Before general distribution of the new novel, "Bottoms Up" by Josh McCormack, the well-known author, a sampling was made to specific areas and comments were requested for promotional purposes. Nine out of ten replies were enthusiastic, the tenth, from a female, said "Bottoms Up" was the most revolting, disgusting book I have ever read, but authentic, true to life as it now exists."
The publishers considered this as an inverted compliment, for Mr. McCormack's new narrative is as life really is today in our lax, sexually permissive society.
Or as Dr. Hans Dratner, the well-known psychoanalyst, makes note from one of his case histories from his private files:
"James T., an insurance adjustor, came under treatment suffering from what he termed the 'sexual neurosis.' He had to find sex wherever he could and with whomever he could, men, women, children, and even animals.
"It had started when he was a young boy and was made to perform fellatio on his father and cunnilingus on his mother. Then, as his young sister grew older, he had sexual intercourse with her. He was sent to a private school after his sister got pregnant and had to have a therapeutic abortion. His family moved abroad.
"He continued his sexual activities at prep school and college performing sodomy and fellatio with his teachers and school buddies. He met many women and had sexual relations with them, never attaching himself to anyone in a love relationship, merely wanting the sexual experience she could give him.
"He learned to smoke pot and purchased a huge dog who would suck his anus, penis and testicles. He even made the dog have intercourse with his women friends. Now, James is ready for a love relationship, but cannot participate as he is still wound up in his 'sex for sex only' syndrome."
The publishers present "Bottoms Up" so that the mature, adult reader, for whom it is intended, will be made aware of the dangers and pitfalls of rough, course sex without the benefit of a nourishing, beneficial love that uplifts the act of intercourse from the animal state to the sublime heights of human involvement.
-Charles F. Bankes, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
When we moved to Grantsville, I was terribly disappointed. After having lived in Los Angeles where the fuck action is, having to pick up and resettle in a town of 50,000 inhabitants wasn't exactly my cup of tea. But, Paul, my husband, reassured me.
"People are no different whether they live in a large or small town. As a matter-of-fact, it might be more interesting. Think of Peyton Place!"
Paul is a doctor. After having completed his residency at L.A. General, he decided to accept this post in Grantsville, Oklahoma, so that he could work under the renowned neurosurgeon, Dr. Thomas Birchley.
My name is Celeste or Ceecy, and I'm a registered nurse. I was working nights at L.A. General when I met the tall dark-haired, handsome doctor who was to become my husband. We fucked on our first date and after sampling that huge prick, I knew I couldn't live without it. So, we were married, Dr. and Mrs. Paul Coolidge.
Paul tells me I'm beautiful: 5 feet 6 inches tall, auburn hair, green eyes, great figure and the biggest pair of titties in captivity.
At least, most men think so, and quite a few know from actual experience. Paul loves my titties, and when he comes home at night, I walk around completely naked, my titties swaying my cunt ready for a plunging from his huge prick. Paul will suck on those beauties, playing around with my pussy until he gets so excited we just fall down anyplace and fuck.
Paul says the rest of my luscious body is very unusual, too. I have a tiny waist, exciting rounded hips, an ass that's mouth-watering, and a red cunt bush that's a dream.
We just moved into a new house in Grantsville in a very middle class, prim and proper neighborhood. I knew I would hate this place until our neighbor came over with doughnuts and coffee to welcome us. Paul had already left for the hospital.
"Hello there, my name's Adelaide Bennett, Addy for short."
Addy was about 5 feet, 4 inches tall with a gorgeous figure. She was about my age, early twenties, with long black hair and sultry grey eyes. Her titties were enormous and almost a little too big for her fragile looking frame. But they couldn't compare with my over ripe melons.
I invited Addy in to find out something about her and the neighborhood. We hit it off right away. I found out she was a tenth grade teacher at Bryant Public School and she told me they needed a nurse.
"You married?" I asked Addy.
"Oh yes," she replied. "Two years."
We walked into the kitchen and sat down on the just unpacked chairs. I pulled two cups from a box and we started drinking coffee and talking.
I really love girl talk because it's the easiest way ever to get acquainted. Addy was just marvelous. She gave me all the inside dope on the neighborhood and the Bryant high school. She told me to watch out for some of the students because usually they were pretty rough. It seems there was a lot of rebellion against all the authority and Victorian attitudes in Grantsville.
"Almost all of them are either smoking pot or having orgies," she told me. "It's practically impossible to control them in class."
"Have any of the female teachers been attacked?" I asked her.
"Believe me honey they do more than just attack. Those young minds think of fiendish things. Why last fall one teacher who was new stayed after school to rearrange her room. When they found her she was black and blue with a shattered coke bottle up her cunt. After she recovered she left really fast."
"Whew," I muttered, "sounds rough."
"Look honey, just don't go into any lonely corridors. Stay in crowds, it's a lot safer."
Addy spent the next hour telling me all the ropes of the town and school. It sounded worse than I thought. Paul and I were always free thinkers and pretty liberal minded when it came to sex. What Addy was describing sounded like a Puritan village out of the 18th Century New England.
"Aren't there any exciting things to do here?" I asked suddenly.
'Well that depends," Addy answered me with a smile.
"Looks like your husband won't be back for quite some time and my Jerry's down at his office; why not come over to my place and I'll fix you a breakfast to remember."
Addy's house was really something. All ultra modern decor. It looked like a space age dream.
Everything was either plastic or glass. Their bedroom was fantastic. They had a large foam rubber mattress cut in a circle suspended by four wires to hooks in the ceiling.
I sat down on it.
"Why this is like a swing." I remarked astonished.
"Oh it's really great fun," Addy answered winking at me.
I knew right then that Jerry and Adelaide Bennett were not the run of the mill Oklahomans. I was pretty sure they were groovy people. Boy am I glad, I thought to myself. This is just what Paul and I were hoping for. I got up and walked over to their closet as Addy busied herself getting ham and eggs out of the fridge into the frying pan.
"You mind?" I asked as I opened the closet doors to look at her clothes.
"Not at all," she said. "If you see anything you like, try it on. Do you want a drink?"
"Great!"
What a wardrobe she had. All kinds of mini skirts and multi-colored blouses. I could tell she kept some prim and proper clothes in one corner and the rest were for going out.
Just then I saw one gorgeous see-through yellow blouse. I just had to try it on.
I stripped off my blouse in a moment and not having worn a bra,(a common practice of mine), I was completely naked from the waist up. I slipped the soft cool material luxuriously over my bare titties.
Addy walked in with our drinks. I could tell from the way her eyes lit up that she's seen my huge boobies. They were larger than hers and the thought of them turning her on caused me to flush.
She sensed I was embarrassed.
"You look beautiful," she said, eyeing me as she handed me my drink.
I blushed again as her eyes moved over my curves. She could see right through the thin material and I knew she was getting excited. I was thrilled that my girlish figure was making her get hot.
She sat down on the bed with legs closed and sipped on her drink. I could tell she was rubbing her thighs together and so I deliberately began taking off the blouse to give her a better view of my now throbbing titties.
"Do you like them?" I asked her.
"Very much, Celeste."
"Call me Ceecy. It's what all my close friends call me, and being that we're neighbors and we work together we may as well be close friends."
With my hands I cupped my titties and slowly began to massage the pink nipples. "Would you like to see the rest of me nude? I've always wanted an opinion from another woman about my body. Paul tells me but then maybe he's prejudiced, all he wants to do is fuck."
"Sure," Her eyes were now glued to my knockers and my budding nipples.
Slowly I peeled off my bell bottoms, turning my back to Addy and giving her a view of my bare asscheeks. I stopped wearing panties about the same time I quit bras. I just hated feeling restrained by clothes. I like my flesh to be free to move around. Paul always liked this when we were first dating because it saved him the trouble of groping through underwear to get to my pussy and titties.
"You have a beautiful white ass, honey," Addy said. I noticed her voice had gotten a little lower and I knew she was no stranger to this type of scene.
I turned and faced her; my hairy twat only a few feet from her head. "How do you like the rest of me?"
"Gorgeous. You really are something. I don't many nurses, or women for that matter around Grantsville with a body half as nice as yours."
I moved closer to her. "Why don't you take off your clothes so I can see your body?"
As if entranced, Addy began pulling at her skirt and blouse. She licked her lips slowly as she kept her eyes glued to the red pussy bush between my legs.
Finally she was naked in front of me. She was really well built too, and looked a hundred times better without her clothes. Her titties were the firm type with luscious brown nipples just asking to be sucked. Her cunny was a real delight; long wavy black hair covering her slit, fitting in well with her delicate frame.
I yearned to take her in my arms. I could see she was already excited by the pearly white drops which had oozed into her thighs from her cunt rubbing.
I moved forward and took her nipple into my mouth.
"Oooooh," she moaned.
Slowly I flicked the head with my tongue. I sucked it like a young boy's cock. It was so nice and red. We sank back slowly onto her bed, my mouth glued tightly to her reddening titty.
Addy's hands came down behind my head and pulled me against her titties tightly. I sucked harder as she began moaning. I reached down with my hand and found her warm cunt. Slowly I inserted my finger. It slid right into her wetness.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed. "That feels soooo marvelous! "
I ran another finger into her wet pussy as her love juices flowed onto my hands. She had a delicate cunt. It swallowed my fingers hungrily. I continued lapping at her nipple until again I felt her juices on my fingers. Her body trembled with passion as a wave of orgasm rushed over her.
"Now you be the nurse," I said to her.
I turned my body around with my pussy in her face, as my tongue eagerly sought her dripping cleft.
"Okay," she moaned, "69 time."
I felt her tongue slide into my cunt gash. It felt beautiful. She began to lick up and down wetting the hair with her mouth spit until she deftly sought out my pounding clitty.
"Oh, gloriosky, nice and big," she said.
She was talking about my clitty. Paul always told me that my 2-inch clitty was bigger than most. When I sought out hers with my tongue, I knew he was right. Hers was almost half the size of mine, but her lips made up for it. They were thick and hairy, much prettier than mine.
I buried my head between her thighs and began caressing her lips with my tongue. Addy meanwhile was busy sucking on my little man in the boat. The harder she sucked, the more I'd bite down on her lips. I lapped up her cunt juice as it began flowing again onto my tongue.
It was delicious. It was much different from Paul's cum. His had a musky flavor to it. Hers tasted like honey and evergreens. It even had a pleasant odor, not like some of the women I'd smelled before.
"Aaaaahhhh," Addy moaned as I bit down on her tiny red button.
My own cunt was by now enflamed. I could feel the sweat begin to build up as my body waited for release. The tension was unbearable.
"Make me cum! " I yelled between mouthfuls of her delicious juice.
Her teeth bit down harder and the whole bed began to swing from our weight. I could feel the wetness from my flooding pussy and her spit between my legs. With a sudden bite from Addy, the dam snapped and my cunny over-flowed with my cum.
Addy lapped and sucked as the juice overflowed onto her tongue. Gurgling noises emitted from her throat as she swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste any of it.
The cum filled my mouth as Addy began to writhe spasmodically with the pleasure that overtook her. Just then I noticed, from the corner of my eye, a figure standing in the doorway.
It was Jerry, Addy's husband. It looked like he'd been standing there quite some time observing the whole scene. From the grin on his face I assumed he liked what he saw.
Addy became aware of his presence a moment after me. She stopped licking and turned to look at her husband. He was tall with a thin muscular frame, light brown hair and dark brown eyes. From the prick bulge in his pants I could tell he was all male.
"Hi honey," Addy called as if the scene wasn't anything unusual. I guessed that Jerry Bennett had viewed similar scenes in the past.
"How do you like that," he bellowed. "I come into my own home expecting dinner and a good fuck and I find my wife 'resting' in bed."
"Oh I've been working honey," Addy replied smiling. "Haven't I Ceecy?"
I looked bewildered at the two of them, grinning at each other. My first impression of the Bennetts was correct. They were swingers.
"Honey, this is Celeste Coolidge our new next door neighbor."
"Glad to meet you Celeste, hope I didn't interrupt anything," he replied.
I blushed furiously. One of those all the way down blushes as I quickly disengaged myself from Addy.
"How do you do," I answered, offering my hand. "Ah, just call me Ceecy." Wow, did I ever feel embarrassed.
Jerry came over to the bed and pushing my hand out of the way stooped and kissed my titty.
"That's a new way to greet people," I murmured surprised.
"It lets them know just where we stand," Jerry answered smiling. "Room for me in there?" Jerry asked.
"Sure," said Addy. "Ceecy, do you mind?"
"It's your bedroom," I said smiling. Jerry and Addy cracked up too, and we all settled back onto the bed laughing as Jerry Bennett began pulling off his suit.
I was right again about Jerry Bennett. He had some build. Round muscular shoulders and a well hung frame. My eyes stuck to his bulging shorts.
Out popped a magnificent cock a good nine inches long. It was almost as big as Paul's, I thought. It was bigger though in width; at least an inch and a half. It was a man sized prick and I could tell that Jerry knew how to use it.
"You lucky girl," I said to Addy. "He's really built."
"Say why don't you call up Paul and tell him to come on over.
We all might as well get acquainted it we're going to be neighbors."
"Great idea," I said. "Where's the phone?"
"One in the kitchen," Jerry said as he buried his head in his wife's twat.
"Hurry back," Addy mumbled.
They were already locked together in passion as I left the room.
Boy they sure are groovy neighbors, better than I'd hoped for. I walked into an unbelieveable kitchen. It was all buttons and modern appliances. All in a translucent and bright white setting.
"Hello honey," I said to Paul, "why don't you come on over and meet the Bennetts next door?" I explained the whole scene to him and before I'd put the phone down ten minutes, I heard the bell ring. He hadn't even waited for me to finish. That's my man, always ready for action.
"Hi sweetie," I greeted him. From the look on his face at my naked body I knew he hadn't been too certain about the suck-off session I'd mentioned on the phone.
But he certainly believed me now. He grabbed me and gave me a long french kiss, his hands moving hungrily over my naked body. His tongue flicked around inside my mouth, slowly caressing my teeth. He drank my spit deep down into his throat.
I started to gag as his tongue thrust down my throat.
"You sure are horny," I said, pulling away from him. "Come on in and meet the Bennetts."
We walked toward the bedroom and from the groans escaping, we both knew that Jerry and Addy were fucking inside. We walked through the door and sat down, not wanting to disturb the hot, sexy scene before us.
CHAPTER TWO
There on the bed suspended from the ceiling, screwing furiously, were Jerry and Addy. They were locked in a tight position. Jerry firmly placed his fuck-pole deep in Addy's swimming fuck-hole. They moved like some machine up and down, in and out. Both were oblivious to us as we entered. Their eyes were glazed from the indescribable pleasure both were feeling.
"They sure can fuck!" Paul said turning to me. "What a rhythm! "
We sat motionless, not wanting to interrupt this wild screw scene. I watched fascinated as Jerry's stiff prick beat mercilessly at Addy's cunt. His cock, now swollen to giant proportions, battered in and out, while Addy hungrily met his thrusts. She raised her thighs in a steady tempo, meeting his pecker thrust for thrust.
I could tell Paul was enjoying the spectacle from the way his eyes shone and from the massive prick bulge in his pants.
"OOOOOhh, fuck me!" screamed Addy from the bed.
"Paul, take off your clothes," I whispered to my panting husband.
Paul jumped up and began tearing off his suit. Buttons flew from his shirt as the lust in his cock and balls spurred him forward. In a moment he stood before me nude. I found myself comparing him to Jerry in my mind.
His pecker was definitely longer. At least 10 inches, but it was thinner than Jerry's. His purple cock head was a fiery crimson as the vein bulged from passion. I could tell he was ready to fuck.
"Come here baby," I said longingly.
With a lunge we embraced. The heat from our bodies mingled in an ecstatic kiss. Paul's cock thrust against my belly. That husband of mine was really hungry.
"Oh Paul," I moaned, the passion stirring within me. "Talk dirty to me, tell me what you want."
"I want to suck you, your ripe nipples, and your flooding cunt. I want to fuck you until you beg for mercy. Now open your legs."
In a moment dear tender Paul was between my legs. His head buried in my twat. My cunt hair mingled with his wavy black hair. Then I felt his tongue licking at my cunt.
"Ummmmm," I let out a long sigh. "That's it, higher," I said, moving his head upwards with my hands.
In a second he found my erect clitty. Taking it into his mouth he began sucking and chewing it with his tongue and teeth. It was almost painful. It was so intense. My Paul really knew how to eat a cunt. He was the best cunt sucker I've ever had.
"Aieeee!" I screamed. At that moment he bit down hard on my swollen clitty.
I became oblivious to everything as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. An orgasm shook my whole body. Heavy floods of my pussy juice flowed down onto Paul's expectant tongue. His nose and lips were covered with my sticky cum.
"More!" I screamed. "I want more!"
He began sucking and gurgling, licking up every trace of my delicious cum. I thought I'd faint from the pain and pleasure of feeling his tongue running over my now tender clitty. Addy was nothing compared to the way my Paul could suck my cunt.
"Ohhhh," came a moan from the bed.
Paul was so startled he stopped sucking on my cunny and lifted his head. It seems Jerry had just shot his sperm into Addy. Both of them were feeling that warm glow from after fucking. They still weren't aware of Paul and I on the floor near them.
Paul was not long distracted and in a moment he was back working on my fuck-hole. Meanwhile Jerry had bent down to suck the cum from Addy's twat. From where I lay I could see her thick lips covered with white cum drops. Her hairy pussy was sopping wet from cum. Jerry had really drenched her.
In a moment Jerry's head disappeared between Addy's legs and I could hear soft sucking noises as he licked and swallowed her twat juice.
I quickly closed my eyes to the scene as I felt Paul's hard dock push against my soft moist pussy, demanding entrance. The walls split apart as his giant pecker slowly pushed in.
"Agggggh!" His prick made my cunt sting as he lodged it in me. My pussy was still a little sore from Paul's chewing and sucking but soon the pain mingled into pleasure.
With that slow rhythm that Paul knows I love, he began pushing in and out. His prick would sink in all the way and then he'd slowly withdraw it. He made me beg to hold onto it. I wrapped my legs around his quivering thighs to get his cock deeper into my pussy.
"Oh, Paul, please give your prick to me now!"
Paul loved torturing me. He'd pull his wet prick out until just the massive dong head was in me. Then he'd slowly rub it around on my outer lips.
He knew I couldn't stand it. I became uncontrollable whenever he did this to me. I pulled his body down, stroking his hard muscular back with my hands. I tightened my legs around his thighs, desperately trying to fill my cunt with his pecker.
Paul was a fucker. He knew how to prolong the pleasure until it was almost pain. I couldn't stand it much longer.
"Fuck me! Put cockie in, please, PLEASE!"
Paul just kept on, lingering his dong at my wet twat entrance. I lurched upwards and impaled myself on his dick.
"I've GOT to have it." I screamed.
Paul pulled out again. He loved hearing me beg for what he had to give. And he loved putting that prick of his in my pussy.
Finally the excitement began to catch up with him. With my free hand I reached around and grabbed his soft hairy balls. They were beauties. Two large fleshy globes that I just love to fondle and suck.
My squeezing them must have done something to him. In a moment he was in me heaving his prick upwards, so that I felt I'd be split in two from his enormous dick. He was really getting lusty which excited me to no end.
He fucked me fast and hard and I loved every tingling second of it.
"Ooooohh!" I felt waves of orgasm enveloping me. My body jerked spasmodically. I was so hot so horny, I was on fire. I squeezed Paul's balls one more time and his cum dam broke loose.
His cock felt like a fire hose drenching my fiery cunny. Hot torrents of his sperm shot up my cunt until I thought my belly was being drowned. We both writhed with delight as Paul's prick squirted another load of cum up my pussy.
Maybe it was the setting or the circumstances, but Paul had really outdone himself. That was the best fuck he'd given me in a long time.
Slowly his fuck-pole began to shrink as the last drop of cum was sucked from it. We were both covered with cum. Our hairs were matted and stuck to each other like glue. I reached up and planted a big kiss on my darling lover's lips. What a fucker! He knew how to make my pussy tingle with passion.
I put my finger down between my legs to get the taste of the salty juice before it dried. It was delicious, but such a strange taste. Something like eating egg white out of wet tree bark. Quite good.
"Hungry darling?" I asked Paul.
"You bet, sweetie," he answered, as he lowered himself between my legs.
"It's really good Paul, you'll love it." He began licking and sucking my cunt like a puppy with a bowl of water. That's my man, never one to waste food, never one to waste food.
I looked over to Addy and Jerry. Jerry was finished eating out Addy's soft cunny and his cock was now erect again. Addy's eyes were sparkling and I could tell from the radiant look on her face that Jerry had given her a tremendous screw.
Addy was still heated up and began running her fingers all over her husband's hard-as-rock cock.
"Jerry," she moaned, "I want you to piss on me. I want to take your hairy pecker in my mouth and suck out all that sperm and yellow piss."
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"Jerry," she moaned," I want you to piss on me, I want to take your hairy pecker in my mouth and suck out all that sperm and yellow piss."
I listened and watched, fascinated. I didn't realize fully before just how passionate a woman Addy really was. I started fingering my cunt because her words and what she asked Jerry to do made my clitty tingle. I wished I was the one to get pissed on.
Jerry stood up over Addy and aimed his throbbing fuck-pole at her lovely lips. Out came a heavy stream of yellow piss, catching Addy in the face and trickling down between her pink titties.
Before the last drops of liquid were gone, Addy rose up and took Jerry's dripping dong in her mouth. She swallowed greedily, drinking in whatever piss and sperm were left.
I began to get hornier as I jabbed my finger deeper inside my warm pussy. Call it female competition or just plain jealousy, but I knew I had to equal Addy's sexy accomplishment.
I nudged Paul up from the warm haven between my thighs. He licked his lips, swallowing cum as he watched Addy and Jerry.
"I want to taste your piss, honey, just like Addy did with Jerry. I want your sperm in my mouth so I can swallow it deep inside me."
Paul didn't hesitate a moment. Rushing forward he rammed his cock into my open mouth. He needed no second invitation. He started to fuck my mouth as if it was a cunt. I almost gagged. His prick was so big I barely got all of it into my mouth.
I started to suck, biting the head of his cock with my teeth. I ran my tongue over it, loving the velvety texture. As if on cue, Paul pushed forward and suddenly I felt a hot stream of liquid going down my throat. His piss burned my mouth. It was hot yet it had a sweet taste, a little salty but definitely palatable.
I drank my fill, sucking at this huge morsel lodged between my teeth. Believe me, it was delicious. Small drops of sperm mingled with the yellow nectar as Paul's familiar musk small drifted to my nostrils. He really had to piss. Even after he pulled out, yellow drops of piss fell onto my nipples. They stood up hard and pink from the bathing they were getting. I could see why Addy liked to feel Jerry's piss all over her. It was so nice and warm; also it seemed like such a delicacy, fit only for the best of fuckers.
Addy was still feeding on Jerry's cock, sucking and kissing it eagerly. I nudged Paul and told him it was time that he met his hosts. We stood up and walked over to the bed. On the rug I could see the cum stains where Paul and I had just been.
"Addy, Jerry, this is my husband, Dr. Paul Coolidge."
Addy stopped sucking and turned to look at us. It was really quite a funny sight. Here were four people, all nude, fucking and sucking in the same room and we barely knew one another.
"Hi!" Addy said grinning. Jerry extended his hand and the four of us sat down on the bed. "We sure are going to be great neighbors," I said.
"Yeah, fucking good friends, too," Jerry added.
We all cracked up; the scene was too funny to be real. We started exchanging backgrounds and history and Jerry and Paul found they had a lot in common. They were both from Chicago.
Jerry it seemed was in plastics which he'd learned in the Big City. Paul had also started his training in Chicago. Their lives were very much parallel; College, training, marriage, and finally moving to Grantsville, Jerry to head a section of his firm, and Paul to continue as a partner with Dr. Birchley. That adage about the small world really was true.
Paul and Jerry hit it off right away. Jerry explained how he'd walked in and found Addy and I "getting to know each other better."
"That's my wife, always friendly," Paul snickered.
"Yep, mine's neighborly, too," added Jerry.
"How about some chow?" Addy asked. "Great," came the reply.
I headed into the kitchen with Addy as Paul and Jerry started talking business. They were becoming really fast friends. Probably a little latent desire was in them and sitting there naked talking to each other was warming them up. Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander.
You could tell Jerry was in plastics. Their kitchen was one mechanized dream straight from science fiction book. "Preparing" the food took us a mere two minutes, and so we were free to sit down and talk while waiting for it to cook.
We started talking about school and other girlie things, but what I was really leading up to was a discussion on Jerry. I wanted to find out just how good a fucker he was. From where I was lying he looked pretty good, and the way Addy moaned was a sure sign of some special prowess.
The food was quickly done and Addy carried it towards the bedroom while I uncorked a bottle of light white wine. The Bennetts were prepared for anything.
There were few couples that I knew who kept wine on hand for all emergencies.
A beautiful sight greeted us as we walked into the bedroom. There was Paul, with his legs wide apart. His prick enormous, big and stiff.
Jerry hung over him with his mouth open, slowly licking Paul's big cock. His tongue played over the massive head as Paul squirmed.
"Well, it looks as if my husband dear has found a new partner."
Addy and I walked over to the bed. The boys were momentarily startled.
"Looks like you two were pretty hungry," I said, "but how about some chow type food now?" We were all famished and devoured the tasty tidbits in no time. Fucking and sucking can sure take up energy. We all sat back to talk about ourselves. Addy gave Paul and me the complete lowdown on the town. We found out that Jerry and Addy had been "swingers" for a long time. A swinger, in their dictionary, is one who engages in wife swapping and other sexual activities.
"Now that we all know one another," Jerry said, "why don't we 'swing'?"
Jerry came over to me and put his hand on my titty. I was hornier than ever. Coming in here and seeing that scene between Jerry and Paul really turned me on. I was raring to go.
Paul turned to Addy and she spread her legs as if to say," me too." Paul's hand disappeared between Addy's legs and it looked like it had been swallowed. Not to be outdone, Jerry bent down and started kissing my cunt.
It was sexy and delightful. Jerry was almost as good as Paul as a cunt sucker. His lips roamed over my hairy twat. He started spreading my lips, trying to find my clitty. By now it was hot and throbbing.
Then Jerry's tongue found its luscious mark, it set me on fire. He caressed my clitty with his tongue, every once in a while biting down on it. His teeth rubbed it until it began to ache with a flaming sensation.
"Ohhhhh," I moaned. "That's so intense."
His tongue darted in and out of my hole. It was sopping wet. My pearly white cum was flowing. Tiny muscle spasms swept over me. Jerry started to suck and bite down on my clitty. His tongue thrashed through my wet pussy hair. The sensations were delightful, my entire body responding to his love making.
"More, suck it harder!" I screamed.
Jerry kept on. He sucked and bit and lapped with his mouth. I jerked his head closer into my pussy. His nose and lips were now dripping with my cum.
I turned my head as a loud groan came from the other side of the bed. Through teary eyes I saw Paul now deep in Addy's cunt, fucking the life out of her. He was fucking her fiercely up and down with his steel hard pecker. He was ramming it into her hairy little screw box.
I closed my eyes quickly as pain swept over me. Jerry was biting and ripping at my clitty. He was trying to eat it off.
"Oh stop, STOP ... it ... it ... HURTS' Oh no, now it feels sooooo nice. Please fuck me now, oh PLEASE!"
Jerry stopped biting and mounted up on me. I licked his lips covered with my sticky cum. I swallowed down the luscious cunt juice as I nibbled his lips.
"You're a real hot pussy, aren't you?" Jerry said. "How would you like a fuck you'll never forget?"
"Yes IT TO ME! Fuck me nice and hard till I get so hot I want to piss."
I grabbed his prick. I couldn't stand waiting any longer. I was really burning up. I took the stiff red head of his dick and pushed it into my fuck-hole. What a feeling! That nice warm thing filling up my cunt.
He rammed his prick up into me deep. Nine inches penetrated me to the hilt. His prick was so fucking wide I felt I'd be split down the middle. It felt so good though, having his cock push on my walls, ripping them apart.
His dong was like a fiery sword. My pussy was drenched with cum which made it easier for him to slide in and out.
"Aieeee!" I screamed, as his prick tore into me again.
Jerry had different techniques than Paul. Every man has his specialty. He just tore right into you and fucked, ripping you apart. No teasing at my twat entrance the way Paul does. Jerry gave you a good old-fashioned fucking, humping you until you knew you'd been screwed. What a fucker!
I felt an orgasm beginning to build, almost at its peak. Cum was flowing from my cunny. Jerry's cock kept going in and out, making my pussy swell from the friction.
I tried the old "squeeze ball" trick on Jerry. His balls were smaller than Paul's, but they were a hell of a lot hairier. They would have looked more at home on an ape. Every time Jerry pushed in, his balls would flop against my ass. Back and forth.
I reached down and grabbed his hairy balls. One squeeze did the trick. Jerry exploded like a firecracker. He squirted hot sperm into my cunt. His cum flowed out of my pussy onto the bed. Did he ever shoot a load!
My own orgasm hit its peak at the same time Jerry cracked his rocks. We clutched together in a brief few seconds of ecstasy. I felt myself riding down a wave of passion until my body was spent and relaxed. What a fuck!
We both collapsed onto the bed. Dipping my finger into my pussy, I tasted the cunt and cock mixture. It was delicious. A combination of my own juice and Jerry's sperm with just a trace of blood.
"Jerry, make a girl happy and eat a little," I persuaded him softly.
He was between my legs before I could finish the sentence. He started sucking and swallowing. Apparently he liked this kind of sea food as much as I did.
I turned over to see what Paul and Addy were up to. The last few minutes I had been oblivious to them. They were strangely quiet. I saw why. Addy's head was buried in between Paul's legs and was giving his prick a super suck.
Paul's cock was a massive ten inches erect. Addy was licking it ferociously. She would let it slide into her mouth and then out. Her teeth would bite the head while her tongue rasped on the throbbing vein.
Paul loved it. His face was radiant from sheer pleasure. Addy would run her tongue from the head to the hairy base. Then she would lick downwards until she found Paul's hairy asshole. She thrust her tongue into the brown shithole and Paul squirmed in response.
"Ouch!" I screamed, as Jerry bit down on my clitty. By now it looked like a six year old's prick. Jerry was caressing it with his tongue. I pulled away his head and drew him up next to me. I wanted him to watch his horny wife in action.
Addy was now sucking harder on Paul's asshole. From the way Paul's cock was bulging, I knew it was ready to explode. Before I knew what had happened, Jerry had bent over and taken Paul's cock in his mouth.
Paul let go with a stream. His cum flooded Jerry's mouth and dribbled onto Addy's face. She was still sucking his balls and asshole. Jerry sucked Paul's cock until he stopped ejaculating. Jerry really loved the taste of sperm. He swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste any of the salty cum.
"Had enough to drink?" I asked Jerry.
His eyes were beaming. Paul's cock was now going limp and Addy was really mad. She had wanted to suck the cock that her husband had beaten her to. She was pissed off, all that licking and not a drop of reward.
"You can suck me if you want," I said to make it up to her. Her eyes lit up again and she crawled over to my waiting cunt.
"Let's do "69", she pleaded.
"Fine." I had no objections; I was happy for the suggestion.
Jerry and Paul watched as Addy and I took our positions. Our tongues flashed in each other's hot screw boxes. It was even better than before.
"Well, Jerry, now it's my turn," Paul said.
Paul got between Jerry's legs and the last thing I saw before I went out of my mind with horniness and lust was Paul sucking on Jerry's prick. His finger was up his shithole and they were sucking like crazy men.
The two of them were wildly squirming. Paul bit down on Jerry's cock. He was torturing Jerry with his mouth. They were both lost to the world.
CHAPTER THREE
A few days later, the alarm blared out at 6 A.M., reminding me that today was my first glorious day as a nurse at Bryant High School. I certainly didn't look forward to the endless indoctrination talks most principals give new employees on their first day.
My body was a mess from the other night's fuck orgy, and one touch of my cunny from my fingers reminded me of the fucking it received from prick and tongue.
I remembered I had told Addy I would pick her up and we'd drive to school together. Thinking of her nice big titties and her fantastic tongue sent an early morning wave of passion through me. Without Addy, I think I would have just kissed the job goodbye.
I jumped out of bed and kissed my still sleeping husband, till he awoke with my bare titties hanging in his face.
"Mmmmmmmm," he let out a sleepy groan.
"Here have some breakfast," I teased, pressing one of my titties into his mouth.
"Oh sweets, that's really mean, making me wake up with an erection and then to go rushing off to work."
"Sorry lover," I teased again. I walked over to the dresser and began slipping into my dress.
I knew Paul really loved seeing me dress and undress at a distance. It was another way to tease him, and I knew he enjoyed being "punished" in this way.
"You've got a hard-on so big you're making the blanket rise off the bed like a tent. Why don't you let your little precious make it feel better."
I walked over to the bed and pulled off the covers. Paul already had a hand working on his stiff prick. It was still red from the other night's workout.
He leaned his head back with a heavy moan and let his fuck-pole pop out of his hand.
"Go to it baby," he sighed.
It was only a matter of a few quick jerks up and down, until he shot his hot cum into my hand.
"Ohhhh nice!" Paul moaned in appreciation.
What a great early morning treat, I thought, as I licked the oozing sperm running between my fingers. I loved every salty lick.
I figured it was getting late and I sure didn't want to keep Addy waiting.
Getting dressed only involved one zip for my "modest" white uniform and a few tugs for my stockings and garter. It was still warm enough for this light costume which I really dug. You know by now how I hate constricting clothes. Panties and bras are definitely taboo for me.
"See you tonight love." I blew Paul a kiss, leaving him still recovering from his early morning jerk-off.
I pulled up to the Bennett's house and honked the horn a few times. In a few seconds Addy came running out and hopped in the car.
"You sure are cheerful this morning." I looked over at my beaming "bosom buddy."
"Well to be truthful, I'm not looking forward to this first day. I can bet you anything it's going to be hell."
The thought of Addy and I going through the day together was about the only thing that kept me going. I gave Addy a warm smile and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you today, honey," I said. "You sure gave my cunt a beautiful tonguing. I'm getting wet just thinking about it again."
"Oh, I just love your cunny and your whole body," Addy responded eagerly. "Your tongue didn't feel so bad playing with my clitty either. I wish we could just eat each other right now and forget that damn school. I'm getting really horny."
Addy sure was a hot cunt, I thought to myself. One glance at her full titties and hips bulging out of her tight summer dress would be enough to make any male or female hotter than hell.
"Move over a little closer Addy and I'll give your pussy a little workout before we get to school."
"Oh I'd love that!" she crooned. She wiggled over until I could reach her soft thighs with my right hand.
We were still driving through quiet suburban streets, so there wasn't any traffic to worry about.
"You've got some of the nicest, juiciest flesh I've ever seen, Addy. I'd like to bury my head right now between those hot thighs and bite your cunt until you scream with pleasure."
"Oh Ceecy, I wish you could. I want to lick you deep inside too, and taste your cum. It was like nectar."
"Open your legs and let me feel that nice soft pussy hair of yours," I said. My hand quickly darted up her skirt that was already hiked up beyond her thin panties.
"My God, You're already flooding! Your panties are soaked."
"I can't help it, Ceecy. Just talking and thinking about your hand caressing my pussy makes me hot and wet."
"How does this feel?" I worked my fingers under the crotch of her panties until I felt her stiffening clitty between her moist lips.
"Oh! Rub my clitty, pinch it. Let me feel your fingers caressing my cunt lips," Addy ordered.
Addy slumped down in the seat with her legs spread open and her panties down around her knees.
Thank God the streets were empty! We would have made a dandy sight, me with my fingers up Addy's pussy and Addy with her dress up.
It was sure getting harder for me to keep the car going in a straight line. I was getting carried away working my fingers around Addy's clitty and through her mass of pussy hair.
Her passion was contagious and was making me cum in my pants. I rubbed her harder and slid two of my fingers into her hot cunt hole, twisting and plunging them deeper inside.
"Ohhhh, I'm cuming!" Addy's face was now a crimson red and her body was heaving with heavy pants.
"Dig your fingers in, Ceecy! Rip my cunt apart. I want to feel friction like a big prick inside of me."
"I want to give you all the pleasure I can, but it's hard baby, while I'm driving." I did the best I could, plunging my fingers in and out, with rapid thrusts.
Addy's hips started heaving and coming up to swallow my fingers.
"Stick them all in! I'm going to have an orgasm!" She wasn't kidding either. The way she was heaving she was ready to let loose with a terrific flow of cum.
I dug my four fingers up her cunt and tried to work my thumb in. After a few thrusts, Addy let go with a real heavy orgasm.
"That was beautiful," she said breathlessly. I didn't think I'd get that worked up. Hope it wasn't too rough on you."
"Don't worry kid. Don't think I didn't get any kicks out of it. I just wish we had time for you to lick my cunny. It's so hot it's killing me."
"I wish we had time, too, Ceecy, but we're almost at school. Just a few more blocks; I've got to get straightened up anyways. I don't want to look like I've just been raped."
Addy pulled her panties up and her skirt down, then smoothed her long black hair over her shoulders.
In a few seconds we pulled into the Bryant High School parking lot.
"Well, here we are. The victims on their first day of school. I'll meet you in the employee's lounge after the general meeting. O.K.?"
"Great! See you then, Ceecy." I noticed a slight musky, cunt odor exuding from Addy's body as she walked away from me towards her classroom.
I sure hoped that none of those hoodlums in there noticed anything and get any smart ideas about her or even me, for that matter. Or did I? I'd never had young prick that can fuck like jack-rabbits.
CLINIC MRS. COOLIDGE QUIET, PLEASE
The sign met me in bold black letters. There was no mistake about it. This was my death chamber.
I don't know why I should be so nervous. Ever since I was little I've always wanted to be a school nurse and now I'm a full fledged high school R.N. But for some reason the thought didn't give me any pleasure, only quivers in my stomach.
I encouraged myself to try to act as calmly as possible. Opening the door, I walked in, quickly scanning the clinic with my eyes. Luckily it was still fairly early and the room was almost empty. At least I didn't have a full audience for those first few painful minutes of adjustment.
I began to gain confidence and after arranging my desk, I took a more careful look at my "cases."
I say "cases" because to me the two boys and one girl slouched before me looked more like a New York street gang than sweet young pupils.
Of course I had been warned that Bryant H.S. wasn't the best of schools. There had been trouble galore with ruthless students, but being idealistic, I had accepted the job as a challenge. Now I began to regret that decision.
I felt uneasy under their sneering looks and realized with dismay that I had definitely worn the wrong outfit for this school.
The two "boys" were obviously older than 17 and probably should have been seniors or in college by now.
They both wore tight levis and shirts halfway unbuttoned down their chests. Their long muscular frames were stretched out, the chairs looking ridiculously small for these full grown bodies.
Both sets of eyes were rooted on my body, piercing through my thin uniform and watching my every move.
They certainly weren't doing a good job of hiding their thoughts. I might as well have been naked before them, the way they were devouring the sight of my swaying titties.
I tried to look as modest as I could and let my eyes drift casually to the girl sitting next to them. She gave me little comfort, meeting my glance with a carbon copy of the boys' sneers.
Despite her unpleasant expression, she was surprisingly attractive. I could see that her figure was quite developed for a high school student and assumed she probably satisfied well, the fuck needs of her male friends.
Her short leather skirt was halfway up her sunburned thighs. She looked very sexy in a coarse sort of way. Besides her scant skirt, she wore nothing but a tight blouse with a "V" neck reaching between her large titties. She wore sandals on her feet.
I liked her self-assured expression and resolved to get to know her better later on. Little did I suspect at the time just how well I would get to know her and her two friends.
"I'm Mrs. Coolidge, as you might know already." I tried to sound friendly, but I probably sounded like a ridiculous idiot.
"I'd like to get your names." My request hit a blank wall. I waited a few seconds, holding my breath until finally the girl spoke up.
"Monica Brewster," she said in a low, dry voice.
Next came "Jim Vito" from the dark-haired boy, and "Bobby Benton" from the sandy-haired kid. They said their names derisively, almost as if they were issuing a challenge to me.
"Thank you," I said. "I'll be with you shortly to attend to your troubles."
The 8:15 bell rang and in poured the rest of the "sickies" much to my relief. I would rather handle a room full of noisy kids than three angry looking "toughs."
By 8:30 the room was filled with an assortment of undersized punks and overgrown boys, flat-chested girls and full-tittied young females. This assortment could have been anything from 7th grade to college, it was filled with such a variety of shapes and sizes.
They were composed roughly of two thirds whites and one third blacks.
On the whole, the kids were fairly attentive and interested in their new "nursie", except for a few who stood out from the rest. I knew I'd be having trouble with them before long.
There seemed to be a clique clustered around Jim Vito, Bobby Benton and Monica Brewster. They all seemed to be of the same mind as their three leaders. Every time my eyes hit the comer of the room where that "friendly" group was seated, I was greeted by cold sneering stares.
Maybe I'm just overly paranoid, I thought, but they sure weren't acting like little lambs towards me.
I attended to a variety of "illnesses" from scratches to dispensing aspirins to sending a few home with bad colds. Finally, the clinic was cleared.
I felt exhausted, as if I had just been through a fire and water ordeal.
Damn that blasted meeting! I hated the thought of sitting through a two hour lecture on what a great school Bryant High was, and the immense privilege and responsibility of being an employee here.
Well, at least I can see Addy, I thought.
The meeting room was already filled when I walked in. It took me a few seconds to scan the crowd before I spotted Addy sitting next to an attractive black woman. She had saved an empty seat, obviously for me.
"Hi Addy!" I said, sliding into the seat.
"Oh, hello Ceecy. I want you to meet Babs Thompson. She's a new history teacher here."
The woman graciously held out a smooth bronzed arm and greeted me in a deep honey-coated voice.
I was attracted to her immediately. She was the most beautiful black woman I'd ever seen. She had a very moving air to her.
Her long slender body was seated gracefully in the chair, reminding me of a sleek black panther at rest. She was dressed in a short colorful print dress, that clung nicely to her shapely ass and titties.
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She had one of those new Afro hair cuts and it made her look quite attractive. For a thin woman, her boobies were beautifully full and her hips were nicely arched. She was really well built and overall a fine looking woman.
I'm sure she felt my eyes on her, but it didn't seem to embarrass or annoy her in the least. I almost felt that she enjoyed having me admire her.
She turned to me, "Addy's told me quite a lot about you, Ceecy," she said with a little smile.
"Oh," I said surprised. I hoped Addy hadn't been too detailed in her description. Could this be one of the swingers Addy had mentioned? I wondered.
"Oh yes," she continued. "You're married to a darling man and you live next door to Addy. It so happens that my husband, Tyrone, and I live only a few streets away."
"Great. We'll all have to get together sometime." I wondered whether the Thompsons were "straight" or swingers. I really couldn't be sure yet.
The principal of Bryant, Mr. Bailey, was an unbelieveable bore as I had expected.
He spent over 30 minutes describing to us the merits of the school and trying hard not to mention the obvious dangers of teaching in such an environment. He failed to mention the rapes, thefts, fights, drugs, etc. that I had heard about, and instead he preferred to call them "routine difficulties."
After an hour of his bullshit, I gave Addy a glance which meant let's split. We left as quietly as we could after giving Babs a goodbye nod.
Once free of the room, we both sighed in relief.
"What a God awful bore. And he has such a chunky and flabby body. His wife must get crushed every time they fuck, if he even knows what that is."
"Oh, skip it," I said. "Let's forget our short-pricked principal and have some coffee and cake in the lounge. At least nobody will be there to bother us."
I don't know about Addy, but sitting in that seat next to her and Babs during the meeting with my legs crossed made my cunt itch like crazy. I'd been horny all morning just waiting for now.
"Hey, Addy, since nobody's going to be in the lounge, what say we close the doors, and you finger fuck my pussy, the way I did yours this morning."
"I'd love that. I'd like to suck-your pussy right now."
We got in the lounge and closed the doors, not bothering to lock them. We figured we'd hear someone coming down the hall and besides, all the other employees were at the meeting for at least another hour.
It was just a matter of seconds before I lay down on one of the couches and pulled up my dress. There was my cunny in full view nestled between two garters and my nyloned legs.
I didn't have any panties on. I love to feel the soft hairs of my pussy rubbing between my thighs when I walk. I can also squeeze my cunt lips tight around my clitty when I cross my legs.
It's really a groovy feeling, but if I don't get a chance to finger myself every couple of hours, it gets unbearable, absolutely unbearable.
"Wow, what a gorgeous cunt," Addy squealed. "Spread those legs of yours apart so I can see your big pink clitty. I want to take it into my mouth and pour my hot saliva all over it."
"Oh yes, do it!" I spread my legs wide open and started fingering my twat till I felt my cunt oozing with wetness.
"Come here Addy and lick all this nice juice off my lips and clitty. I want you to take my cum into your mouth and spit it all over my pretty pussy hairs."
She kneeled down on the floor between my glistening white thighs and slid her arms under my bare asscheeks.
"Oh, that feels great. Stick your fingers up my ass and let me work them deep inside." I wiggled my ass until Addy's fingers were way up there, tickling and scraping inside.
I always get such a strange feeling when anyone plays with or fucks my ass. It always makes me juice up and get boiling hot.
"Addy, lick my cunt now. I'm getting so juicy and passionate. Your fingers feel like heaven playing inside me. Suck my cum and dribble it over my hairs so it runs between my legs."
Addy started nibbling my clitty and sucking my delicate lips into her mouth. She was making loud sucking and smacking noises with her mouth which I loved to hear. I like to feel as if I'm actually being eaten.
Her mouth was now full of my sweet cum juices and spit which slowly squirted out of her mouth onto my cunt. The warm liquid trickled between my thick pussy hairs and ran deliciously down my legs. What a glorious feeling!
"Lick up my juices again and let me taste them from your mouth."
Addy ran her tongue up my thighs to my wet cunt and dipped it deep into my pussy to catch the flow from the swimming fuck-hole. Her mouth was full now, and bending back my head, she let me savor her cum-mixed saliva pouring through my hungry lips.
I tasted every bit of it and slowly returned it into Addy's mouth. She eagerly accepted and swallowed it.
I lay back sensuously on the couch with my thighs parted and stared at my pussy. I liked the way the hairs looked now, shiny and wet with my cum.
Just then we heard footsteps outside the door and before I could pull my dress down the door flew open and in walked Babs!
I blushed a bright red, quickly straightening myself up but too embarrassed to look my intruder in the eyes.
"Sell what have we here?" Babs asked astonished. "I figured you two had snuck off to have a little coffee, but I see you were doing much more than that!"
"Don't worry, Ceecy," Addy assured me." Babs digs this, too. We had a pretty intimate talk together and we both admitted to each other the kind of fun we like to have."
"Well that's a relief; I'd hate to be fired on the first day for something like this."
Babs just stood there long and sleek, rubbing her bare arms and laughing at us. Then she turned around and locked the door!
My blood began to race again down in my cunt. Oh how I'd love to be sucked by a black woman or even suck her cunt! I've never seen a black pussy before and I was dying to get a good look and a chance to kiss it.
Who would make the first move?
As if she read my thoughts, Babs walked over to the couch and without saying a word, slowly slipped her dress up her thighs.
I gasped. Her hot twat was only a few inches in front of me, big and black under a pair of brief white flimsy panties.
"You like it?" She tantalizingly moved the crotch of her panties to one side to reveal the full splendor of her growth of pussy hair.
She sure had a lot of it. Her cunt was covered by a thick, curly forest of cunt hair. I wanted to run my fingers through it and kiss her lips buried underneath.
She began rotating her pelvis slowly before me. It was driving me wild. She then slipped her panties down and began fingering her twat. She was soon wet and extended a moist finger for me.
I took it into my mouth and tasted her heavy musky cum. So much stronger than mine and Addy's, but so tasty!
Our bodies were quickly together bare thighs against bare thighs and hips grinding together. I could feel her cunny rubbing mine and her hairs scratching my belly.
We stood there clutching each other. I had my hands under her dress, feeling her smooth firm asscheeks. They were so sleek, my fingers were rubbing all over the slippery surface. I wanted to kiss it, too.
Babs was now working her fingers into my cunt and pinching my clitty with thumb and forefinger. A wave of pleasure swept through me. I had to lie down, even if it was the teachers lounge.
I stretched on the floor and opened my legs, inviting Babs to suck my cunt lips. She knelt down between my parted thighs and began caressing my belly and hips with her long black fingers. What a beautiful soft touch she had! My hips were already bucking in response to her touch.
Then her tongue began to work over my half naked body, running down my thighs, into my cunt, making patterns on my belly and hips.
I felt my whole body throbbing in heated response to Babs' loving tongue.
"Oh I want to kiss you for the lovely things you're doing to me," I crooned to my black friend.
Babs spread her shapely ebony body over mine. We were both now stretched out on the floor with our dresses up to our waists and Babs with her panties around her ankles.
It felt so good to feel her naked belly and cunt pressing against me. The heat from our bodies mingled and let off a heavy cunny, sexy odor.
We began kissing passionately, clutching each other tightly around our waists and interlocking our legs. We were glued together in a hot embrace. My tongue darted into Babs mouth seeking her tongue and running over her glistening white teeth.
Her tongue went deep into my mouth and tickled my tongue in response. I let my spit flow into her open mouth and watched her swallow my juices happily.
In our rising passion we had been ignoring Addy who was in the corner watching and enjoying intently every one of our sighs and movements.
"Come here Addy dear and give some of your horny loving to Babs," I coaxed.
Addy eagerly came over and knelt down over Babs' plump black asscheeks. She spread her thighs on either side till she was straddled over Babs' ass and her pussy was scraping the sleek masses of flesh.
Babs give a moan of pleasure and began grinding her twat harder into mine. I arched my back and met her hungry cunt with my dripping hot pussy.
"Oh stick your finger in and fuck my ass! Pleeease," Babs pleaded.
Addy couldn't refuse such an ardent request for pleasure and happily gave her friend the treatment she wanted. She let her full weight down on Babs' ass. I could feel the extra pressure pushing down on my cunt and pressing my ass to the floor. It felt exquisite.
Addy spread the black asscheeks waving in the air in front of her and jammed her fingers up the asshole. It must have been painful at first because Addy really ripped Babs' walls apart. Babs let out a little cry of pain, but soon began grunting and exhaling "Yes's" of pleasure.
Addy immensely enjoyed seeing her black friend's mounting passion. She moved her fingers deeper inside in a slow steady fucking motion until Babs' hips began to jerk spasmodically in waves of orgasm.
Babs fucking felt fantastic on my pussy underneath. I was getting all the benefits from her orgasm. Her own cunt was dripping with cum which was now trickling warmly down my thighs.
It seemed as if her movements lasted over two minutes. Her asshole fiercely swallowed up Addy's fucking fingers and her cunt all the while was grinding pleasurably into mine.
After her passion was spent, Babs lay exhausted over me kissing me gently on the lips while Addy patted and caressed her throbbing asscheeks.
"I didn't know it could feel so good getting fucked in my asshole. My husband has always been too timid to try. But it feels like a cunt and even better."
We all could have enjoyed just lying there relaxing and kissing each other, but we suddenly realized where we were and that it wouldn't be too groovy if anyone discovered us here. We could all possible be fired because of some prudish, narrow-minded teacher.
"We better straighten ourselves up and get ready for work," I cautioned.
We got up reluctantly, pulling our panties up, smoothing down our clothes and hair.
Addy and Babs looked beautiful now, their eyes bright and their faces flushed from our cunt and ass finger-fucking. I'm sure I must have looked the same. I felt extremely happy and pleased from the experience I just finished sharing with my two new friends. I knew we would be close and enjoy more of these sessions in the time to come.
"Babs, I'd love to have you come over sometime with your husband. On second thought, why don't you come tonight? You too, Addy." They both readily agreed. I knew there would be great fun in store for tonight.
We all winked at each other as we parted for our destinations, me to my clinic, them to their classes. I felt somehow that I could bear the rest of the day now knowing that I'd be seeing Babs and Addy soon.
CHAPTER FOUR
When I finally got home, I was exhausted. It had been a trying day. My mouth still watered over that groovy sex scene in the lounge. Babs Thompson was really something. I can hardly wait until tonight. It should be a blast.
Dinner took me three hours to prepare. I made some steaks, an elaborate salad, and chilled some wine. I wanted tonight to be something special. Paul didn't get home until 7. He was exhausted.
"Hi honey," I said, kissing him as he came in. "Ummmm, hello baby, what's for dinner?"
"Steak, salad, wine and, we're having guests."
"What! Goddamn, why didn't you tell me," he roared.
"It's the Bennetts and another couple of swingers, the Thompsons."
"Oh, he said meekly. "Informal?"
"You bet," I said smiling.
Paul got the message. He knew it wasn't going to be a drab dinner party. It was going to be a swinger's ball.
He perked up immediately.
"How about a kiss," he said grabbing my titties from behind.
He had a good titty feel, bouncing his prick and balls against my ass when the doorbell rang. It was Addy and Jerry.
"Hi," I called, "come on in."
"Are the Thompsons here?" Addy asked.
"Not yet," Paul answered.
Paul and Jerry sat down in the living room to talk, while Addy and I went over the highlights of this afternoon.
"I told Jerry," Addy said, "and he laughed like crazy. Jerry's never met Tyrone Thompson. He's seen Babs, and from the way he talked, I think he's interested."
"Paul seems to like the idea, too," I said.
Just then the doorbell rang again. It was Tyrone and Babs Thompson.
"Tyrone, Babs, this is Paul, Jerry, Addy and I'm Ceecy," I said, introducing them. "I'm sure Babs told you all about us, Tyrone."
"Yes, glad to meet you, and please, call me Ty," Babs' husband said.
He was a lot better looking than Babs had described him. Tall with rich black skin. He looked like an African chieftain. His body was a rippling mass of muscles. He looked real good in clothes so I figured he must be quite a hunk underneath. He had deep dark eyes and a bushy black moustache. He reminded me of an old Tarzan movie, where Tarzan is helped by the big chief's son. He was a warrior.
"Why don't you all sit down," I continued, "food will be ready in about 15 minutes."
Babs and Addy followed me out to the kitchen where we all talked over the afternoon.
"Ty's really been dying to meet all of you," she said. "When I told him what happened today, I could hardly restrain him. You know, we meet few really beautiful white people. Most of our friends are hung up on too much soul. It's really great we can all "swing" together."
"Ty knows?" I said questioningly.
"Oh yes," Babs answered. "He was a swinger before I met him. You'll both love him. You've heard about the "big" black man. Well he's one of them."
"Great," I said. "Sounds like a real trip."
We finished dinner about 9 and the boys went into the living room to smoke and drink. By now we were all relaxed and well acquainted. At the table Ty was something. He had wit and charm. Those muscles of his also give me a real kick and my pussy itched. I could hardly wait till later, when I could get a chance to really appreciate them.
"Say, can we help with the dishes?" Babs and Addy asked.
"Sure," I replied.
We started dishes and after a few minutes I saw Tyrone leave the living room and head for the bathroom. I figured now was my only chance to get him alone. I followed him towards the bathroom, telling Babs and Addy I had to piss.
I waited while Ty finished pissing. I could hear the piss flowing. He took a long leak. As he left the 'bathroom, I called him over into our main bedroom.
"Tyrone, would you come help me?" I asked.
"Okay," he replied. He wasn't aware of a thing. He figured "fun and games" wouldn't start till later.
As I directed him over to the table I wanted moved, I quickly started to unzip my dress. He had his back turned so he couldn't see what I was doing.
"Ty, would you help me with this zipper?" I had it already half down and I figured on it sticking.
"Sure, Mrs. Coolidge."
"Ty, call me Ceecy, I insist."
He knew immediately what was up. In a moment he had my zipper down. I flung my dress off, standing there stark naked. He was really startled. He figured he'd have to wrestle with a bra and panties. He didn't expect this.
His eyes lit up and he was staring straight at my cunt. I was sure giving him an eyeful.
"How about a good sucking, Ty?" I teased.
He practically ripped his clothes off. He went down to his knees and buried his head between my legs. I could see his ivory teeth flash as he sought out my clitty.
I looked down at his muscular body. He was all man. His tongue lashed at my pussy. I spread my legs further apart. I felt his lips take my clitty into his mouth. He started to suck.
"Ooooooh," I moaned.
Tyrone Thompson must have learned quite a few tricks when he was a young black buck. He started some kind of rolling movement with his tongue and teeth. It was delightful. It reminded me of the Frenchman I had fucked while in nursing school. He was a dark man, too. He was from Quebec. I figured Tyrone must have been down South to learn such a groovy sucking technique.
"Ty, let's go to the bed and fuck," I gasped.
I saw his head lean back and his face smile.
"Yessum," he said sarcastically. "Anything the white mistress say." He started to laugh.
"Come on you Uncle Tom," I snarled, "fuck me like a nigger."
With a lunge, Ty threw me to the bed. He came and stood over me with his huge arms on his hips. Then I saw it. The stories were true. There was the biggest cock I'd ever set eyes on. His prick was at least a foot long. It stood out erect like a giant battering ram. But it was the width that made me shudder. It had to be at least 2 inches wide. The head alone was 3 inches long. It was lighter than the rest of Ty's body.
He was covered with curly hair. He looked like a black giant, standing over me, his prick waving up and down. I was afraid it would rip me in half. What a fuck-pole! And from the way he fondled it, he knew how to use it, too.
Tyrone got astride me. He pushed his pecker towards my screw box. His face was towering above me. I opened my legs wide in preparation for his giant pecker.
"Now, white woman," Ty said through his teeth.
He thrust forward. The head of his prick entered my horny, hot, flooding cunt. I shuddered as the walls were pushed out. He pushed again.
This time my cunt swallowed about 6 inches of hot cock.
"Aieeee," I screamed, as the pain built up.
Tyrone had no pity. He thrust in to the hilt as I felt the membranes inside me tear. I felt myself blacking out from the intense pain.
"Ooooh, Tyrone, It HURTS!" I pleaded.
''Shut up," he growled.
He was like a raging bull. He tore into my twat wildly. Lust surged through his muscular frame. Ty had only one thing on his mind. That was to fuck. He was oblivious to everything else.
He began to push in and out of my cunt with an unmatched fury. His prick ripped and tore, pushing the walls of my delicate pussy apart.
My cum slowly began to flow as an orgasm shook me. The pain became subtle. It started to turn into pleasure. It was beautiful. I felt myself losing control. Ty pulled his pecker out and started to play with my outer lips.
''Don't stop," I screamed at Ty. "FUCK ME!!"
Tyrone rammed forward again, his fuck-pole finding its fuck-hole. He rode me like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. He was mounted firm in the saddle.
"OOOOOOOHH!" I screamed, as a series of multiple orgasms shook me.
Ty exploded. He couldn't control it any longer. His prick burst forth with sperm. It was hot and sticky. It flushed through my cavern. It felt like a flood.
We sank down together. Tyrone's cock still pumped cum into my body as my cunt muscles gripped this prick. They started contracting, sucking his dick like it was a lollipop.
From the back of the room a loud sound of clapping erupted. Tyrone and I opened our eyes to a strange sight.
There stood Paul and Jerry, Addy and Babs. They were all smiling and cheering about how good a fuck that was.
I was surprised. They must have snuck into the room while Tyrone and I were lost in passion. They watched the whole thing.
"Great job," Paul said, congratulating Ty.
"I couldn't have done better," Jerry said.
It was like a contest. The others were all judges. What a gas! Everybody was kidding and laughing. If it weren't for the fact that Tyrone and I were stark naked, you would have thought it was a cocktail party.
"Move over Ceecy," Addy called, "It's my turn."
Addy walked over to the bed. She dropped to her knees in front of Tyrone. He watched her side-eyed. I don't think he was quite used to this scene either.
"Spread your legs, honey," Addy said to Tyrone.
"What....uh," was Ty's reply.
In a flash Addy had Ty's long limp cock in her mouth. She started to suck on his pecker. It was the most unbelievable sight I'd ever seen. Here was Addy straddling between Ty's legs. Her head was buried between his thighs. Her mouth covered his prick like it was a tootsie roll pop. A chocolate tootsie roll pop.
Wow! Could she ever suck. Tyrone loved it. His head sank back onto the bed and I saw his eyes roll up. He was lost in pleasure.
"Suck it baby," he yelled.
The rest of us could hardly control ourselves watching. Paul and Babs pulled off their clothes. It was quite a scene.
Paul walked over and started to undress Addy. She wouldn't let go of Tyrone's cock for an instant. She was hanging on for dear life.
Paul finally managed to get all of her clothes off. He bent down behind her and started to lick her squirming ass-hole. His tongue rolled over her brown shithole, sending shivers through her.
In the next instant Paul's prick produced a tremendous erection.
Babs and I watched fascinated, as Paul began to insert his massive fuck-pole into Addy's tiny asshole.
"Ooooo! Oh, my God!" Addy choked in pain, as she bit down on Tyrone's cock.
"Owwww!" yelled Ty, as Addy's teeth tore into his tender prick.
What a sight! Paul finally managed to insert his cock up Addy's ass. She squirmed as he started to fuck her. I couldn't believe she could still hold on to Ty's cock with all that activity at her asshole.
From the look on Ty's face, the pressure of Addy's mouth was beginning to get to him. He was about ready to shoot his load.
With a massive jerk, his huge prick exploded. Addy's head blew backwards. Globs of hot sperm shot all over. Addy gagged as she tried to swallow the cum flowing down her throat. Sperm covered her titties and hair.
Paul still held tight to Addy's body as she gasped for air. His body jerked rhythmically as she squirmed. He was going to fuck her even if she ran around the room. My husband is a determined one.
"Man that was good. Best blow job I ever had."
Ty leaned back onto the bed, his cock now limp. Cum still dripped from his pecker. His hard black body was covered with cum. He was half white from the sticky globs on his chest and face. What a sight!
Meanwhile, Paul was still fucking away. From the contorted look on his face, he looked like he was in pain. His whole body was locked tight against Addy's ass.
Addy crouched on all fours, her arms swaying at her sides. She was enjoying this ass fucking as much as Paul.
Babs and I watched wide eyed. From out of the corner Jerry came and knelt down in front of Addy. His cock was in a ready position. It was stiff. Bright red with a fiery purple head.
Moving closer to Addy, he pushed in between her legs.
"Ooooooh," Addy groaned, as Jerry's cock tore into her cunt hole.
Now she was pinned. Paul fucking her ass, while Jerry humped her pussy. Both men kept rhythm. Paul would push in and Jerry would pull out. They could feel each others cocks through the thin membrane wall. There wasn't much separating ass from cunt. The friction must have been incredible.
"Now," Paul screamed.
Paul's body contorted as he drove his dick home. His frame shook as he exploded cum into Addy's shithole. His thighs pounded against her asscheeks. His balls flapped loudly back and forth as he poured his hot sperm into her.
"Fuck me harder!" Addy screamed.
In a frenzy, she began to bite Jerry on his shoulder. She egged him on. She's tasted cock and now she wanted more.
In retaliation, Jerry drove his prick up her tiny hole. The warmth from Paul's cum must have set Jerry off. He cracked his rocks in that momentous second. His cum flowed up into Addy. The soothing liquids quenched her fire and she sank downward between both men.
What a truly memorable sight, I thought. I was secretly wishing that it had been me. Babs' face was all aglow. I suspected that she was probably wishing the same thing.
"Well, now that all of you men have shot off your loads, who's going to take care of me? It's my turn for fun and there's not a stiff prick in sight," Babs whined.
Everyone turned to Babs, who had just sounded off.
"Now, now, calm down honey," Tyrone said. "I'm sure I can take care of you."
"I wanted me some white cock for a change," Babs answered.
"I think I can help you," Paul said getting up off the floor.
"Ty, you've already had it twice, now it's my turn."
Babs smiled and walked over to Paul.
"You just as good fucking pussy, as you are screwing ass?" Babs asked him.
"You'll find out when you open your legs," Paul responded. With a quick look, Paul got Addy and Jerry to move over to where Ty and I stood. That husband of mine really is something. He'd fuck anything or anybody.
Of course, Babs wasn't just anybody. She was really well stacked. She was just as beautiful as this afternoon in the employee's lounge. Her brown skin really turned me on. That curly black pussy of hers, surrounded by that light chocolate skin, would make any man want to fuck.
"Get on that bed," Paul commanded her.
"Oh, the dominant type," Babs sneered. "I just love that kind. How about a workout first?"
I realized immediately what she meant. There was a side to Paul, I guess, I didn't know about. He stood there calmly, slowly taking his belt from his trousers on the floor. I wish he had told me. I think I would have liked it if he had beaten me too.
"Okay, pussycat, open your legs wide," Paul ordered.
He was a different person. His voice was harsh and abrupt. What a change. From a sweet lovable guy to a man pent up with fury. He raised the belt above his head. Babs lay there breathlessly waiting for the last to fall on her tender skin.
I turned to Tyrone, and he was just as surprised as I was. Paul must have guessed Babs' true nature when he volunteered. She loved pain!
"Now!" Paul screamed, as he ripped the belt down onto her fleshy thighs.
Babs winced with pain. She smiled again, her eyes going glassy. She opened her legs even father apart.
"Hit my cunt," she pleaded, looking up at Paul.
All of us were now wide-eyed. Was this the same girl I'd made love with this afternoon?
"Thwack!" The belt whisked deftly in Paul's hand, as it flicked against the top of Babs' cunt.
"Harder!" she screamed.
Paul began to flick the belt methodically above her pussy. The tip would crack just on top of her twat. Babs began squirming with delight.
"More," she gasped. "Make me feel it!"
Paul kept on beating her cunny. Pearly white drops oozed from her pussy. They dribbled onto her hairs, splattering as the belt tip hit them. Babs was now uncontrollable.
She writhed about screaming to be hit harder. Paul obliged her. His face was aglow with excitement. He enjoyed using the belt! My husband, always full of surprises.
I was also amazed to see his cock, stiff as a ramrod. After the first few hits, his prick stood up erect. Paul bore down with the belt harder. He was really aroused.
His face was getting as red as his erect prick. He began ripping the entire belt into Babs' thighs. Bright red welts started to appear as Paul pounded Babs' body.
"Ahhhhhh!" Babs screamed.
Paul froze. Babs was writhing in the midst of an orgasm. Her scream had broken the spell of his frenzy.
He put down the belt and got astride Babs. He drove his prick deep into her writhing, flooding pussy. He began to fuck her.
And what a fuck it was! She would squirm around, perspiration pouring from her body. Her orgasm was hitting her in waves.
Paul was plunging his prick into her furry fuck-hole with as much vigor as he had used strapping her.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Split my cunt wide open."
Paul kept on. He had her pinned to the bed with his heaving body. He thrust in and out of her. His prick was bright red. His balls flapped against her asshole as he pushed forward.
Babs was still lost in pleasure. The combined beating and fucking kept a steady flow of cum dripping from her. She was in a passionate bliss.
Tyrone, suddenly left my side and walked over to them. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just horny. I got my answer quick enough.
He mounted Paul. His large brown prick was now erect as he pushed it towards Paul's hairy asshole.
"Unnnnnh," Paul moaned, as Ty inserted his manly pecker. He stuck his cock deep into Paul's bowels. He lunged all the way forward, driving his prick deep within him. Paul was thrust forward from the pain, deeper into Babs' cunt.
The three of them were like a crazy machine. Ty fucking the shit out of Paul's ass, while Paul fucked Babs mercilessly.
What a scene! I couldn't control myself, I was so horny.
I ran over and took Ty's balls into my mouth. I started sucking and lapping, running my tongue over her cock, as it plunged in and out of Paul's asshole.
Suddenly I felt a pain in my ass. Jerry had inserted his cock into my asshole! What an exquisite feeling.
All five of us were fucking in rhythm like a pyramid. Paul, deep into Babs' cunt, Ty, deep in Paul's asshole, and me sucking Tyrone's balls, while Jerry was fucking my ass. It was beautiful.
"Hey, what about me?"
I stopped sucking and turned to see Addy climb on top of Ty. She wound her legs around her neck and balanced her hands on top of Paul's back. Poor Babs, on the bottom of all these fucking bodies, but she seemed to be enjoying it all immensely.
Addy thrust her cunt into Ty's face. The last sight I saw before my vision got bleary was Ty's long tongue darting out of his mouth and into Addy's cunt hole while he held on to Paul's ass. It was like an orgiastic dream, and I couldn't determine whether I was awake or asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
As was bound to happen, I changed my mind drastically about Bryant High, only in the past few weeks, since I took the job as school nurse. I'm no longer afraid of the students. I've gotten over my fear, or was it hope, of being molested in the halls. The change came slowly. I'll have to admit, that it took a tremendous amount of patience on my part, to win the students over to my side.
My first two weeks at Bryant were like a nightmare, with the kids talking all the time, refusing to do as I instructed, and harassing me constantly in the clinic and halls. I had a ridiculous fear in the back of my mind that they would gang up on me one of these days, and do God knows what to me!
I realized, finally, I was acting like a child. Either I would straighten the situation out, or else I would be running from things the rest of my life.
The kids must have sensed my new found strength because within days they began to listen to me and call me Mrs. Coolidge, rather than "Hey Nursie!" Respect and discipline are very important in teaching. Without it, nothing gets accomplished.
I used every bit of psychology I knew on them, and it gradually began to work. However, the "clique," led by my three friends, Bobby Benton, Jim Vito and Monica Brewster, was the hardest to break and required special attention.
I managed to corner Jim Vito one day in the hall before he could escape me. He had been giving me the most trouble and I knew he was the true leader of the bunch.
Jim is a big Puerto Rican "boy" with a muscular 6' build. I discovered from his records that he's 20 and should be a college sophomore, but was held back for disciplinary reasons.
"Jim, why do you always try to avoid me outside of the clinic? Once you're in my office for some minor cut or bruise, you do all you can to annoy me." I looked him straight in the face.
He shifted his large brown eyes, afraid to look at me, and finally said bitterly.
"Because you have such a damn superior attitude towards the kids in this school. As if they're not good enough for you."
His words hit me unexpectedly. I stood there slightly stunned, looking at his muscles rippling with tension under his tight T shirt.
I also must have blushed slightly under his fierce gaze. He seemed to be penetrating me with his eyes.
He was quite a good-looking guy. I realized suddenly, with his tight jeans stretched over his strong muscular legs, he was really a hunk of man. My gaze shifted to his prick bundled in the crotch of his pants.
"Ahhhh, Jim," I stammered. "I hadn't realized. I'm sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you and your friends somehow. Why don't you, Bobby and Monica come and talk to me in my clinic tomorrow after your classes are over?"
Jim, said nothing, but gave me a cynical sneer, and walked away down the hall.
The next afternoon came around, but not a soul showed up. The following week was the same.
The only sign in my friends, that I had even made such an invitation, was a strange silence on their part, when I met them in the halls. They seemed unusually quiet and observant of my every move, as if they were sizing me up for the kill. There goes my paranoia again!
One late afternoon, almost two weeks after I spoke to Jim, I was in my clinic doing some last minute reports on illnesses over the past month at Bryant. I was a little startled when I heard a knock on the door, as it was long past dismissal time. I was even more surprised to see Jim, Bobby and Monica walk through the door!
What could they be up to, I wondered? I put any silly fears out of my head and decided, now was the best time to straighten things out between us all. I gathered up my courage.
"Well, it's good to see you three. I've been wanting to get to know you better since school started. I'm afraid I haven't given you a very good impression, and I'll do my best to amend any wrongs." I tried to sound confident and friendly.
"We decided to get to know you better too, Mrs. Coolidge." It was Bobby Benton who spoke in a very low voice. He was standing quite close to the desk, with his hands spread on his hips.
What a nice body he has, I thought. His chest was broad and muscular for his 6 feet 3 inch frame, and it tapered down to a small pair of hips and nice tight asscheeks.
Bobby moved closer to the desk and gave me a piercing look, which sent shivers of uneasiness and then pleasure through me.
Could they possibly be planning to do something to me? There was a deep silence in the room.
I began to feel frightened. All the stories about brutal attacks on teachers and personnel at Bryant ran through my head.
Was this going to happen to me?
Within seconds, my attitude changed from one of horror, to a strong desire to be raped. Yes, I wanted to be held down by force, my clothes ripped off, and fucked without mercy by these hot blooded youths!
I felt a burning creeping from my cunt over my body, tickling my nipples, until I could feel them hardening under my blouse.
Bobby was still staring at me. His aims were clear to me now and he knew from the new look of anxiety on my face that I had guessed his intentions.
"Well, Mrs. Coolidge," Bobby said, in a sarcastic voice. "How would you suggest this cozy little foursome get acquainted?"
"I don't know what you mean, Bobby," I answered, trying to act innocent. The last thing I wanted to reveal was that I actually wanted them to rape me. There's no telling what they might decide to do to me then.
I looked around at Jim and Monica to pick up clues from them. They were obviously of the same mind, both of them watching me with sneers on their faces.
Jim's jeans were so tight, I couldn't help but notice his prick. It was practically bursting out of his tight pants by now. He wore an open necked shirt, which clung to his chest and shoulders.
Jim knew I was admiring his body.
"You like it, don't you Nursie?" he teased. He sensuously shifted his hips and ran his fingers over the bulge in his pants.
I was dying by now. Oh, I wanted that young prick so badly. What if they knew this and were just going to tease me? That would be the worst thing they could do to me. My cunt was already flooding all over the chair.
I wondered what part Monica was going to play in this little game. She was dressed in her usual attire of mini-skirt, sandals, and sleeveless low-cut blouse.
I wouldn't mind seeing her cunny or titties. She has quite a full curved body for a girl of 17.
Jim spoke up. "Why don't we teach Mrs. Coolidge a few things about friendship? Monica, go lock the door," he commanded.
I knew what was about to happen, and I decided I better put up a show of protest.
"What's going on here? What's the idea of locking the door? I'll scream if you come near me!" I lied.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Nursie," Jim threatened. "Don't make it harder on yourself. Bobby, me, and Monica, decided you had a pretty groovy body from the first day you wiggled your ass in here," Jim said. "We didn't think it would be fair to let that pussy go to waste or let some punk fuck it first. So we're going to do the honors."
"You know, Mrs. Coolidge, you're not too smart," Bobby spoke up. "The way you come in here everyday with your titties hanging out and your ass all nice and full under those short skirts of yours, man, you're just asking for a stiff prick!"
"Why, I wouldn't be surprised if she planned it from the beginning," Monica put in. "She probably doesn't get enough prick from Mr. Coolidge and was hoping one of the young studs in school would give her a good fucking!"
"I resent that!" I said, indignantly. I had to defend Paul. It was the only natural thing to do and besides I still had to convince them I was horrified at the whole scene.
"Well, we don't really care whether you resent it or not, we just want to give you something you'll never forget." Jim leered at me when he said this, and on signal from him, Bobby and Monica came up behind me and held my arms.
"Oh, what are you going to do? Please don't hurt me," I feigned fright.
"We wouldn't do a thing like that, Nursie, dear," Bobby said. "You're body's too nice to do anything to but fuck. So, if you're just real quiet and cooperate, you won't get hurt."
My heart was pounding by now and I was really getting horny.
Jim came up to the chair I was pinned to and with a few strong shoves, moved it clear of the desk. He loomed in front of me with his legs spread and his head cocked. He eyed my hard titties, which were by now popping through my thin blouse.
"I bet you're squirming in your cunny right now, Mrs. prim and proper. How'd you like me to give those big rosy nipples of yours a nice hot, wet sucking? Jim leered down at me.
Oh, God! How I wanted that! He'd find out soon enough how wrong he was in calling me "prim and proper." If he only knew how hot my cunt was.
"Hold her tight," Jim commanded to Bobby and Monica.
He stepped forward and shoved his knee between my legs, spreading them wide and making my skirt ride up, almost to my pussy. Then moving up to me, till my legs straddled him, he shoved a rough hand into my blouse.
Pop! Pop! One of the buttons flew off. A split second later, my blouse was completely open and hanging off my shoulders.
There I was, completely naked from my waist up, with my large full-blown titties nestled together and my nipples pointing out at Jim.
"Holy Christ!" he whistled. "She sure don't wear much, and look at those gorgeous titties! What a suck job I'm going to give her."
I loved being admired this way. The rough treatment and the wild frenzy of this young stud sent prickly waves of heat through me.
Jim knelt down between my legs and took one of my titties into his mouth. He grabbed and squeezed the other one until it was so hard I thought it would explode.
He was in ecstasy now, eating, sucking, and biting my stiff nipple and sweet fleshy titty. I felt tenderness towards him; he looked so much like a babe, happily sucking milk from a full bosom.
I couldn't control my maternal instincts and automatically my hand reached out and started caressing his head and back. I just gave myself away.
"Hey, I think she digs getting her boobs sucked," Monica said from behind.
"I know I sure dig it," Jim panted. "I don't think I've ever seen such a ripe, luscious pair of titties, in my life. Let me get to them."
He let my arm drop and came around next to Jim who had my titties buried deep in his mouth.
Bobby reached out and flicked my nipple. It responded like a soldier coming to attention.
In a flash, Bobby was on his knees, with his sandy head nestled against my belly. I felt like a cow being milked by two ravenous calves.
The pleasure was becoming intense. All Paul ever has to do to get me hot, is to bite my nipples a few times and I start creaming like mad. Here I had two hungry mouths nibbling and sucking me, and I felt I would start heaving any second.
Spit from their mouths started rolling down the crack between my titties and on down my belly. Some of it caught in my belly button.
Bobby, lost no time in lapping up the juices with his hot tongue, which he lazily weaved around my belly and waist, sending shivers through me.
When they both had their fill, my titties were flaming red and aching from all the gnawing and sucking. My titties and belly were glistening with sweat and saliva. But what a fantastic workout it was! It gave me an unbelievable thrill being made by such young studs. I waited breathlessly for their next move.
"Hey, what about letting me get to her for a while?" It was Monica who spoke. "I'd like to see that fuck-hole of hers. I sure am hungry for some good cunt."
I was a little surprised. I knew what was coming, but for some reason, I hadn't expected Monica to like the same things I did. My pussy was aching to be fondled.
Monica stood in front of me, eyeing my bare titties and my parted thighs. She liked what she saw. She began rolling her tongue over his lips while she slowly undressed.
What a luscious shapely young chick! Her titties were large and pointed, jutting out of her tight blouse. Her dress curved nicely over her plump rounded asscheeks. She was too tasty a morsel for any man or woman to resist.
Bobby and Jim watched breathlessly, as their sexy little friend stripped herself. They completely forgot about me, they were so absorbed in the swaying movement of Monica's young body. She could have been a professional stripper, the way she slowly pulled off her top and unzipped her tiny skirt, letting them fall to the floor.
There she was with nothing but a lacy bra and a brief pair of panties covering her delicate, naked curves.
"My God, what a body!" Jim exclaimed, as if he were seeing Monica for the first time.
Monica enjoyed displaying herself and started running her hands around her hips, plunging her fingers into her panties.
She stood there for a while, with her legs spread, playing with her pussy and licking her lips. I was getting as worked up as she was, just watching her.
Bobby couldn't stand her teasing any longer. He came up and unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down her legs. I gasped at her nakedness. Her body was a series of perfect fleshy curves, large rosy titties, smooth shapely legs, and one of the sweetest cunts I'd ever seen.
It looked like a baby pussy, covered with a light growth of silky blonde hair. It wasn't bushy like Babs' or Addy's. I wanted to plant kisses all over it and take her tiny clitty into my mouth.
"Come on kid, don't just stand there. Let's see some action," Bobby pushed her forward into my lap.
"Let me see your twat," she commanded. "Stand up and pull your skirt off, then sit back down and spread those thighs real wide. I want to chew the piss out of you."
Monica had turned into a horny, demanding female. You could hardly call her a sweet-17-never-been-kissed-school-girl.
She wanted my pussy now, and with no fooling around. I craved the rough treatment she was giving me. I wanted to be her slave and to submit to any of her desires.
I was swooning by now, from the heat building up in my cunt. Without a word, I got up and slipped out of my skirt and stockings. There wasn't anything else to take off. I was stark naked, standing in a classroom, being examined by three glassy-eyed "students."
"Shit man, what a piece of ass!" Bobby whistled.
"She don't wear nothing underneath those flimsy clothes of hers." Jim said, astonished. "I bet she's a real hot one."
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Mrs. stuck-up?" Monica taunted. "Bet you don't feel so almighty proud standing in front of us in your bare assed birthday suit."
I detected jealousy and hate in their words. I hadn't realized their feelings were so strong against me, and least yet, that they considered my "stuck-up."
"I....I didn't know you felt this way. I guess I wasn't very friendly at first, but I was new here and I needed time to get used to things. Please try to understand."
"She want us to understand," Jim sneered. "How can she even understand us, when she lives in a nice comfortable home, has a nice doctor for a husband, and nice suburban friends."
"Yeah," Bobby put in. "We live in rat holes, have drunks for fathers, and get stuck in schools that are little better than kindergartens."
"Maybe you get the picture a little clearer why we resent your type here," Monica said.
"You're luckier than most of the other nurses, though," Jim said, mockingly. "They usually get scared off the first few weeks of school."
"Either that or else raped or beaten," Bobby added. "See how lucky you are? Just because you've got such a gorgeous hunk of ass, all we're going to do is screw the shit out of you."
"Yes, aren't we nice?" Monica sneered. "We could give you a nice beating all over your pretty naked body with that metal ruler over there."
A tingling sensation ran up my back, from my pussy. If they only knew how much I would like to be raped and beaten by them. But I was reluctant to give myself away.
Monica was getting hot again. "Come here and sit down whore," she ordered roughly. "Open your legs wide so I can see your cunt lips. I want to suck!"
I sat down with my thighs parted and stared down at my bushy auburn haired cunt. I knew it was luscious and just made to be played with.
Monica quickly knelt down between my legs and parted my hairy lips with her eager fingers. My clitty popped out, already stiff and red.
"Wow, look at that man in the boat!" she screamed. "It's at least two inches long. I bet it's a real juicy mouthful."
My juices started flowing as her fingers explored the folds of my pussy and tweaked my throbbing clitty. It felt so good to finally get some relief.
"She's a wet one alright," Monica exclaimed. "Her cunt's flooding already."
In the next second I felt the exquisite sensations of Monica's hot, moist lips against my pussy.
"Oooooh, aaaahhh," I couldn't hold myself back any longer.
"I'll give you something to moan about baby," Monica said as she sucked my clitty through her teeth. She bit down hard, and flicked the stiff skin back and forth with her tongue.
"Oh my God! STOP! You're driving me crazy. I feel like I have to ... to piss! OHHHH!"
She bit and gnawed my pussy harder, without stopping. Her lips were smacking away, soaked with spit, bits of hair and my love juices.
"Feel like you wanna piss, don't you?" Monica looked up at my contorted face through a mouthful of pussy hair.
"You're so burning hot now you'd stick anything up your cunt just to get rid of that aching, stinging sensation."
"I want to hear her beg for prick. I want to see her get so horny that she'll get on her knees for a fuck," Bobby leered.
They were right. I was ready to be ripped apart by anything. I wanted prick. RIGHT NOW!
"Please," I pleaded. "Do something. FUCK ME!!!"
They sure had gotten me worked up. I was desperate. Monica had stopped eating my twat and was enjoying, with the others, my agony.
"Let's give cock to her," Jim screamed.
Before I knew what was happening, the three of them lifted me bodily and placed me face up on the desk. Then, Jim and Bobby, ripped off their shirts and tight jeans and stood naked before me.
It was all I could do to keep from cuming right then and there on the desk, from the sight of their young muscular bodies. They were both beautifully strong and tan, with powerful chests and narrow hips. They reminded me of the young guys I used to fuck with in nursing school.
Their pricks were something else. They were both stiff as boards, jutting out at right angles from their hairy crotches. I started squirming just looking at them. I wanted to suck them into my mouth and suck their soft young balls.
Jim's prick was short and wide, like a powerful fist.
I knew it could really rip a cunt apart. Bobby's pecker was longer and narrower, but still a beauty. I wanted to feel both of them in my twat and to be fucked up my pussy and ass.
"Look at her, she's just dying for a good screw," Bobby said, eyeing me. "Which end first?"
"How about a good ass fuck, baby?" It was Jim who spoke.
"Roll over and let me see that pretty little asshole of yours," Jim ordered.
I obliged him, rolling over on the hard desk, till my asscheeks were sticking up in the air. A sharp tingle crept up my cunt and worked deep inside my shithole. I was waiting, breathlessly, for that first painful lunge of dong into my depts.
"What gorgeous pink mounds of ass flesh." Bobby's mouth watered. "Can't wait to jam my prick between those asscheeks."
He leaned over and took a bit of one of my plump cheeks. It felt so nice. Then he traced wet patterns on the pink surface and up and down the crack. I was shivering by now in anticipation. He jumped up on the desk, straddling my legs and dangled his balls against my ass.
His prick was now touching my firm asscheeks, feeling hard and warm against my ass. Without warning, he reared up on his knees and crammed his cock down into my tight poop hole.
"Aieeeeee! Take it easy!" I screamed.
It hurt like crazy at first, being tom apart by his wide fuck-pole, but I knew in a few seconds it would be delightful.
"This is just the beginning, baby," Jim panted, "I'm going to fuck you till the shit runs out of you."
He plunged his stiff dick deep into my ass, spreading the asscheeks apart as he tore in and out. After a few times, it became easier for him to move his prick, as my inside walls loosened up.
He started fucking like mad, pounding his balls against my twat, until the friction in my hole became unbearable.
"Ahhh, Ahhhh," I gasped for breath. I felt that any second my whole body would start shaking with spasms. I could feel my ass muscles contracting around Jim's cock, squeezing the sperm out of his balls.
"Ohhhhh ... man! What a fuck!" Jim panted.
My hips and ass were now heaving frantically in the air, jumping up to swallow Jim's hot prick. My pussy was pounding into the hard desk with every spasm. It began to sting with the pounding it was getting, and in a few seconds, was dripping with cum.
"Oh! I'm gonna cuummm!" Jim screamed, as he fucked away.
Jim's prick emptied its load deep in my ass, bathing the walls with its heavy, white sperm. The burning sensation in my asshole began to subside, leaving only an exquisite soothing feeling.
Jim's sticky cum poured out of my crack onto my flaming cheeks and dribbled down the mounds onto my thighs. He pulled out his limp prick and began licking up the musky sperm from my asshole.
Oooooo! How it tickled and felt so good. My cunny was still hot from the ass fuck and I wanted a cock to cool it off. I tasted the feel of one young prick and I was hungry for more. I could go on all day.
Jim was exhausted. I, was too, but still horny. I lay on my belly, with my legs and arms spread out, enjoying the throbbing in my cunt. I squeezed my thighs together until I pinched my clitty. I could feel it stiff and hot, aching to be fondled.
I lay there wondering what would happen next.
"I think our school nursie, here is a natural," Bobby said, "and I bet she's secretly dying for some more prick. How would you like to get screwed by a 18 year old, namely me?"
"What about me?" Monica asked.
"Do your thing kid," said Bobby. "I'm not stopping you."
"I know how we can both get to her," Monica said. "I'll suck her asshole, while you fuck her cunt. Then, when she's about ready to explode, we'll switch and you shoot off up her ass and I'll suck off her pussy."
I was swooning just from the thought of Monica's suggestion. I wanted to be fucked that way so badly.
"You heard the lady," Bobby barked. "Roll over and take your treatment."
I rolled over on my side and waited for my "treatment."
Bobby walked up and shoved his long, steel hard prick, in my face.
"How do you like it," he said.
I loved it! But, I just gulped in response.
He stepped up to the table and worked his prick into my flooding pussy. I swallowed it up like food. At last, I was getting what I wanted! I closed my eyes to enjoy more of the terrific sensation of being fucked.
Monica, came up from behind, and started fondling my ass. She grabbed a handful of the pink flesh and pinched it till it stung. Then she darted her tongue into my tiny brown shithole, licking up what was left of Jim's cum.
I was in ecstasy. I felt consumed by a wave of passion and was panting and heaving uncontrollably.
My breath came in quick sharp little cries. "Ah, ahhh, ahhh, ohhhhh," I moaned, almost passing out.
Bobby's prick was slowly working in and out of my dripping wet cunt hole. I squeezed my thighs together so I could feel his prick rub over my clitty. Monica's tongue made my ass bum. I was so horny, I felt I would piss or shit any second.
My hips and ass began to thrash back and forth on the rough table, as my muscles started to contract spasmodically. I was going to burst into a long, triple orgasm, any moment now. Just as I was reaching my peak and ready to crash down in waves of pleasure, Bobby pulled out. I nearly died.
"Oh, give me fuck-pole!" I screamed. "NOW!"
Bobby's prick was spurting sperm in my face. He ran around to my heaving asscheeks and slipped his pecker up my crack. Monica took over the unfinished job on my flaming cunny.
She sucked and bit my clitty till I screamed out with pleasure and released myself in wave after wave of orgasm. My cum drenched her open, hungry lips. She darted her tongue deep into my pussy and played with my cunt lips.
I could feel Bobby's prick slipping in and out of my drenched asshole. I was getting fucked royally from both ends and was lost in the overpowering sensations of pleasure.
His sperm leaked out of my crack and trickled lazily down my ass onto the desk. I was oblivious to all but pecker and tongue, for what seemed like a full five minutes. When I finally regained my senses, I was exhausted and heard panting all around me.
"Shit, what a workout!" Bobby panted. "She's the best fuck I've ever had. We'll have to have another screw session with her some other time."
"You've got a beautiful cunny, nursie. I'd sure like to get together again soon." Monica actually smiled at me when she said this.
I was relaxed and contented now, and could not bring myself to feel animosity towards these "kids." After all, didn't they say I was beautiful? I felt they liked me underneath all the pretense of roughness, but that they probably weren't used to making friends with nurses.
"Listen kids," I said, catching my breath. "I won't hold anything against you. and to be honest, I enjoyed the fucking you gave me. What transpired today will be our secret and maybe we can become good cohorts after all."
Despite the bruises and splinters in my ass and back from the desk, I felt overwhelmed with love and compassion for my three "molesters."
"What say we all make friends," I coaxed. "Alright with me," Bobby said brusquely. "Anybody who can fuck like that and is so kind-hearted is my friend," Jim shyly added.
"Same with me," said Monica. "We're all sorry for having given you such a hard time, but we're used to such phonies, we assumed you were like all the rest."
I smiled happily. "You can be sure we'll get together again, maybe at my house. My husband's a "swinger" like me, too. It should be a gas."
"Fine with us," Jim said eagerly.
We all started putting our clothes back on, grinning at each other in the process. Five minutes or so later, they were saying goodbye with promises to come see Paul and me sometime soon.
After they disappeared out the door, I sank down exhausted in my chair. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 7! I had been "occupied" with my friends for over three hours.
I hurried to get ready. My God, Paul is probably worried sick by now, I thought. Wait till I tell him what happened. He'll probably want me to quit my job, he's so over-protective.
I felt bouncy and completely satisfied in my cunt, it actually purred, as I walked to the car. Things were looking up in Grantsville, even with the "toughs" and "babes" at gangster Bryant High!
CHAPTER SIX
Tonight, we declared a dividend! Between my nursing duties at school, the Bennetts, and the Thompsons, Paul and I never had any time together. Well, this night was going to be different! We were staying home and it was going to be just Paul and I.
Ever since I'd seen him in action, beating Babs and fucking, I'd been wanting to get him alone. I never knew my darling husband was so talented. Why, he's an all around fucker.
"Guess who?"
"Oh!" Paul's hands startled me. He had snuck up behind me as I was washing the dishes. He reached around and grabbed my two titties in his hands.
"Ummmmm, Tyrone?"
"Jerry?"
"Bobby?"
"Jim?" I said teasing him.
"Hey," he said startled. "Who the hell are Jim and Bobby?"
"Oh nobody! You're not jealous are you?"
"Of course not."
I lay down the last dish and Paul, still holding me, began to massage my titties. He was squeezing hell out of them.
"That feels good. I just love it when you touch me, Paul. I get hot and horny all over."
Why don't we go into the bedroom," Paul said.
"Great," I answered.
"Paul," I said, hungrily as we walked into the bedroom. "Do it to me."
"Why of course, baby."
"No, I mean, do to me what you did to Babs."
"Well, okay honey, if that's what you want."
In the bedroom, we quickly stripped off our clothes. I willingly lay down on the bed and spread my legs wide apart.
Paul's prick jumped up immediately when he saw the luscious love bush between my legs. His 10 inch cock was bursting to get inside.
"Hmmm, a juicy morsel." I teased him.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, his eyes gleaming.
"First, I want the treatment. I want to feel what Babs felt when you beat her."
"Okay, but don't ever call me a wife beater."
Paul went to the closet and took out his leather belt. It was a long ugly thing. It had a brass buckle the size of a man's fist. I started thinking about how it would feel on my tender white flesh.
"Hit me, darling," I told him.
"I've got a surprise, honey. I figured after the session with Babs, you'd get this idea, so I bought this."
From the closet, Paul pulled out a squirrel skin. It wasn't very big, but it was softer than any fur I'd touched.
"What do I do with that?" I asked.
"Put it on, silly, over your cunny."
I quickly complied and lay back waiting for him to flick me with the belt. The fur felt warm and almost alive on top of my hairy twat. It was a strange sensation. Well, Paul knew what he was doing. I guess I'll just have to trust him, I thought to myself.
"Now," Paul screamed. The belt crashed down on my tender thighs. The tip flicked the top of the squirrel's fur, sending shivers of delight up my body.
"Mmmmmmm," I moaned.
Paul started to bear down. The belt came alive in his hand. It was like an extension of his arm. As his tempo quickened, he drove himself into a frenzy. He loved beating me!
"Harder," I screamed.
Paul cracked the belt down on the squirrel fur, tearing it. Waves of pain flashed through my body. I felt myself getting more and more excited. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
Tears began rolling down my face as Paul beat me. The pain began to subside and a slow heat began to erupt between my thighs, in my pussy. Pleasure reared its head and began to caress my love bush.
An orgasm started to rush over me. First slowly, and then picking up momentum until my clitty reached a throbbing crescendo.
"Fuck me!" I screamed.
Paul dropped the belt and ripped the squirrel hide from my cunt. My bush was a mass of swelling red welts.
"Eeeeeeee," I moaned as Paul's hard body covered by sores. Paul mounted me. His prick at the entrance to my now swimming pussy. His stiff cock battering to get in. With one long thrust, Paul lodged himself deep within my wetness, and was sucked upon by my cunny.
"Deeper, I want to feel you inside of me."
Paul thrust in his well hung prick, deeply embedding it within my gushing cunt cavern. His prick felt so nice and warm. The pleasure was increased tenfold. I knew the beating had stirred me up.
"Squeeze me balls," Paul gasped, as he fucked in and out of me.
I reached down for his massive balls. They swung back and forth. They were flapping against my ass.
"Pressure," Paul panted, as I started to rub his balls.
I began squeezing and pulling at his massive nuts. Paul squirmed under my fingers' deft touch. He began fucking me harder, reaching a frenzy of excitement.
"FUCK YOU," he screamed, as his prick exploded its sperm.
Paul shot his load of hot sperm deep into my cunt. His cum touched the very fiber of my being. I began contracting my pussy muscles, sucking his prick like a huge lollipop.
The excitement was too much. My own orgasm rushed over me as Paul continued spurting his cum. His ejaculation soothed the fire burning inside of me.
We both sank onto the cum-drenched bedsheets, exhausted. What a fuck! Paul was A-OK in the fucking department. He knew how to make me feel like a woman. Not many men were even half as good as he was.
"That was beautiful, darling," I whispered to him.
He was still panting, trying to grab lungfuls of air. Paul really was highly excitable.
"Baby," Paul began, "I've got another little surprise."
Downtown near the hospital is a novelty store. Today, I went down during lunch and picked up a mutual present for us.
"Oh, let me see, Paul, I love surprises."
Paul walked over to the dresser and from the top drawer he took out a long thin box.
"What is it?"
"An electric vibrator."
"What?" I said.
"Look at the shape, baby."
"Why it looks like a prick," I murmured.
"Right!"
Before me, in Paul's hand was a long thin plastic cock. On the base was a button. It worked by battery. It was a beautiful pink color and obviously it was made out of some kind of soft plastic. It was at least 8 inches long.
"Oh Paul, what a gas," I squealed, hugging him.
"Well, you just insert it wherever you desire and push the button. It keeps going until you push it again."
"A vibrating cock."
"Oh, Paul, please do use it on me first," I pleaded.
"All right, open your legs, honey."
I lay back on the bed. My legs opened wide as I closed my eyes in anticipation. Paul hovered above me with the vibrator.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yep," I clenched my teeth.
He thrust it into my cunt. The walls opened easily. I was used to big cocks by now. It felt just like Paul's.
He turned it on.
"Ooooooh," I screamed, as it started to vibrate.
It was unbelievable. More intense than anything I'd ever tried. And believe me, I tried them all, from cucumbers to wine bottles.
"Push it in deeper," I moaned.
Paul slowly pushed the vibrating prick into my yearning cunt. My pussy swallowed it in hungrily. My cuntal muscles tightened around it. The vibrations became more intense and I started to shake all over.
"Fuck me, make it fuck me!" I screamed.
The vibrator was driving me wild between my legs. My clitty was throbbing. The machine made it quiver. It was sheer ecstasy.
I could barely move. The vibrator was stuck way up my cunt and Paul had just left it on. I could feel my juices begin to flow. My cum started to cover the vibrating prick.
I began throwing my thighs up into the air, trying to pull the thing deeper in. Paul mounted me. He pushed his now erect fuck-pole against my flooding pussy.
"Ooooooh," I panted.
Paul thrust in with his massive dong. He pushed the vibrator deeper. I thought it would fuck my insides bare. He kept pushing deeper and deeper.
"No, no more," I yelled at him.
Paul was in heat. He just kept on pushing.
"Paul, stop, I can't stand it."
He flung himself forward. He buried at least 6 inches of his cock in me. With the vibrator there was 14 inches of cock and machine humping me. It was both painful and fantastic.
My whole belly was vibrating. I could feel the thing vibrating my guts. My cunt was flooding and exploding. Pearly white drops of cum gushed onto Paul's prick and the sheets. I started to lose control. My thighs were numb and I thought I'd pass out.
"Eeeeee!" I screamed, and then blacked out.
When I awoke, Paul was standing over me with a towel. Blood covered his waving cock. I looked down at my cunt and saw blood all over it.
"Paul!" I yelled terrified.
"It's all right honey. It just tore up some membrane." The vibrator had stopped, thank God, but my cunt still felt crammed.
"It's stuck, honey. I managed to turn it of, but I can't pull it out. Your muscles have locked tight onto it. Try to relax your thighs."
Now, I was really scared. I couldn't relax. I tried bearing down, but no good. The thing wouldn't budge.
"Oh, Paul, what can I do?"
"Well, I better drive you over to the emergency room at city hospital. I'm too nervous to be of any use. You'd better get an objective doctor."
"But Paul, what could I say? By tomorrow everyone would know. I'd die of embarrassment."
"It's either that or wait till it falls out. I don't think it'd done any harm. Just locked muscles."
"Call up Addy and get her doctor's number. I don't want any of the doctors you know doing this. It might ruin your reputation."
"OK."
Paul went out to call Addy. I tried inserting my fingers. I could just barely touch it. It was lodged in tight. What would the doctor say. He'd sure as hell know what happened.
"Okay, thanks Addy." I heard Paul put down the phone.
"There's a Dr. Michael Bierce, four blocks from here. He's a gynecologist. Addy says he's cool so there won't be any trouble. She says to go on over and tell him she sent you."
"Are you sure he won't mind?" I asked Paul. "From the way Addy talked, it sounded like they're real "close" friends. I don't think there'll be any problem."
"Okay, I'll get dressed, you get the car."
Paul slipped on his slacks and shirt and went out to start the car. I meanwhile, slipped on a shift, not wanting to take a chance on wearing panties. The fucking thing was crammed deep enough in me without my pushing it in any deeper. We pulled up in front of a small ranch type house. The sign out front read, Michael Bierce, M.C. GYN. "Ring the bell Paul, it's beginning to hurt."
It started to feel like a tampon that was shoved in too deep. Only the vibrator didn't have a safety string.
"Yes, can I help you?"
The man at the door I took for Dr. Bierce. He was younger than I had expected. About 30 or so. He wasn't bad looking either.
"I'm Dr. Coolidge. Addy Bennett sent us." Paul said.
"Oh, come right in," he answered. "I'm Dr. Bierce. What seems to be the problem?"
"Well, it's rather delicate. My wife has an object in her vagina."
"Hmmmmmm, would you wait here, Mr. er, Doctor Coolidge?"
"Certainly, Doctor, This is my wife Celeste."
"How do you do," I said blushing.
"Come into my examining room, Mrs. Coolidge, while I get my bag. Take your clothes off too, please."
I followed him in as Paul took a seat in his outer room. It was a converted living room, now serving as an outer office.
"Now, please lie down on the table and place your legs in the stirrups."
"So, you know Addy," he said slipping on his plastic gloves.
"Oh yes, we're neighbors."
"New here?" he asked.
"Just a month or so."
"Seems to be some kind of plastic. Pretty deep. Take a breath and hold it while I use my forceps."
I could feel his fingers probing deep within me. He reached for an odd looking scissor-type thing which I took for his forceps.
"Now, this will only hurt a minute."
"Thloooosh."
The vibrator was yanked out with one pull. It was covered with cum and blood. I looked at it as Dr. Bierce held it up in the air. I was never so embarrassed.
"A vibrator," he said, astonished.
"Well, doctor, you see...."
"There's really no need to be embarrassed. Nothing unusual about a vibrator. I get women in here every day with something or other stuck up their vaginas. You wouldn't believe some of them. Wine bottles, cucumbers, tampax, broom handles, candles, all sorts of things. Why, about a week ago, a woman came in with a screwdriver."
I blushed furiously, not knowing what to say in reply to his statements.
"This is my first vibrator, though, I'll have to admit. I can see why you're good friends with Addy and Jerry."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Lie back again while I probe to see if there's any damage," he said, avoiding my question. "Did Addy tell you anything special about me?"
"Why no," I replied.
"Well, there's no need to worry about anything, all my patients' ills are top secret. Nothing ever leaves this house. So, don't worry about my saying anything to anyone. Discretion is the word."
"Oh, thank you doctor, you don't know how relieved I am to hear that. I was afraid an ugly rumor would start and that the school would find out."
"You teach at Lane too?" he asked.
"No. I'm an R.N. I run the clinic."
"Well, next time you and your husband decide to experiment sexually, be a little more careful," he said, half scolding me.
"Oh, we will Doctor."
"No damaged tissue. You're lucky. You can get dressed now."
"Thank you again, Doctor. I'm so grateful, I could kiss you."
"Just professional courtesy."
I sat up and kissed him on the cheek to show my gratitude.
"Oh, thank you again Doctor, I gushed. May I call you Michael?"
"Certainly! Since you seem to be such close friends with the Bennetts, I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you," he added with a smile.
I was puzzled for a moment. I wasn't quite sure as to exactly what he meant by that. Was he by any chance referring to our night time activities? I wondered.
"Do you by any chance know Tyrone and Babs Thompson?" I asked him to confirm my suspicions.
"Oh yes, Babs' a frequent patient of mine also."
"Michael," I said, finally understanding, "are you one of the 'group'?"
"You and Paul must be the new ones," he answered smiling. "Welcome," he said, bending over to return my kiss.
I was surprised. It turned out Doctor Bierce was one of the swingers Addy had mentioned. What great luck, I thought to myself. Now, I had another doctor. One who specialized in women's complaints.
"Why not call Paul in and we'll surprise him," he said.
"Paul, come on in," I called.
"Is it over? How is she, Doc?"
"No need to worry, everything's under control."
Paul saw the vibrator dangling from his forceps and he started blushing.
"No need to explain," Dr. Bierce said. "It looks like a useful tool."
"Paul, Doctor Bierce is one of Jerry and Addy's close friends."
"You mean....?" Paul gasped.
That's right, he said, just one of the family."
"Put her there Doctor," Paul said, extending his hand.
"Remember, if either of you need anything, just feel free to come on over. That's what friends are for," he said, shaking Paul's hand.
"Doct....uh, I mean, Michael, shall we get together sometime soon, for an intimate little gathering. We'd sure like to thank you more cordially."
We all smiled at my reference to our obvious hobby. It was good to know that there were more people like us around. Dr. Bierce, was a very welcome addition to any group.
"Well, my schedule is really tied up, but I think one of these nights we'll all be getting together. After all, Grantsville isn't the biggest town in the world."
"How much do I owe you?" Paul asked.
"Forget it. It's on the house this time," he answered.
"Thanks a lot," Paul said.
"It's always good to meet a new doctor and a couple like you two," he replied smiling.
On the way home, I told Paul how I had discovered his secret. It was when he mentioned the Thompsons that I knew. We agreed that Dr. Bierce was really a great guy.
"Hey, I'll get jealous," Paul said.
"Oh sweetie, I only meant he's sexy, but not as sexy as you."
"Wait till we get home," Paul said.
"No more vibrator?"
"Nope, just my good, huge, ever-fuckin' prick."
"I can't wait!" I said hornily sinking back in the seat.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day, I simply couldn't look forward to taking temps and doling out aspirins, so I stayed in bed. I called in to school to say I was sick. I was too sore and tired from last night to cope with the kids in school.
I puttered around the house till about noon. It was really a beautiful day outside. I figured I'd go out in the back yard and sun bathe, as there was a real hot sun out.
Our back yard is fairly private. It is surrounded by a high picket fence. I figured there was no way for anyone to see in from any side.
I got a blanket and sun glasses and stripped down to a bra and panties I was absolutely certain I wouldn't be disturbed.
Oh, it felt so good! The sun bathed my body completely. It was so beautiful. It was better than I thought. So I slipped off my bra and panties and decided I'd get a complete tan. I'd surprise Paul with a golden brown body.
It was so beautiful and warm. I stretched my body and sprawled across the length of the blanket. I couldn't resist playing with myself. My cunny was so hot. I figured I'd just let my fingers slide in and out. It was delightful.
Suddenly, I felt a presence observing me. I couldn't be sure, but I had the distinct feeling, somebody was near me. The sun was so bright it was hard to see anything.
I started to get up, but I was then thrown back onto the ground. A shadow quickly blotted out the sun. I looked up into the face of a surly looking man. I'd never seen him before.
"Who are you?" I screamed, trying to cover my nakedness with the blanket.
"Shut your goddam mouth," came the harsh guttural reply.
"How dare you," I said, insulted. "Get out of here, immediately."
"You ain't in no position to give anybody orders lady," came the reply.
I started to get up to run towards the house. Two large, burly hands seized me again and threw me back onto the ground. The blanket fell off of me again, revealing my sun baked nakedness.
"I'll scream," I threatened.
"Go ahead lady, ain't nobody around."
"What do you want?" I asked him, knowing full well what he was staring at.
He towered over me, his arms at his sides. He was a massive man. A good 6 foot 2 inches tall. He was well built, almost solid hulk. He looked like a fighter, who hadn't shaved in a week. He also had a massive belly, the kind you get from beer drinking. IA very uncouth person, from my point of view.
"My name's Bill," he towered. "I'm the garbage man."
"The garbage is out front. Just what the hell are you doing out back here?!!"
"I came to talk about the garbage billing, each month."
Gaining control of myself, I quickly put the blanket around my nude body. I looked up at him, projecting my "professional" authority. "I'm going to get dressed. Do you mind?"
"Yup," he smiled.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, frightened again.
After all, he just might not be this Bill fellow, but some killer or maniac. He might be lying. I was really scared. He wouldn't let me get up.
"I'm going to fuck you lady!" he said, commandingly.
I was frightened. I didn't know what to do. Not that the idea of this massive creature screwing didn't appeal to some of my instincts.
"Whaaaat? ... "
"Don't act so surprised, little lady. Might as well sit back and enjoy it. Nobody's going to come to your rescue. I had an accident in the war and everyone thinks I'm impotent. But not Bill. I fooled 'em. I can fuck up a storm. I spread that story to mislead everybody. That way I get all the cunt hereabouts. And not one complaint."
"You wouldn't dare," I whined.
I was secretly wanting it; but hell if I'd tell him. After all, me, Celeste Coolidge, fucking with a garbage collector! Wouldn't Addy be jealous. I started to rise, feigning fright.
He was on me in a flash. He simply fell on top of me. I lost my breath in a whoosh. I was pinned tight, at his mercy.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Just hold tight, lad y."
He grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my head. He took the blanket and tied them together. I'd never seen a knot like he could tie.
"Owww, that's tight!" I screamed.
"Serves you right, lady, lying out here naked, inflaming everyone's prick. Now you're really gonna get it."
He pushed my arms over my head. I saw his hand reach down towards my cunt. The next instant his grubby paw grabbed the lips of my pussy. His stubby fingers tweaked my unprotected clitty. He was like a bull in heat.
The smell emanating from him was overpowering. My senses started to reel. The hot sun didn't help any either.
"Get off of me, you ape, or I'll scream," I yelled at him.
I opened my mouth to yell as his other hand clamped down hard on top of it. I beat away helplessly with my blanket-tied hands on the brute's back. It was useless. It was like a fly fighting an elephant. But I knew, I couldn't just let him win. I had to keep up a pretense of resistance.
"Okay lady, now I'm mad."
He pulled on my clitty and the sudden pain brought tears to my eyes. His hand went to his zipper and with one downward motion his fly flew open. He whipped out his immense pecker and I could feel its grimy hardness pressing against my now tender cunny.
As his prick stood battering at my twat entrance, I began to fight him again, keeping up my pretense. It must have been the sudden blow across his eyes, for in the next second, he fell over sideways, his prick swinging limply in the air.
"You fucking cock teasing bitch," he screamed. "You do that again and you'll regret it."
I stumbled up and started to run towards the house. I tripped on the blanket and fell face forward, my legs flailing. He was on top of me again in a single bound.
"Okay, housewife cunt, now you'll pay," he grunted.
He straddled my ass and forced my legs apart. Dropping between them on his knees, his hand pushed my head into the grass.
"Let me up," I screamed.
The heat was beginning to build up in the fuck-hole between my thighs. The thought of this beast taking me by force got me horny. My cunt was already wet.
"Now cunt, take yours."
He thrust his fuck-pole forward between my legs. The head of his burly dong found my cum flooding twat. He strained to push his pecker into me.
"Eeeeeeh," I screamed, as his enormous prick ripped my hole apart.
"Slower, it hurts," I gasped.
My cunt wasn't wet enough yet, and from the angle he was fucking me, it hurt. If only the bastard would have taken a few minutes out for foreplay. But no, all the cock knew was rip, fuck and cum.
"Take it easy," I moaned, as he pushed deeper.
"Fuck you lady. Nobody tells Bill how to fuck. Least of all some prick starved housewife."
He had guessed. He knew I wasn't resisting hard enough. He saw through my facade of fear, and now he was paying me back. If I could only get my hands free. I'd rip his balls off.
Lunging forward, his massive pecker entered my tender cunny. It hurt like hell. And he was no tender fucker. He just lodged his cock and screwed away. He beat on my ass with his thighs, driving his prick home.
"You cock," I yelled up at him.
"So, the lady's lost her good taste. Well bitch, serves you right."
To illustrate, he pushed in deeper. My legs flew wider apart. I thought his ding-a-ling would rip me in half. I was getting excited and scared at the same time.
I started squeezing my cunt muscles together, trying to suck the cum out of his cock. I wanted the fucker to get off my ass.
"You're hurting me," I screamed, as the pain and heat began to build.
He just kept fucking up and down. His prick thrust in and out. He was oblivious to everything, but his own pleasure.
My ass went numb from the constant fucking. His cock slushed deep in and out of my slowly reddening pussy. The head of his prick rammed and lunged on my tender clitty. The pain began to subside. In its place a warm flush began to build. I was beginning to like the fuck this brute was giving me!
My own body was rebelling. I didn't want to enjoy this. I hated this animal. He didn't give a damn about my feelings. The last thing I wanted him to know was that he gave me an orgasm.
"How's that feel, cunt? Like me to stick it in hard and fast?"
"You son of a bitch," I moaned.
"Yeah, my mother was a dog," he returned. "I hate you," I said, tears rolling down my eyes.
"You'll beg me for prick in a minute, cunt." He started fucking me again. His prick was like a weapon. It was a battering ram and my fuck-hole was the barrier. He rammed it in and out with a fury. His own lust was unquenchable. I began to moan from the pleasure. I was beginning to have an orgasm. He sensed this and increased his frenzied fuck tempo.
"No," I screamed. "NO!"
"Shut up, cunt, and enjoy it. I'm sure it's better than your snotty doctor husband gives you. You look like you need some variety."
If you only knew, I thought to myself. As if I didn't have enough.
I decided to give in before the brute damaged me. The pleasure was beginning to overwhelm me anyway.
"All right, you bastard!" I said. Go ahead. FUCK ME HARD. Prove you're a man. Let me have it."
His cunt appetite was up. He thrust in harder, his prick pounding inside of my crevice.
I started to go over at the same moment. My orgasm was upon me. It began to rush over me in waves. My cunt started to flood, with his hot sperm and my flooding pussy juices.
"Ooooooh," I moaned.
His breathing came fast and heavy in my ears. His wet body reeked of garbage. His perspiration dripped through his work clothes onto my tender flesh. His cum continued to flood my cunny. My pussy bush was drenched with hot sticky juices.
His prick finally drooped, the sperm sucked from his balls by my greedy cunt. He got off of me quickly and stood re-adjusting his clothes.
"Well cunt, how'd you like that. Bill is pretty good for an uneducated garbage man. Next time it will be a lot easier. You not struggle too much. Don't get no ideas about saying anything. Bill's got nothing to lose. In this town you'll be the big loser."
"What about the garbage," I said.
"Don't worry, I'll pick it up. I'll be back at the end of the month with the bill. See you again, cunt."
With that he walked off. I was so stunned, I didn't know what to do. I got up and ran into the house. I managed to untie the knot and free my hands. I was badly shaken, although I have to admit I rather enjoyed being ravaged by that animal of a man.
I wasn't sure what to do. I want in and decided to take a shower. Thank God I was on the pill! I couldn't decide whether to call Paul or not. I decided against it. No sense in getting him upset about a bad scene like this. Paul would just rush home here and start to look for the bastard. Knowing Paul, I didn't want any violence. That Bill was a pretty big fellow.
But, I was still very shaken. I knew I had to call someone. Of course, I thought, I'll call Michael. He'd come right over. His being a doctor would be real helpful, too. Maybe he'd bring some tranquilizers or something else to calm me down.
Let me see, he was coming for dinner with his fiancee. I don't think he'd mind dropping by a bit early. All I needed was some comfort. I felt pretty queasy.
''Hello, Dr. Bierce's office," a young woman's voice answered.
"I'd like to speak to Dr. Bierce, please," I said. "It's rather important."
"Who shall I say is calling?" came the pleasant reply.
"Mrs. Paul Coolidge."
"Oh, Mrs. Coolidge, I'm Dr. Bierce's receptionist, Marylee Jackson. He's told me all about you. If you'll just hold on, I'll put him right on the phone."
"Hello!"
"Michael, this is Celeste, please come right over," I said, with an urgency in my voice.
"What's the trouble," he asked.
"Oh Michael, I said melodramatically, I've just been raped by the garbage collector."
"I'll be right over."
I wasn't really as shook up as I sounded, but I figured what better excuse than this to see my second handsome doctor again. I'm sure his friendly receptionist wouldn't mind if I just borrowed him for a few minutes.
The doorbell rang ten minutes later and I instinctively knew it was him. I hurried to answer it. Quickly, slipping on my robe and messing up my hair, I looked the perfect picture of the housewife, brutally raped.
"Michael?" I called.
"Mrs. Coolidge, Celeste, open up."
"Oh Michael, I said, pretending relief. I'm so glad to see you. You don't have any idea how horrible it was. I'm glad you are here. I feel better already."
I rushed forward and threw my arms around his neck, slowly letting his strong manly arms hold me up. I began to sob with a maiden's pretense.
"Oh Michael, it was awful," I cried.
"Have you called the police?" he asked me.
"Oh no, I blurted horrified, it would be scandalous. Why, I'd be fired from the school and Paul would be put in a very embarrassing position. There would be ugly rumors and a big fuss. I just couldn't do it Michael."
"Aren't you worried he'll come back?"
"I don't think he'd try it again," I said, lying. "What do you mean?"
"Well, the circumstances were unique and it was partly my fault."
I told him the story and about my sunbathing nude. I left out the part about my enjoying my cunt fucking. I played Bill for a real brute. I wanted Michael's sympathy.
"You won't tell Paul?" I asked him. "He'd get all upset and riled up."
"No, not if you request it, you know, the old professional courtesy."
"Oh thank you, Michael," I gushed.
"Well as long as I'm here, let's give you a vaginal examination and check the tissues."
"All right! I said, in anticipation of his tender fingers. In here?" I asked, throwing open my robe.
"No, let's go into the bedroom," he answered, staring all the while at my naked curves.
We walked into the bedroom and I took my robe off, revealing my luscious, naked body. Michael started to take off his jacket and to undo the strap on his bag.
"Shall I lay on the bed?" I asked, with my usual feigned innocence.
"Yes, just lie back and open your legs wide."
"Certainly Doctor," I said, with a smile.
"You needn't be so happy about it either," he said, chidingly.
"Of course not Doctor," I said with mild sarcasm, "but after all, it isn't every day a girl gets raped and then examined by a handsome doctor."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoyed being raped."
"Why Doctor," I said, smiling, "not little old me.
"Well, just lie back while I examine you."
He was all seriousness now. He put on his rubber gloves and proceeded to poke around in my cum-filled cunt. His touch really excited me.
"Hmmmm, there's a little bit of torn tissue. I'll clean it with a little bit of cotton. Only take a minute. Hold still now."
"Ouch," I yelled, at a twinge of pain.
"All right, it's all over now," Michael said, cheerfully.
"Would you stick your fingers in a little deeper, I think it hurts near the back wall."
"Well...."
"Please," I said, half pleading.
The touch of his fingers was unbearable. They felt delicious. My cunny was tingling. That professional touch really turned me on.
"You have a very beautiful cunt, Celeste," he said, smiling at me.
"I like your touch Michael, please keep checking. And, please call me Ceecy."
He started to knead the inner lips with his fingers. With a slow, circular motion, he got me completely enflamed. My cunt started to shoot juices.
Pearly drops of cum dripped onto his fingers.
"Oh, look what I've done," I said, teasingly.
"Very beautiful," he said, his voice becoming huskier.
He continued delicately stroking my cunny. I was slowly losing control. He bent forward, as if to smell the delicious pussy odor emanating from between my legs.
I quickly swung my legs around his neck, pulling his face forward into my cunt. I squeezed my thighs tightly together. It was wonderful.
"Eat my cunt!" I yelled in a frenzy.
Michael lost no time in burying his face deeper into my cum-filled pussy. His tongue darted in and out soothing my boiling hot fuck-hole.
He used his tongue like a prick, thrusting into my hairy cunny and then lapping at my love juices like a puppy. His tongue played with my already swollen clitty.
I began to lose myself in the overwhelming sensations produced by Doctor Bierce's loving tongue. Michael was great when it came to cunt sucking. He was a damn good cunt lapper.
I began to writhe with passion, my cunt ached from the taste of cock. It started to hurt and I knew what that meant. I had an uncontrollable urge to piss.
"Michael," I cried out.
It was too late. I couldn't hold it back any longer. The warm yellow piss began to dribble out mixing with my cum onto Michael's tongue. I couldn't control it. A long thin stream of piss sprayed out onto Michael's face and hair. Michael opened his mouth and before I knew what was happening, he was drinking in mouthfuls of cum and piss.
"More!" he commanded.
"You like it?" I asked, surprised.
"Love it; taste's like nothing else in the world."
My precious little gash covered him with piss. Michael licked my cunt lips until they were dry of all moisture. He stabbed his tongue in. licking, sucking up my precious yellow wine, making me writhe in ecstasy.
"Fuck me, please Michael," I begged him. "I want to feel your beautiful hard prick between my cunt lips."
"Try this instead."
From his bag he pulled a long dummy prick. I looked at it in wonder.
"Is that...?"
"Yep. It's the vibrator you left at the office. I had it covered with special rubber. It's now a vibrating dildo, medically safe."
"Great," I said. "But, not up my cunt hole, this time. I've had enough problems with that thing. I want it deep in my shithole."
Complying immediately, he reached into his bag for some surgical jelly and started to cover the long thin instrument with globs of the oozy stuff.
I didn't want jelly on it. I wanted my own juices and his cum on it.
"Michael darling, wet with my cum and your spit."
He thrust it between my legs in my cunny covering it with dewy love juice and the yellow remnants of my piss.
"Lift up your legs, baby, for the ass fuck of your life."
I obeyed him instantly, feeling tingles of anticipation all over me. He thrust the large imitation cock into my tight asshole.
"Aggggghhh, oooooh," that thing really tore into me.
He flicked the button and the vibrator started to throb. Tremors went up my ass to my neck. It was like an electric enema. What a great sensation!
My cunt was steaming again. Michael started chewing on it; he nibbled slowly on my upright clitty. The vibrator was raging inside of my asshole.
"Fuck me now, Michael. I want two cocks inside me."
I grabbed at his balls popping out from under his pants as he stood up and undressed. I thumbed them like I would a rubber band. He loved it. His massive prick was a stiff engine, ready for its work of destruction. It was a manly fuck-pole. Tall and erect. A large vein encircled a flaming purple head.
I lay back and led him to my gaping fuck-hole. My ass twitched from the vibrator's bleating.
His prick came hurtling into my cunt.
"Oooooh," I shrieked.
The sensation overwhelmed me. A hot cock in my sweltering cunt hole and a vibrator up my ass. What more could a girl ask for?
My cunt was on fire. My ass, too, was flaming. If ever I needed a shooting prick, now was the time. That white sperm would be a real aid. As refreshing as a cool glass of iced tea on a hot day.
I reached down and grabbed Michael's balls. I wanted him to explode. I couldn't wait for the friction. Hell, any more friction and I'd bum up.
"Come on Michael, fuck me harder, kill my pussy. Yessss. Oh yes, that's it!!"
I started to cum like wildfire. My cunt juices flowed out of me in torrents. Another orgasm hit me again and I started to shake. My ass was still twitching from that vibrator stuck up it.
"I'm cuming," I yelled for all to hear. "OOOOOh, I'm CUMING!!"
I squeezed his balls harder. Either my hand or my sucking cunt did the trick. He exploded. His thick white sperm pumped into my sopping wet p We both lay still on the bed as the warm after-glow caressed us. Just then the telephone rang.
"Let it go to hell," Michael snarled.
"It could be Paul or even your office." I didn't want anyone to discover us together. After all I wouldn't want to ruin Michael's career for him. I disengaged myself from his hot body.
"Hello?"
"This is Marylee Jackson. Would you please tell Dr. Bierce that his patients are piling up here in the office."
I detected a slight note of suspicion in her honey coated voice. She probably knew just what was going on here. This couldn't have been Michael's first absence.
"Oh yes, I'll tell him," I said.
I hung up and went in to tell Michael. I wondered if Marylee really knew what we were doing.
"Michael, do you think Marylee suspects?"
"Sure, he replied casually. But don't fret, she's really with it."
I kissed him goodbye at the door and told him that I definitely wanted to see him again, as soon as was convenient.
"Don't take out the garbage tonight," he snickered.
"Don't worry, if I need to I'll call my doctor No. 2. He might want some ashes he wants hauled."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ceecy, wake up, darling, it's that time!"
"Oh Paul, I was having such a beautiful dream. Last night the Thompsons, the Bennetts, Dr. Bierce, you and I and scores of other people were all together in a fantastic sex orgy. It was so realistic! I could a actually feel you fucking me. I was just about to let loose with a real big cum when you woke me up.
"Well, it's time to face reality and go to work."
"That doesn't appeal to me in the least."
The thought of having to go and hold kiddies hands after a beautiful night of dreams was really a down. I could hardly drag myself out of bed.
"Darling, I don't want to go to school," I whined to Paul in a soft tone.
"I'm sorry baby, but you missed yesterday. Won't your principal get upset?"
"Mr. Bailey!!" I exclaimed. "He's a drag, but I guess you're right, he might get upset. I'd better get dressed."
I dressed and washed quickly and Paul drove me over to school. The students were just beginning to pile in at the first bell.
"See you tonight, sweetie," I said as I kissed Paul.
"Yeah, have an exciting day," he called, as he drove off.
"Exciting!" I thought to myself. Nothing exciting could happen here that would shock me. Unless, of course, I ran into somebody new in the employee's lounge or I got lost down a dark hallway somewhere.
The morning passed smoothly. By eleven o'clock I was so impatient to get to the lounge for a smoke, I felt like I couldn't last till the end.
The few remaining "sickies" shuffled out as the lunch bell rang. Two whole periods of freedom, I thought to myself. What a relief. I turned just as Monica came into the clinic.
"Mrs. Coolidge."
"Oh Monica, what can I do for you?"
"I need a pass to go to the doctor's. I really feel sick for some reason."
She didn't look very ill to me. I figured she was probably faking. But since we were so "close" now, I couldn't refuse to give her one.
"Here you go," I said, handing it to her.
"Thanks," she said sneering.
I shouldn't have really expected her to be grateful. After all, we were worlds apart. The only battleground we could possibly meet on was a sexual one. Oh well!
I decided I'd go to the employee's lounge. I was hoping Addy would be there. We could lock the door and have some fun.
I started down the hall.
"Ceecy!"
I turned sharply at the sound of my name.
"Oh, Hi Babs. Where are you off to?" I asked her, hoping against hope.
"I have a free period now. How about you?"
"Me too!" I replied enthusiastically. "Let's head for the lounge."
"Great," she answered.
We walked into the employee's lounge and found it, fortunately, deserted. Babs headed for the door marked-Women Employees Only.
"Be one minute, I have to change my napkin. It's that time of the month, you know."
"Oh sure," I responded.
The thought intrigued me. So Babs was having her period. I always wondered what it would be like to eat out a bloody cunt. Well, Celeste, my girl, I said to myself, this is your big chance.
"Agh, that was bloody," Babs said, as she came out of the john. "It's right at it's heaviest flow."
"Cramps?" I asked.
"No, just that goddam bleeding. It stains all my panties and sometimes drips."
I got up and put my arm around Babs, pretending to console her. I tried to appear as girlishly sweet as possible. She saw right through it. "You horny too?" she asked laughing.
"What are we waiting for," I replied. "I've been dying to get inside a cunt all morning long."
"Well, wait no longer, Babs' here."
Babs went over to lock the door while I started to take off my conservative clothes.
"No panties again," Babs said staring.
"Can't stand them," I replied.
"What about when you sit in front of your sick students. Can't they see up your legs at your pretty pussy?"
"Nope, I keep them crossed, and besides, it feels better that way. Now you take off your clothes, Babs, I want to see your naked loveliness. I want some of your black power."
Babs started to peel off her skirt and in a minute she was as naked as I was. What a sight. Ten minutes out of class, fifty feet from the principal's office, and here we were about to ball female style.
"Lie down on the couch," I commanded Babs. "I want to get in a few juicy licks on your blood gushing slit. Open your legs wide and close your eyes."
I could see a string dangling from her crack.
"Modess still in?" I asked.
"Yes, you want it out?"
"No, it's just as much fun to slowly lick it out with my teeth. I've heard that blood is nutritious."
"Like mother's milk," she replied.
I quickly jumped down onto the couch between Babs' outstretched legs. I threw my head forward, straight into the blackness of her hairy bush.
"Suck it," she screamed.
I started to lick and bite at her bloody gash with my mouth. My tongue caresses her firm brown outer twat lips. I was horny with lust. All morning I'd wanted to taste cunt. And now here was this fine brown piece of meat in front of me, just begging to be sucked.
"Mmmmmmm," I sighed in appreciation, as I licked at her pussy greedily.
"Tastes good, doesn't it kid?" Babs wiggled her ass on the couch and spread her thighs wider apart.
"Delicious," I said between mouthfuls of her curly black pussy hair.
Babs moved her lithe frame lusciously under my mouth. My tongue finally penetrated into the inner lips of her twat. That's when I felt the string of her modess. It excited me to think of Babs' period. It would be a new experience for me to taste her blood-filled pussy now.
With my teeth, I slowly pulled on the string, working her modess out of her bloody cunt. As it moved out and expanded, I lapped happily with my tongue at the blood and piss mixed on it. It tasted rather salty, but it was very palatable. Babs was at the peak of her period and was really bleeding heavily.
"Oooooooh," Babs moaned as the modess came slowly out of her lovely crotch.
"It feels like you just pulled all my insides out," she yelled.
I threw the bloody napkin onto the floor and then proceeded to bury my head back into Babs' drenched cunny. I licked her now erect clitty. It was a pinkish brown in color. The brown hue of her man in the boat and pussy lips aroused me greatly and made the spit start dripping from my lips. I was hungry and panting by now.
"Eat it!!" Babs yelled.
I pushed my tongue deeper in and lapped hungrily at her cunt. Her clitty grew more erect and started to pulsate. Then her lovely red gash began to ooze with cum.
"I'm cummmmmming...!" Babs panted.
Her body writhed in excitement as her cunny let loose with a flow of cum. Her pearly white cunt juice dripped onto my tongue. It mixed with the blood from her delectable period and filled my mouth with its salty taste.
"Lick me, suck me into your mouth!!"
I happily responded, sucking and licking at Babs' brownish lips until my appetite for cum juice was satisfied. Babs continued to moan as her muscle spasms lessened and her slim brown body relaxed to its normal state. She stretched out on the couch and looked up at me with a peaceful look on her face.
"Are you in shape enough for another cunt sucking?" I asked. "I'd really like it if you could eat me now, Babs."
"Why of course, Ceecy. Let's 69."
I got up from between her knees and quickly placed my cunny over her head. My own face again sought it's favorite place, the crack between Babs' smooth ebony thighs.
"Slurppppp."
We both started to suck at each other's cunt. My twat immediately became as juicy as Babs'. Her cum was still delicious even after the tongue fucking I had just given her.
The more I licked, the more her cunt juices flowed. Babs we certainly the productive type.
Just as my orgasm started to sweep over me, there was a knock at the door. We both froze in mid lick.
"Dammit, the door. Who in the hell...." I was pretty pissed to have to stop what we were doing, especially since I was getting so horny.
"Hey, open the door," called a voice.
We recognized the voice of one of the old teachers mumbling outside the door. Silently I cursed her for her rotten timing. Babs and I started to dress reluctantly.
"Hurry up in there! I have to use the ladies' room!"
I ran to the door as I tucked my blouse in. I clicked back the lock and the door was thrown open.
"What's going on in here?" the old biddy asked, eyeing Babs and myself. I guess we must have looked very suspicious. Babs and I were both flushed and our clothes were all dishevelled.
"Drop dead," Babs said, stalking out angrily.
You should have seen the look on that teacher's face!
The biddy was so shocked, I thought she'd shit right on the floor. She must have suspected some hanky-panky was going on, but we were supposed to be such nice young "respectable" employees! Little did she know.
Then I noticed the partially bloody modess still lying on the floor by the couch. Oh my God, this will really clinch it, I thought.
I started over to the couch, all the while talking to the suspicious teacher, hoping she wouldn't notice. I was just about to kick the modess out of view with my foot, when she saw what I was about to do and stammered.
"What....what's that?" She sounded horrified. She knew damn well what it was. Probably all sorts of wild ideas about Babs and I were now raging through her stuffy head.
"Oh nothing," I said nonchalantly, "probably just something the cleaning woman dropped from the trash bin."
"See you later," I said cheerfully, breezing out of the room. I left the old woman to her suspicious. There wasn't anything she could do. Besides she's the type that's too embarrassed even to report such "hanky-panky."
Once out in the hall, I took a deep breath, and looked around for Babs. She was nowhere to be seen, probably off brooding somewhere over the untimely interruption to our cunt sucking.
I'll have to admit that was pretty rotten. Especially for me. I was still horny. Oh well, I had some free time left, so I thought I'd head over to the doctor's office and see how Monica was doing. Who knows? There may even be a handsome doctor.
I walked over to the infirmary and opened the door to the reception room. I was surprised to find it empty. Even during lunch hour there's always someone on duty. Maybe Monica had planned something so she could be alone with the doctor. That horny little bitch! Well, I guess I'm not much different. Wasn't I here to pass some time with the doctor if he's groovy?
I had reservations about walking into the examination room, especially if Monica really was sick, and the doctor was the stuffy type. I decided to wait outside for a while and see what would happen.
Sitting down on one of the couches, I picked up a magazine and began leafing through it. I couldn't keep my mind on what I was doing, too many things were running through my head. If only I wasn't so damn curious about what was going on behind those closed doors!
I put the magazine down and listened. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then, I thought I heard something. If I wasn't mistaken, it sounded like a moan or groan of some sort. Was Monica really in pain?
I listened again. This time, I distinctly heard a moan coming from the other side of the closed door, but it sure didn't sound like Monica. It was deep like a man's voice. The doctor, maybe? What in the world was going on?
Curiosity got the better of me and I tiptoed quietly to the door of the examining room. I decided to walk in as if I were looking for the nurse.
My heart was pounding. What if Monica's being "ill" was just a pretense to have some fun with the doctor?
Here goes nothing, I thought. I swung open the door. Part of the room was curtained off. That was where the examining table was and where the groans could still be heard. They must not have heard me come in or else they were too engrossed in what they were doing to notice.
I walked up closer to the curtain and peeked in. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself!
There was Monica kneeling on the floor with none other than Dr. Michael Bierce, enjoying the sucking his sweet young patient was giving his stiff cock.
Dr. Bierce?!! I guess he must be the school doctor. The principal had told me that they had a doctor on call, but that he only came around every six weeks or so. He didn't tell me the doctor's name, however. No wonder he knows Babs and Addy! Probably met them in the examination room. Michael Bierce was more of a swinger than I thought.
Suddenly I sneezed. The scene was too much for me. I sometimes have violent reactions like this when my system receives a violent shock, which it just did.
"What?!! Who....?" Dr. Bierce shouted. He turned a deep red and started stammering like crazy.
"What! ... Who? ... What's the meaning of this?"
I stepped into view. When he saw who it was, his face immediately took on a more relaxed expression. Then I saw him wink.
"I wanted to come by to see how Monica was and not finding anyone in the reception room, I came back here. I certainly didn't expect a scene like this! "
Michael didn't let on that he knew me and I played along with him. I guessed that he wanted to give Monica a little scare. I was all for it, especially after the bratty treatment she gave me earlier today.
"Well, Monica and also you, Doctor," I said sternly. "Isn't this slightly outside the line of professional duty? Especially you, young lady. I thought you were too "sick" to go to classes this morning. What about an explanation?"
Monica stood up. Her face was a deep purple color from embarrassment and fright.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Coolidge. I can't really give you an explanation or an excuse. I guess I just got a little carried away. Please don't report me."
"Well we'll see, young lady," I said stiffly. "As for you Dr. ...?"
"Bierce," he answered, stifling a laugh.
"As for you Dr. Bierce," I continued. "You should be entirely more careful about what you do with your patients. Something like this, if it ever got out. could cost you your medical career."
"Yes, you're completely right, Ceecy ... I mean Mrs. Coolidge...."
It was too late, he let the cat out of the bag, when he said my name. We both started laughing.
"Don't worry, Monica," I said. "I know Michael, he's my "other" doctor. We just wanted to teach you a lesson. I didn't like the way you treated me this morning in the hall."
"I guess I did act kind of bratty. I'm sorry."
"How long have you two been having these secret little rendezvous?"
"This is the second time," Michael answered. Monica came in a few weeks ago and before I knew it we both had our pants down and were fucking up a storm. That little girl is quite a seducer."
He's worse though," Monica defended herself. "He wanted me to take all my clothes off and go through a thorough examination when all I said I had was a sore throat."
"Well," Michael laughed, "you know how it is. Especially when the patient has such a beautiful body as Monica. The attraction was mutual."
"So you have a nice little thing going, right?"
I smiled. "You just get together and send the receptionist off for lunch."
"Right! Pretty clever," Michael said. "The only trouble is that Monica can't get excuses for illness every week without arousing suspicion. I'm thinking about writing a note to Mr. Bailey, requesting that Monica come in whenever I'm here, for special examinations. He's goo too stupid to think anything's wrong. Then there won't be any problem."
"You sure have it down to a science," I said.
I eyed Michael, then Monica. Michael had pulled his pants up when I had burst in, but he still had a hard-on. I could see his prick bursting out of his crotch.
All Monica had on to cover her luscious nakedness was a white examining robe that ties around the waist and opens at the sides. I looked through the opening in the material and saw her beautiful bare hips and titties.
I was horny and wanted to do something now. I looked up at the clock. We still had 50 minutes before lunch period was over. Why not, I thought.
"Hmmmmmm," I said, "couldn't we all get more comfortable together?"
Monica and Michael's eyes lit up.
"Sure," they both agreed.
I started taking my clothes off, the blood already beginning to pound through me. It didn't take much to get me excited. I was still worked up from earlier today with Babs in the employees lounge.
My titties were nice and hard when I pulled off my blouse. I stood naked, loving the feeling of the cool air on my skin. I turned around so Monica and Michael could look at me.
"Beautiful," Michael whispered.
"Oh, I want you to suck me so badly, Mrs. Coolidge," Monica whined. "Please, may I call you Ceecy?"
"Of course, baby, and I'd love to kiss your sweet girl cunny. Why don't you take that silly robe off and let me see your pretty naked body."
"Yes," she panted. "I love to be all nude and have other people look at me. I like to look at myself and touch myself and watch my nipples grow hard."
Monica took off the robe and got up on the table. She started fondling her titties till they stood up like little soldiers. Then she stuck her fingers in her precious cunny. What a beautiful young shapely body! I wanted to eat her up right then.
Michael was breathing harder, watching Monica's delving fingers slide deliciously in and out of her wet pussy. He unzipped his slacks and let them drop to the floor.
I turned and saw his scarlet-headed prick sniffing the air in front of him. He didn't wear any undershorts and his fuck-pole was jutting out from his balls, beautiful and hard. His massive, hairy chest heaved up and down as his breathing became more erotic. I knew from the look in his eyes he was really horny.
"Two beautiful cunts," he said under his breath. "This is too much."
I looked over at Monica who had placed her dainty feet in the stirrups of the examining table. Her legs were spread so wide now that I could see her wet slit between her gaping lips. She was still working her fingers into her crack. First two, then three eager fingers disappeared into her pink cunny. Her hips and tummy heaved with every thrust. Monica really knew how to play with herself.
"Ceecy ... Ooooooh ... come here and eat my pussy. Make me cum. Suck my little clitty and make me have an orgasm right here on the doctor's table."
I couldn't resist the beautiful young girl's pleading. I pushed my face down against her moist twat bush. The light growth of thick hair felt so silky and smooth against my cheeks. I breathed deeply of the honey and spice aroma waiting from her young cunt.
"You sweet precious baby," I soothed. "I'm going to nibble your darling clitty till it's so stiff and hot you'll beg me to stick something up your cunny. Then you'll turn over on your tummy and let me kiss and fuck your lovely pink asshole. I'm going to make you squirm with pleasure, darling girl."
"Oooooooh...." Monica began to pant and let out short whining noises.
She was already dying for my tongue on her hot little gash. I was going to make her beg me for it.
"Suck my cunt, now," she pleaded, "suck me, Ceecy!!!"
I leaned over and buried my head between her shapely white thighs.
"UMMMMMMMMmmmmmm," I said. "You taste so good, darling. I'm going to bury my tongue into your sweet cunt and taste your precious cunny honey."
"Yes, oh yes. Dig your tongue in deep. I want to feel it running over my twat lips. Eat my cunt. FUCK my pussy with your tongue."
Monica was working me into a frenzy with her words. My body was heaving just as much as hers. I wanted Michael to fuck me in the ass.
"Michael, please fuck my asshole. It felt so good the last time. Spit on your nice hard prick, so its all slippery and then let me feel it rip my tender ass apart. I love that. It's so brutal, but oh how nice."
I was leaning so far over the table with my head in Monica's pussy, that my fleshy asscheeks were already sticking out, in a perfect position to receive a nice hard cock.
"There's nothing I'd like more, Ceecy." I heard him spit on his palms and run his wet hands up and down the long thick shaft of his prick.
"Here it comes, baby."
Michael was standing right behind me, with his huge dong rubbing my ass, waving in the air. He grabbed me around the waist, pulling himself closer to me.
"Your prick feels so nice and warm against my asscheeks, Michael darling. Stick your prick in now. I want to feel it deep inside me."
I braced myself and tried spreading my legs to widen the deep crevice between my fleshy ass mounds. Michael's fingers worked into my crack, then his spit-wetted prick came hurtling in.
"Eieeeeeee!" I can never keep from screaming when a big prick finds its way into my ass. The first second is always a shock to my system. It felt like someone had just stuck a thick wooden night stick up my ass. No wonder I felt like a wanted to shit.
After a few thrusts in and out, it started feeling fantastic. Michael's balls were flapping against my asscheeks with each lunge. My muscles were contracting around his hot pecker, sucking it deep into me and squeezing the life out of it. Michael was groaning in appreciation.
The small room was filled with our assorted grunts and moans of pleasure. The atmosphere seemed to be charged with an electrifying sexual energy.
Michael was really working on me now. I felt as if I would let loose with a load of shit any second, but I held it in. Michael slammed his cock up my dainty shithole and I enjoyed every tingling sensation. I could feel the perspiration begin to collect on his lean muscular loins from the workout.
"Oh baby," he panted. "I want to shoot my load so bad! NOW! Anggggh ... ahhhh...!"
Michael was really straining now, pounding his prick fiercely into my crack, slapping his hard balls against my cheeks with each lunge. Suddenly his throbbing prick exploded inside me, shaking my bowels with its intensity. His hot, sticky cum, kept shooting out, bathing the walls of my asshole, cooling and soothing the fire that had built up.
"Yes, oh yes! You feel so nice inside me, Michael. Stay in for a while and cool me off some more. I like to feel your soft prick in my boiling asshole."
"Gladly," Michael breathed. He clutched me tighter around the waist and started nibbling on my asscheeks. It felt delectable and sent another wave of passion through me. I often think that I was born specially equipped for a good fuck. I thrive on fucking.
I started working on Monica's cunt, like a woman gone mad. Monica was almost passing out from the intensity of the tonguing I was giving her. When Michael shot his rocks, I gave her clitty such a hard love bite that the lovely girl writhed and moaned half in pain and half in heated frenzy.
"Oh suck, bite, eat me!!!" Monica wailed. "I want my pussy to be sopping wet and then completely eaten by your mouth. I want you to eat me, Ceecy. Suck my twat, Harder ... oh ... oh ... ahhh ... H-A-R-D-E-R"
I bit and sucked in every way I knew. I dug my tongue past her furry lips into her cunt gash, oozing with her love juices. It tasted so sweet. I drank her liquids into my mouth. I sucked her lovely pussy till it was flaming red. What passion was building up inside me!
Michael's cock was now limp inside me and it slowly slipped out of my ass crack. His cum began to trickle out from between my cheeks, wetting my lovely ass and dripping to the floor.
"Oh man," Michael sighed. "What a workout." I heard him sit down on one of the chairs with a sigh of exhaustion.
I was by no means finished with my lovely friend. How could I not be excited when I was buried between these lovely young thighs and was sucking such a beautiful yummy cunny? It's not often I get such a tender twat morsel, especially during my working hours.
"Monica darling, you're going to have such an orgasm for me, aren't you? Do it for Ceecy. I love to see you all hot and passionate, baby. It turns me on so much!!"
"Yes, yes, I want that so much!!" Monica was almost crying she was so horny by now.
"Roll over darling, and let me suck your precious little asshole."
"Anything, oh, anything you want, Ceecy."
She took her feet out of the stirrups and slowly turned over with her shapely white asscheeks popping into view. What a tasty morsel.
I fell onto the beautiful, rounded mounds, kissing and squeezing them. I nibbled on her lovely ass and tasted the salty sweetness of her skin.
"Slurp, slurp."
I wet my fingers and spreading her white mounds, wiggled them into the dainty crack. It certainly was tight. After all, she was only 17.
Monica wiggled and squirmed, but I held her down with my other hand.
"Doesn't this feel good, Monica? It'll feel even better in a minute. Then, maybe we can find something to put inside your poop hole. Wouldn't you like that?"
I turned and winked at Michael, who I noticed, had developed another beauty of a hard-on.
"Why don't you get out your special portable "cock" Michael, if you still have it. I want to give Monica a fuck she'll never forget."
"Oh, you mean that thing. Of course, I have it. I never travel without it."
"What are going to do to me? "Monica asked in a small voice. "Please don't hurt me."
"Of course not, dearest, you'll love this.
Why don't you roll over on your side so Michael can fuck you up your cunny at the same time. I think his prickie would like that."
Monica rolled over and waited with her eyes closed, for this fantastic sounding treatment. Michael had the beautiful pink, rubber-covered dildo in his hands. He had a big grin on his face and an even bigger hard-on to match. He really enjoyed this!
I took the dummy prick and ran it between Monica's legs, against her wet cunny.
"Oooooh, what is that?" she squealed. "It feels like a giant cock all nice and hard. Is that what you're going to put in me?"
"That's an imitation cock, darling, and it's going to feel so good inside you. I'm getting it all nice and wet from your sweet cunt juices."
I walked around to where Monica's ass was sticking out and gently eased the man-made cock between her full asscheeks. She eagerly swallowed it until the full 8 inches was buried in her asshole.
"My God! I feel like I'm being stuffed with a twelve foot pole." Monica was wiggling all over the table.
"Come on, Michael and pin her down from the other side."
Michael moved up to the table, his stiff cock leading the way.
"How'd you like another big prick in you, this time a real one?" Monica was near the edge of the examining table, so all Michael had to do was work his prick into her inviting juicy pussy.
Monica spread her legs when she saw Michael's prick approaching.
"From both ends," she squealed. "Oh yes! I want to be fucked this way. Give it to me good and hard!!"
Michael worked his prick through her pussy lips, plunging it down her slippery moist twat canal. She moaned and squealed from the sensation. I pulled the dummy prick out and lodged it back into her ass crack again and again, until her ass turned a bright pink and was thrashing back and forth on the table.
"Ooooooh," she squealed from the double fuck treatment. Michael kept up his vigorous fucking until Monica's entire body was flushed and moist with perspiration. She had her head thrown back from her shoulders with a contorted look of combined pain and pleasure on her face.
"Can't, I just can't take it much longer," she panted.
"It's too intense. My God, I'm gonna explode all over this fucking table."
Monica was really in a frenzy, thrashing back and forth, taking in the dummy prick and then Michael's cock with each thrust. Her muscles were all tense and contracted. It was obvious she was on the brink of a long tremendous orgasm.
I ran around to the front of the table and mounted it, placing my thighs on either side of her head. I wanted so much for her to suck my cunt now. It was really hot from watching Monica get fucked and I wanted her to eat my cunt during her orgasm.
I lowered my bushy twat down over her mouth until I felt her hot tongue dart through my pussy hair and around my stiff clitty, which was already hard and throbbing. I knew I'd probably cum with Monica if she sucked me a little more.
"Come on suck me, Monica. HARDER!! I want to have a cum right along with you." Just then Michael began to groan and from the look on his face, he was cracking his nuts.
Her body began to thrash wildly about on the table. Her teeth came down on my clit in her frenzy. I almost fainted from the pain. She locked her teeth over my clitty! But it soon was highly enjoyable and I was rocking with horny, passionate waves to match Monica's.
I clutched her head in my frenzy and pushed her mouth into my cunt. She slurped furiously at the juices pouring from my hot pussy. How wonderful it felt!
Michael still had his prick up Monica's thrashing pussy. He was all eyes, watching the two of us in the height of passion.
I closed my eyes as I seemed to be enveloped by intense pleasure. I let these feelings fill me until my muscles quietly ceased their spasms and I sat back, panting heavily.
Monica too, had stopped and was lying on her back now, a radiant look on her face.
"That fuck was indescribable," she sighed. "I feel so relaxed and peaceful now and so loving towards you both. Thanks for a fantastic screw!"
"Don't mention it," Michael said. "It wasn't so bad for me either."
"It beats an ordinary lunch hour any day," I said. I looked at my watch and saw it was time to go.
"We'd better hustle into our clothes, before we all get fucked," I said, "and I don't mean fucked the way we just did!"
We dressed hurriedly and I got back to the clinic just in time to receive the after lunch "sickies."
CHAPTER NINE
Time passes quickly, and I can't believe all these months have passed since we moved to Grantsville. So many things have happened in that time. We've made so many great friends.
I couldn't even begin to keep track of all the good times we've had together with Jerry and Addy, with the Thompsons, and of course, horny Dr. Bierce. And that weird episode with Bill, the garbage man. And especially those great scenes in the classroom at school with Bobby, Jim and Monica. I found myself daydreaming about how much fun we'd all had and so I decided to throw a big, scrumptious party to get us all together for one massive celebration.
The kids from school have never been over and Michael and his fiancee have been expecting some kind of party. So, why not bring them all over here for a merry party, gang bang.
This new idea excited me. I began scurrying around the house and making preparations. I started to call people for tomorrow night.
It was set. The Bennetts, the Thompsons, Michael and Marylee, Monica, Jim and Bobby were all coming over. I wanted Bill to come, but I didn't know quite how to invite him. Oh well, what the hell.
When Paul came home, I told him about the party set for the next evening. He just smiled and laughed quietly. How could any normal healthy man or woman possibly refuse an evening of sexy fun?
"You mean another night of fucking?" he asked me.
"That's right," I replied.
"Well, I sure hope I can last through it," he teased.
"I know damn well you're just dying for a good fuck. You can't fool me. You're just as horny as ever."
"Are there going to be any young cunts?" he asked, his eyes lighting up in anticipation.
"You bet," I answered. "A real little beauty. You remember me telling you about that bombshell, Monica Brewster. She'll be here with two real big pricks, Bobby and Jim. You'll finally see why I got so steamed up in the clinic that time."
"I'm game for anything," Paul said, with a very prominent prick bulge in the front of his pants.
That day was a holiday from school and I was home all that day preparing the food. You name it, I cooked it. I cooked all kinds of goodies, from soup to nuts, the party would be one that wouldn't be forgotten soon.
I made sure there'd be plenty of booze on hand, knowing what liquor could do for a person's sexual appetite.
I wanted a handful of active, fucking people, enjoying themselves the way they should. Especially on such a great festivity such as this. After all, how many chances do I get to show off my-ah-cooking talents.
Not only did the food receive my special attention, but the atmosphere of the house had to be just perfect. I dimmed all the lights and placed candles at intervals, around the house. It looked as if the place was taking on the air of a mysterious whorehouse.
Gathering all the pillows I could find, I scattered them around the floors and couches until there wasn't an uncushioned seat in the house. Everything was tantalizingly comfortable and inviting.
I started letting loose in a frenzy of excitement. What started out to be a somewhat ordinary get-together party was turning into a pre-planned orgy. I flew around the house drinking from a bottle of bourbon I had just opened. I decided tonight I'd be a giddy hostess. I felt like an Arabian princess in a harem waiting for my sheik in the shadowy lit rooms of the house.
All I needed now, I thought, to make things complete is a little incense and some bowls overflowing with fruit.
Everything done, I sank back on one of the couches, trying to decide what outfit would be most seductive for tonight. I also had to take into consideration, which outfit would slip off the easiest.
I knew the perfect dress to wear, the misty green, floor length chiffon, Paul had brought back from his trip to Paris once when he had to attend a medical conference. It was an imported Parisian original.
A beautiful gown, sheer and flowing, completely open to the waist. My titties hung free and full, lightly covered by the transparent soft material. How delicious, I thought to myself.
I got excited just thinking of what that dress does to and for me. I look like an ancient Grecian Goddess in it, with a glistening expanse of naked skin revealed from my neck to my navel.
You could also see my hips and the tip of my pussy, peeking through the sheer fabric. I know it drove Paul crazy whenever I wear it. Yes, it was the perfect thing for tonight. I knew it would drive them crazy. All those leering and drooling men. What more could a girl possibly want?
Paul came home from a meeting with Dr. Birchley and found me stretched out luxuriously in our sunken bath. It was bubbling over with scented oils and bubble bath.
"It smells terrific in here," he said, sniffing the steaming air.
"You like it?" I asked.
"It's great. And you look even yummier, honey pet, than you usually do."
Paul drove his hands into the warm water until he found his mark, my soapy cunny. "Beautiful," he whispered into my ear.
He ran his hand down from my pussy over my smooth thighs and calves. They were deliciously slippery from the bubble bath and the water.
"Oh, Paul, tweak my clitty please!" I whimpered. "Slip your fingers in and finger fuck me. I want to have a cum right here in the water." The water started to overflow onto the floor as Paul's searching, active fingers made me squirm and thrash about in the water.
My cunny was happily eating up his cum soaked oily fingers. I loved the way he dug his fingernails in and scraped the sides of my cunt. Oh, what a nice twitchy boiling feeling he could create in my twat.
"Come in with me baby, please?" I coaxed Paul, tugging on his shirt sleeve.
"But doll, there's no room."
"I want to cum real bad Paul, but I want you to hold me in your lap and finger me good and hard, from behind. Get in and play with my ass."
"OK kid, if you insist, anything to please the little lady of the house."
"I just love to have you fondle my pussy. It always gets me so sexy hot. Finger-fuck me, Paul." Paul stripped off his clothes. I had him turn around in front of me, so I could get a better look at his beautiful hard prick. I also wanted to see his strong arched back and his juicy tight asscheeks. Paul was still quite a piece of man. That's probably why I married him.
"It's your ass I love so much darling," I said. "You look like a picture of Mr. America, without the bulging muscles, with those big broad shoulders and gorgeous tiny hard asscheeks. Come here and let me nibble on them for a minute."
Paul got down on his knees with his suntanned ass facing me. He had such an even tan-no bathing suit marks at all. That came from our custom of swimming out in the country where we could run around nude and fuck in the grass whenever we wanted to. Nobody ever bothered us.
"Oh you beautiful thing," I squealed.
I kissed his hairy asshole and nibbled the fleshy mounds till there were little bite marks all over it.
Paul loved that. His prick was pointing out so far by now that it looked like a shelf you could store things on. His balls just swayed in tune to my nibbling.
He squeezed into the tub and placed me on his lap, so that my cunny was touching his hot steel cock and his balls.
"Oh man! This is the way to relax sore muscles. Nothing like taking a bath with a pink little ass and a soft little pussy rubbing my pecker."
He ran his hands down my back and massaged my tender asshole. He had to hold me down because I wiggled so much from the sensations.
"Feel me all over, Paul. Pinch my nipples till they're good and hard. Fondle my clitty till it begs to be fucked. Make it feel good. Make me want to screw and fuck!"
He clutched me tightly against his chest and prick. He groped hungrily over every curve of my body. His hands lingered on my full titties, cupping the round masses in his hands and squeezing the titties in his hands. Paul was really teasing me.
My tits stood up big and hard. My nipples were pointing straight out, erect as a young prick. I just had to suck on one, so I lifted one into my mouth and bit down. My cunt loved this. It came alive and made me juicy and warm. It was delightful.
Paul's searching hands found my tender asshole next. I felt two of his fingers slip in and twist around deep inside. His other hand reached around and started to work on my now flooding pussy.
Up went three of his fingers into my precious dark screw box. They massaged and pinched my lips and clitty till they were drenched with my pearly cum juice.
"Oh nice, what a groovy feeling," I panted.
"Let's fuck in the tub, baby."
"Can we?" I asked.
"Sure, just hold on."
We didn't have much rearranging to do, as I was already sitting on Paul's lap, practically crushing his stiff prick. He simply lifted me up and settled me down nice and easy onto his stiff pecker.
"Eeeeeeegghh!" I moaned.
Did that prick ever feel good! Wowie! And it felt all the more terrific with bath water swishing all over my ass and inside of my twat. I felt like I had been lowered onto a big thick baloney, the way it spread the lips and walls of my pussy apart.
I loved fucking this way. His prick was really deep inside of me and all that pressure from me sitting on his lap made it sink in even deeper than it was.
"Play with my clitty, Paul. It wants you to pick it and rub it, until it stands up nice and stiff. I want you to tweak it until my cunny is flooding wet and hot. Then, I want you to work your lovely hard fuck-pole in and out and twist me around on it until I have a great big cum."
Paul was getting terribly excited from my coaxing. He rubbed around and around on my soft belly and then squeezed the skin of my pink ass through his fingers. He wanted to eat my whole body, my skin being so soft and juicy. It was shimmering now from the bath water.
"Oh yes, bite me, Paul," I moaned. "Chew me up."
He sank his teeth into my neck and back and worked his way down to my ass, leaving little stinging sensations. Then he reached his hands around my soft belly and fingered my clitty. He pinched, twisted and tickled it till it stood up full and rigid.
I was burning up by now. Full of lust and passion. I wanted him to fuck me now with his massive prick. I could feel it growing so huge inside me, throbbing against my wet pussy, pushing against the walls.
I wiggled my ass against his belly and cupped his hairy balls in my hand.
"Give me your prick, Paul," I screamed. "I want to cum!"
With that, Paul shoved his dong up my cunt to the hilt. I let out a yell from the pain and the sudden let down of juices.
I was all slippery wet inside and I could feel his dick slide easily in and up and down.
"More, Paul, make me feel it."
We were really crammed together in that tight bathtub. Every one of my moves took Paul's pecker for a gallop. We could fuck really well this way, though, Paul simply lifted his ass up from the tub floor and let it smack down again. It felt fantastic, he could push his cock so very deep inside of me that I began to scream:
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Paul! Harder!"
He did. He pounded my twat with his massive cock shaft. It felt slippery and hot going through my cunny lips and sliding down my fuck-hole. I was thrashing and squirming so frantically now from the tingling sensations running through me, that the water was pouring out of the bathtub and onto the floor. What a sight we were!
But then who gave a damn about the water. We were both lost in the pleasure from our fucking and from the hot sensations of our skin rubbing together.
"Oh, I'm going to have a cum!" I screamed. Paul's cock was pounding fiercely now, ready to shoot off any second.
I wiggled my ass to lodge his prick more tightly in me.
That extra movement set him off. Paul exploded his sperm inside me as my whole body responded in waves of muscle contraction.
Oh! What a feeling, his cock spurting sperm, drenching and cooling the furnace in my cunny!
We sat back in the tub, relaxing from the workout and panting heavily. It was nice to have the water over our bodies, cooling us. If I hadn't suddenly remembered our guests for tonight, we might both have fallen asleep in the bath. We were stuck together in a tight cunt-to-prick embrace.
"My God!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the tub, almost ripping Paul's cock off in the process.
"We have friends coming over tonight. I'd like to at least have things ready for them before we start in on any more sexy fun."
"Hey, I almost forgot," Paul said. "You did such a good job of distracting me, wiggling your ass around and begging me to fuck in the tub with you. But anyway, what should I wear tonight to the party?"
"Well, I'm wearing that slinky thing you brought back from Paris. So why don't we make it a real Orgy and you wear your sexiest suit?"
Just before Paul slipped into the sexy host robe I had bought him, I naturally had to suck his cock and drink some cum juice before the evening started. I was as horny as hell. I just yearned to be sucked and bitten and fucked a thousand times by the studs that would be at my party.
The doorbell rang and Paul went to the door while I slipped into my Paris gown. Everything else was ready, the food cooked to perfection, the candles lit, booze chilled, fruit in baskets, pillows scattered about, and the incense filling the room with its mysterious scent.
I walked into the living room to find Paul greeting Dr. Bierce and his fiancee, Marylee. From the looks on their faces, they were completely stunned. They had expected a somewhat ordinary party, with the usual social tidbits and entertainment. The sight of Paul in nothing but a Grecian robe, combined with the sensuous darkness of the room, sent their heads reeling.
"Good Lord," Michael whispered under his breath. "This is amazing. Looks like Marylee and I wore the wrong clothes, or should I say, too many clothes."
"Don't worry," Paul laughed. "Things will work out as the night goes on."
I glided over to meet them, walking slowly, knowing that my ripe titty mounds were clearly visible under my gown.
"Hi, I said, you must be Marylee Jackson, Michael's fiancee. I spoke to you on the phone."
Marylee nodded hello, but was completely distracted by my hanging titties.
She looked slightly uncomfortable in her clothes, even though she wore a micro-mini tight-fitting dress. I decided to wait a little longer for her to have some booze to reach her head before I would coax her into the bathroom and strip her down.
The doorbell rang again and in walked Addy and Jerry. There was no need for Paul and I to get up, the Bennetts and Thompsons were perfectly at home here.
They reacted in the same surprised and pleased manner as Michael and Marylee to the scene before them.
"Holy Mackerel!" came the boisterous approval from Ty. "This sure isn't going to be a stuffy old dinner party. I knew you'd have something up your sleeve, Ceecy."
I introduced Marylee to the Thompsons and Bennetts and enjoyed watching their faces light up when they saw what a sexy bomb-shell she was. It was sure going to be a hot, fuck session tonight. I hoped Marylee knew what she was getting into.
I didn't know when Monica, Bobby and Jim would arrive, so I brought out the food and placed it on the low table in the middle of the living room. We ate and drank heartily of the delicious foods and cold drinks.
After awhile, the food, booze and atmosphere started working on our heads, especially the alcohol, which raced through my blood. I wanted to strip my gown off and roll around on the rug naked, but decided to wait and let my passion build up.
Ty, Michael and Jerry had been peeling articles of clothing off during the entire time that they ate, until they were just in slacks. Their shirts, belts and shoes were thrown in the corner. They were enjoying themselves immensely, laughing, and fondling the nearest piece of female tit or cunt.
Marylee rolled over to where I was lying sprawled against Paul and told me she wanted to use the bathroom. I got up to show her where it was.
As we made our way to the bathroom, we stumbled over several bodies fucking on the rug.
"This is really wild," squealed Marylee. "Do you always have parties like this?"
"We try, but they're not always quite this good."
I turned the light on in the bathroom and closed the door behind us. I wanted to stay in with Marylee and watch her piss. I hoped she wouldn't be nervous. I wasn't too sure if she had had any experiences with women before.
Marylee didn't seem to mind me being there at all. Either she was too full of booze to care or else she was used to scenes like this.
"How old are you, honey?" She pulled her panties down and sat down on the john.
"Just turned 21. Oooooo! It feels so nice and cool on the seat. I really have to go after drinking all that liquor."
I watched fascinated, as she wiggled the plump cheeks of her cute little ass on the seat. She had her dress up to her waist, so I could see every luscious part of her, her small waist, darling little belly button, soft as silk, and a beautiful delicate pair of cunt lips, covered by silky chestnut-brown hairs.
The hot yellow piss was pouring out between her soft parted lips, drenching some of her curly pussy hairs.
"Oooooooh," she squealed again. "My piss feels so nice and warm. I've always wondered what it would taste like."
She looked up at me, her grey eyes twinkling mischievously. She must have felt a little shy because she quickly looked away, a deep flush coming over her face.
"Why don't you let me taste your piss and I'll let you know what it's like." My heart was pounding with excitement. "Then if it's nice, I can let you taste my piss."
Marylee acted like a shy little girl. I could tell she really wanted me to, but was just afraid to make the first move.
"Come on honey," I coaxed, "let me lick your pretty cunt lips and pussy hair, so you can feel how nice it is."
I kneeled down in front of Marylee's open legs and stared at her fluffy pussy hair covering her pink twat lips. I ran my eager fingers up her sexy thighs and began to stroke her brown hairs. Marylee's breathing was getting heavier. "Ohhhh, yes, that does feel nice, Ceecy. Suck me more."
Her cunt was already wet from her pissing and my sucking. Her lips gaped open invitingly. I saw her clitty sticking up so perky and tender, just aching to be bitten.
"Oh darling," I sighed. I buried my head between her thighs, pressing my drooling lips to her wide open cunt. I planted kisses all over the wet pussy and sucked the cum now flowing from her frothing twat lips.
She had had a tremendous cum and she wanted to suck me off, but just then I heard the doorbell.
"Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes before we go in."
Marylee was raring to go again and had her dress and stockings off in a jiffy.
"This is really a blast," she giggled again, as she trotted off to the living room. I followed close behind, eyeing her swinging asscheeks. I'd get to those later.
The sight that met us as we stepped into the dimly lit room was enough to make anybody's eyes pop. When we left a brief 10 minutes ago, the guests were lounging around, quietly enjoying the food and liquor. Many things had transpired in the short period we were gone.
The rug was now covered with a mass of writhing bodies strewn around in various and sundry positions of sexual ecstasy. In the dim light, I could see their sleek bodies molded together, not one with a stitch of clothing on.
What a wild scene! It could easily have passed for an insane version of an Orgy.
I tried to make out in die dim light, exactly who was with whom and where I could jump in for some fun. Well, at least I knew the three kids had made it. There was Monica, in the comer with my Paul's hands all over her lush titties and ass. Paul sure had found his playmate for the night.
Monica was squirming like crazy as Paul pinned her belly down to the rug with his massive hands and gave her cute pink ass a smack with a free hand. Boy, I could tell he really dug this type of sex play, either with a belt or the palm of his big burly hand.
Monica let out a little ouch of protest, but then begged him for more, in a whinny voice.
"Smack my ass again, Paul, please. It makes me hot all over and makes my cunt dripping wet."
Paul came down again right on her fleshy ass mounds, leaving a big red hand print.
"Fuck me hard now, Paul," she screamed. "I want to feel your nice big prick going deep inside my pussy."
Monica rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide in anticipation of Paul's enormous cock. Paul stood over her slender body, rubbing his prick through his hands until it was large and stiff. Monica watched wide-eyed as he fondled his dong, jutting out from his hairy balls.
I wanted to rush over and suck his big balls dangling under his beautiful fuck-pole, but held back instead to watch him give Monica a fucking.
Monica raised her legs up to her shoulders, her cunt now wide open, ready for my husband's prick to push into. I could see from where I was standing that her pussy was already frothing, probably from the smacking Paul gave her little ass.
Paul's cock was now at her fuck-hole, perched there ready to lunge in. Suddenly he slammed it down her slippery cunt passage. Monica gave a shriek of joy as Paul's giant prick shivered inside her blazing cunt. He swept his dong in and out frantically, sending great shivers through Monica's young naked body.
Monica was moaning and whining now with each muscle contraction and pump from Paul's hot cock. I knew she was about to have a real tremendous orgasm. Paul knew too. He started fucking her cunt like a man gone mad. His face was twisted fiercely from his effort. Monica squeezed her legs around his back, trying to push his prick in further. He was driving her wild.
The next instant her body exploded and her legs shot out violently, as her ass pounded up and down in rhythm to Paul's frantic plunges with his hard, fiery cock.
Monica was moaning softly as Paul's spurting prick drenched her soft wet cunt with floods of his sperm.
Out from a mass of bodies came a dark shadowy figure. It was Ty Thompson, totally and beautifully naked. The candlelight flickered over his body, rippling with sweat drenched muscles. He walked over to where Paul still lay collapsed over Monica's body.
Ty must have been pretty horny, because his big brown prick was waving in front of him like a battering ram. Where was he going to stick it, I wondered. I could hear Marylee beside me, breathing more heavily and unevenly. She was watching too.
Ty kneeled down behind Paul and started playing with his asshole, buried in between his tight muscular asscheeks. When Paul felt Ty's tickling fingers, he perked up immediately, and got off of the well-fucked Monica.
Ty continued fondling Paul's ass as Paul knelt up and stuck his hard ass out into his face. Oh, that man wanted to be assfucked real bad, I could tell.
Ty licked Paul's asshole after spreading the cheeks wide open. I knew Ty was staring now at Paul's tightly puckered shithole. He reared up suddenly and plunged his prick deep into Paul's ass.
He began to fuck Paul's ass furiously. I enjoyed watching his huge cock pound in and out of Paul's asshole. It rammed viciously inside his asshole. Paul was doing all he could to keep from crying out in pain as Ty's steel hard prick ripped his skin apart.
Ty made a sudden fierce lunge against Paul's ass, his balls flapping against the hard cheeks. He was cuming now.
"Fuck," he yelled, "Fuck."
He exploded into Paul's ass with a fury. His hot sperm shot up the tight channel. Both Ty and Paul were moaning and making wild noises from the combined pain and pleasure of the fuck.
The smell of cunt and prick filled the room. Little moans and groans seemed to be escaping from every shadowy comer of the room.
I looked over to the big couch and saw Babs sprawled out, legs wide open, cunny eagerly moving up and down, swallowing Jim's thick prick. So, it looked like Jim had found a good fuck!
Babs' face was thrown back in ecstasy, loving the long slow fucking she was getting.
Jerry and handsome Michael Bierce were having their own fun nearby. Michael's cock was sliding in and out of Jerry's dripping hot lips. Jerry let his teeth scrape over the soft rubbery surface of Michael's cock, sending shivers through his body.
Bobby came up from some dark corner with a hard-on a mile long, looking for a convenient hole. He placed his slippery wet nakedness close behind Jerry's body and pressed his prick between Jerry's sweating asscheeks.
Slap! Bobby's balls hit Jerry's asscheeks. He plunged his throbbing prick into Jerry's squirming hole. What a scene! Marylee and I watched open-eyed.
Addy, who had just come out of the pisser, made her way to Marylee with a hungry look in her eye. Soon, they were on the floor writhing in a sixty-niner, sucking each other's cunts like crazy.
The doorbell?????
My God, I thought, most likely the police. Who else on a holiday? Could we be making too much noise? Not even a chance to straighten this mess up. We're all screwed for sure.
No one stopped their fucking or sucking, all either too drunk, or too hot to care.
I quickly ran and got a robe. Flinging it over my naked body, I ran to the door, the bell ringing incessantly.
It was Mr. Bailey, the principal!
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Coolidge, my car broke down and I remembered that you lived near by. I would like to use your phone--he stopped, his mouth gaping at the fuck orgy going on inside.
I wondered about the car. Maybe his prick directed him here. And where was Mrs. Bailey? Shit, another hot cock was just what we needed! Especially for my flooding cunt!
"Come on in, Mr. Bailey, and join our merry group," I said sexily letting my robe open wide, so he could see my luscious cunt and titties.
Mr. Bailey walked in, hat in hands, staring at the fucking couples. His mouth opened as if to say something, then closed.
"Take off your things, Mr. Bailey," I said, "while I fix you a drink!"
"Please call me Ira," he said, color flooding his face and within two seconds, he was as naked as the rest of us.
I remembered calling him small prick once. What a lie! Ira Bailey had a prick that hung a foot long! Just the size for my horny cunt!
I didn't wait to fix him a drink. I scooped up that large pecker head and began sucking on the massive purple tip. Oh, it was so delicious, the juices of cum and piss intermingled made it the tastiest morsel I had eaten all day!
"I want to fuck you, screw you, fuck you to death," he screamed, pressing me back on the rug. No one paid any attention, they were much too busy at their own sexual pursuit.
Ira grabbed my titties and began sucking on them like a baby, first sucking the nipples then, kissing the tit flesh, then back to the nipples again, sucking and chewing until I was a burning, writhing mass of hot flesh begging for his prick.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," I moaned. "Ira, please, give me your prick! "
A growl came from his throat, as he positioned his huge, massive pecker near my fuck-hole. With one huge lunge, he buried that stiff monster deep in my cunt!
"Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed. God Almighty, I'd never had a prick this long nor this thick in my life! Not even Paul's could compare with this lusty cock.
And what a fucker! He screwed my pussy with long, furious strokes that made me writhe and groan and moan. And here, all along this prick had been under my very nose and I hadn't realized it!
Finally, I could take it no longer. The constant ramming of his enormous dong was making my cum begin to shoot and shoot and shoot! And just in time, as a second later, I felt his thick gobby white cum inundate my heaving belly. It was the most fantastic fuck session and orgasm I had ever had.
Later, when all our guests had left, Paul said, "Well, we've added another prick to our group of cocks and pussies. That Ira Bailey is quite a guy. Next party, he's ramming my asshole and don't you forget it!"
I wouldn't. He could fuck Paul's asshole all night if he wanted to. But tomorrow and all the rest of tomorrow's, I'd have his prick up my cunt!
