," the sandy hair boy panted, as he slid it farther into Betty's mouth, until it touched the back of her throat. "That's how I like it! Yes, yes, indeed!"
"Fuck it," Stan grunted, as he stabbed it up her rectum. "Keep moving baby-grind your ass around! Ohh, now-keep that up. I can't stand it! What an asshole to fuck! I'm climbing the walls, baby! Keep your tail moving!"
She was surprised how Betty went at it. She realized that each hole could produce pleasure, and that the three holes-pussy, ass, and mouth working in concert-would be triple pleasure.
Calvin was the first to get his rocks off. Reaching around to grip her ass-cheeks, which Stan was thrusting between, he grunted, "I'm cumming! I made it! Hurry up, you guys!"
Betty loved the feel of his pecker shooting into her pussy, and this was followed seconds later by Stan who thrust in to the hilt, and shot his wad.
Gripping her ass cheeks along with Calvin, he grunted, "Fuck! Keep that hot asshole twisting baby, milk my cock!"
She ground around, pulling more juice out of his lubricated, thrusting pecker.
"Hang in there," the freckle-faced kid panted as he pumped his pecker into her mouth. Her lips fastened around the head of the shaft as she built up suction.
"Now, baby, now," he groaned in delight as the hot, creamy sperm shot out of his cock into her hungry mouth. "Gobble it, baby-gobble it!"
He enjoyed the sight of her cheeks sucking in as she ate his cum.
"Swallow it," he told her, "oh, yes, like that! There's more there, cock-eater. It's good till the last drop!"
Gulping greedily, she delighted to the feel of his sweaty balls bouncing on her chin. She sucked until it tickled, and he had to tell her to stop. Then, he withdrew his limp cock from her.
Next, Stan pulled his pecker out of her asshole, and giving Calvin a kiss, she lifted off him.
"Now how about the other teacher?" one husky, young student smiled, looking at Carol.
"One more drink," Carol insisted, stepping over to the dresser. The drink didn't help her, however, as she became fearful of them ganging up on her.
"One at a time," she insisted.
"That's not fair," the muscular blonde boy complained, "I wanted to make it a three-way!"
"Take turns," Calvin insisted. "If that's the way the lady wants to get fucked-take turns!"
Carol went over to the bed where Betty had just given her sensational performance. Betty was standing on the sidelines, watching through booze-glazed eyes.
Nervously, Carol stretched out. As the boys caught sight of her naked splendor, the beautiful round breasts, with their big nipples, the smooth slit, and the creamy, smooth ass, they got harder. Some of them reached down to gently massage their balls, or stroke their cocks while they watched the big blond kid get on top of her.
"Don't take too long," another boy demanded. "I'll get my rocks off watching if I'm not careful!"
She spread out, and he guided his enormous shaft into her smooth slit and began driving into her.
"Put your arms around me, honey," he demanded. "I want to feel the finger up my asshole."
Carol let her arms go around him, and then she felt of his back, groping slowly down to his firm, round buttocks.
"Fuck her good, peckerwood," one boy panted, as he pulled on his peter.
Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding penis and he thrust forward with insistent force.
"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped eagerly. "That's how it's done! Grab it! Milk my prick!"
As the sex electricity built between their sweaty bodies, Carol threw her legs around him and pumped her pelvis forward to meet his insistent cockstabs.
"Now, baby, now," he begged, as he reached back to guide her between his ass-crack.
She knew what he wanted and she let her finger slip slowly to his tight, puckered anus.
"Fuck my asshole while I fuck your cunt," he demanded.
Her finger plunged up his asshole, adding fire to his balls, as he rode into her.
"Ohh, yes, baby, yes," he groaned in delight, "that's the way I like it! Fuck! Fuck, fast, honey!"
Faster and faster, he pumped the cock into her pussy, and she went on plunging her finger up his tight asshole at the same tempo.
Clasping her thighs tighter around him, he drove in with a final, savage thrust and shot his gun off.
"What a pistol," she panted. "Give it to me. Every inch!" His thick, pulsating flesh plunged into her vagina with a new found vigor and hot urgency.
"Ohh, ahh, fuck! Fuck it! Fuck, fast, baby, fuck!" She continued twisting her ass around, pulling more juice out of his balls. His fantastic performance, as well as hers drew a hefty round of applause from the assembled naked high school studs, who were each eager to get their rocks off.
As soon as he'd pulled his cock out of her, another boy was on top of her.
"I like to enter by way of the backdoor," he laughed. "Flip over honey, and I'll ass-fuck you!"
The sturdy young boy's eyes were ablaze with passion, and judging from the size of his enormous cock, it wasn't going to take long to get it off in her asshole.
"Let's time him," Calvin suggested. "We'll see how long it takes to pull his pistol."
Grasping Carol's ass cheeks, the boy suddenly stabbed harder, desperately trying to juice it at record speed.
He was sweating now, as he raced to time his cockstabs to climax.
"Fuck your ass, fuck it-keep that backfield in motion, baby-come on-fuck, damnit!"
Carol contributed her part to the timed assfuck by gyrating her hips for him as he stabbed savagely.
"One minute," Calvin counted. "Will he make it before two minutes is up?"
The young man who was driving his cock into her had to admit that it was difficult to get his gun off with everybody watching. Trying so hard to cum was making it next to impossible to come. His inhibitions were surfacing. He felt eyes on him-he felt slimy, dirty, fearful he wouldn't make it before the buddies who were timing his fuck.
"Now, baby, now," he groaned. "Yes-keep that ass twisting! That's the way to do it! Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
The hips twisted around some more, and with Calvin counting, "Three minutes! Will he make it before four?"
He could hardly continue.
Now, he was really sweating, and the angry boys who were glaring at him for taking so long in her asshole, were beginning to chant, "Fuck it off! Fuck it off!"
The more they chanted, the more he panted, as the sweat rolled down his back, his legs, and his penis went limp. At this point, the boys were ready to erupt in riot.
"Four minutes, will he make it in five?" Calvin laughed, seeing the humor of the situation, because he had gotten his rocks off earlier.
"We're going to pull that limp dick out of her," one boy declared angrily. "We're ready to fuck her, and we can't get the show on the road-" Calvin went into a laughing jag, "Five-will he make it in six?"
Bending over with laughter, the boys demanded, "Get off her-we want to fuck-we want to fuck!"
What they didn't realize was how loud they were. The chant sounded down the line of motel rooms and one distraught tenant, phoned the management.
"We want to fuck! We want to fuck!" the chant continued, as Calvin, laughing so hard now, he could hardly speak, counted. "Six-will he be lucky on seven?"
Just then the motel door swung open, and the manager, along with a guard, entered.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded.
"He can't get his rocks off," Calvin chuckled, pointing to the boy who was pulling a limp penis out of Carol's upraised asshole.
"Split this scene," Stan cried excitedly, as sirens sounded in the distance, when police responded to the motel manager's call. They had no difficulty locating the room where the disturbance was coming from, for young men, half-dressed, and panting were running all over the parking lot.
Betty was dressing, and Carol had collapsed in a drunken stupor on the bed. Calvin, still seeing the funny side of it, was splitting his sides with laughter, "you should have seen them-I mean that stud couldn't get it up there!"
When Stan, Betty, and Carol were booked, little did they realize what a prize catch they had that night.
Later, when the truth came out, both teachers were fired-and fast. Once Betty and Carol had obtained a suspended sentence, and fined, they realized they had to forget teaching.
"Did you ever think of Nevada?" Betty smiled. "Why should I think of Nevada?" Carol questioned.
"It's legal there, honey, in certain parts of the state! As long as we're doing so much fucking around-we might as well get paid for it!"
