Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy , is very important to most people, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
In TEACHER'S HORNY LESSONS, we see in Melanie Roberts, a young teacher the results of an uninhibited outlook on sex. But does she go too far? Who is to say?
TEACHER'S HORNY LESSONS--a frank story of one young woman's approach to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Melanie slipped the white lab coat on over her dress, transforming herself from teacher to school nurse. Stepping back away from the small wall-mirror that hung above the sink, she adjusted her collar and tried to get a look at how her lab coat hung, but the mirror was much too small. Can't expect a school nurse's office to be equipped with a full-length mirror, she thought. Confident that the coat hung well on her, that it made her appear professional, she turned away from the mirror and began rummaging in a white metal cabinet across the room.
"Stethoscope," she said out loud, pulling the instrument out of the cabinet and hanging it around her neck. Then she found the other instruments she needed--flashlight and tweezers.
In another cabinet, she found a small test tube and a plastic cap to fit it. She'd seal a few of the tiny creatures in the test tube and send them home to the boy's parents as evidence. They couldn't argue then with her diagnosis. They'd obediently apply the solution she'd send home with the boy, and that would be the end of it. Her first case, her first cure. The boy's parents would phone her and thank her, asking with embarrassment where she thought the boy had caught the little creatures.
"Oh, they're quite common," she'd reassure the parents, "and they can be caught in many ways other than sexual contact. For instance, junior could have caught them by borrowing one of his buddy's gym trunks. Don't press the boy. He might be quite innocent. However, if you do suspect something not quite right, should you think junior possibly a troubled boy, don't hesitate to send him back to me for counseling. I've been trained in psychology too, you know." They'd thank her again.
"Nonsense. That's what I'm here for." Melanie found the yellowish-green solution--a fresh, unopened bottle of it. She'd send the entire bottle home with the boy. That way she wouldn't have to type up a separate set of instructions for the parents. They could read the instructions on the bottle. Any unused solution, they could return to her.
Let's see, what was left? Nothing that she could think of. There was fresh paper on the examining table. The overhead lamp was working. She might not even have to use the flashlight. The room looked like a perfectly ordered doctor's examining room--white and bright and spotless. For a moment, she debated whether to put on her nurse's cap. No, she thought, she looked more like a doctor without it. That would impress the boy more.
She looked into the mirror, checking on her lipstick--a purplish-pink shade called Hot Blush. She'd purchased this shade simply because she liked it, not for its name. The name rather embarrassed her.
Someone knocked on the door. Melanie's heart pounded. Her first patient! She'd waited years for this. She opened the door, welcoming her patient with a smile. After he'd stepped inside, she locked the door.
"Well, Leslie," she said, "thank you for coming on time. Have a seat."
The boy sat in the chair next to her small desk. Melanie sat at the desk with the boy's chart in front of her. In the upper left-hand corner of the chart, she'd written his name.
Melanie smiled. "Is the itching bothering you, darling?"
"What itching?"
"You don't have to pretend with me, darling. I'm here to help you. Don't think of me as one of your teachers now, darling. Think of me as a nurse--or, if you prefer, as a doctor."
"You mean you're a doctor?"
"Well, not exactly. I have a degree in nursing."
"Oh, you're just filling in for Miss Johnson today, then?"
"Not really. Miss Johnson has left Lincoln. I'll be supervising your study hall from now on. I also teach biology. I'll be teaching you in a few years. I'll also be coaching boys' cross-country and girls' gymnastics."
The boy frowned, bunching up the freckles on his up-tilted nose and peering at her through long yellow hair half covering his eyes. "So what are you then--a nurse or a teacher?"
Melanie laughed. "Both. And a coach as well."
"And you're going to coach cross-country?" The boy looked astounded.
"And why not?" Melanie asked, understanding perfectly well why he'd asked the question: She was a woman.
The boy flushed. "Just wondered." He paused, then asked in an accusing tone, "What do you know about running?"
"I finished sixth in the women's fifteen-hundred-meter run in the last Olympic tryouts," Melanie said. Then, realizing that the boy had somehow taken over the questioning, she said quickly--before the boy could throw her another question: "Now, how long have you had this itching?"
"What itching?" the boy repeated.
"Leslie, please don't be difficult. Why do you think I asked that you see me after school?"
"That's what I've been wondering."
"I saw you repeatedly scratching yourself in study hall this afternoon. I'm a nurse--remember? I've been trained to spot trouble symptoms."
The boy stared at her in the squint-eyed, suspicious manner that was beginning to get on her nerves. "Symptoms," he said at last, the tone of his voice implying that she was loony, that she had a lot of explaining to do.
Although exasperated with the boy's stubbornness, Melanie tried to maintain the motherly tone she'd picked up from watching experienced nurses in the hospitals where she'd trained. "You've been scratching your privates quite a lot, darling. That's a symptom of---of--well, little critters infesting the hair down there."
The boy turned purple. "Critters? Christ!" The purple began draining from his face. He began to go pale.
Melanie hadn't been prepared for this. She grabbed his hand and slapped it gently. "Don't faint on me, Leslie. Oh, please don't faint on me. Take deep breaths. That's it. Deep breaths. The critters are nothing really. A lot of people have them and don't even know it. If you have them, we'll get rid of them for you."
Color gradually returned to the boy's face. He straightened up out of his slump. He pulled his hands away from her.
"What do I have to do?" he asked.
"Well," Melanie said, glancing at the blank chart on the desk--his name and his age were all the medical history she'd managed. "Well, first I'll have to check you out. You'll have to--well--undress. "
"Undress?" the boy tensed, like an alert rabbit.
Melanie feared that at any moment he'd dash out of the room. She spoke quickly.
"I must check the hair around your privates, darling. Just forget that I'm a teacher. I am a nurse, you know. I'll turn my back while you undress, if you want me to."
"Oh, all right," the boy said. "Turn around."
"That's a good boy. Undress next to the examining table."
Melanie bent over her desk and pretended to write, smiling at the sounds of struggle behind her. Sneakers clopped to the floor one at a time. Melanie smelled the sweaty, athletic-sock scent she'd always associated with boys. Her younger brother had always smelled the same way when he had taken off his shoes.
When she was a young girl growing up, she used to hold her nose any time she had to go into her brother's bedroom. At the moment, however, she found the scent somewhat stimulating--probably because it brought back old memories of herself and her brother when they were young teens. Lord, here she was thinking about the old days already--twenty-three years old and already getting nostalgic. Perhaps it was only natural to begin reminiscing once she got out of school and finally got out into the real world. The real world--that's where she was now. Teacher, coach, nurse--that was her, for real, finally.
"Do I have to take off my shirt?" the boy asked.
"Yes, darling. We'll have to check your armpits. Once you're undressed, lie face-up on the examining table. Don't be embarrassed. Just -keep remembering that I'm not a teacher now, I'm not a woman now--I'm a nurse. Or, think of me as a doctor if you want to, if you think that will help."
"Sure," the boy said. The paper sheet on the examining table sounded as if it were being wadded into a ball. "All right, I'm ready."
"Just relax," Melanie said with a smile. She stood up and turned to look at her patient. She felt her jaw drop, the muscles of her face going slack. Her heart thudded, and she felt faint. For the second time in five minutes, she found n herself unprepared to face what confronted her.
"What's wrong?" the boy asked, then quickly added: "It ain't my fault. It happens. Ain't nothing I can do about it. You told me to take off my clothes. And then it happened. I can't do nothing about it."
"It's all right," Melanie said weakly. She tried to laugh, but the sound that came out was more like a moan.
It wasn't all right. It wasn't all right in the least. She had never seen anything like this outside of a diagram in a medical book. She had never seen the male organ in the flesh except on infants and little boys--and those had always been soft. This cock was enormous, and it looked petrified. And his prick was twitching, pointing straight up at the boy's face and beating against his belly. Oh, Lord! What to do?
As if deciding to withdraw from the situation entirely, as if deciding to hide, leaving Melanie all alone to deal with this horrid situation, the boy clasped his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and began whistling to himself almost imperceptibly. You're the nurse, he seemed to say. It's your problem, not mine.
It was her problem, and she hadn't any idea how to handle it! They'd never trained her in nursing school for situations like this. She stared at the boy, hypnotized by the throbbing of his stiff cock. The boy had his heels anchored in the stainless steel stirrups at the foot of the table, allowing him to spread his legs wide, like a woman undergoing a gynecological exam. His entire bottom was exposed. His balls moved slowly inside his wrinkled, brownish-pink sac.
"Well, are they in there?" the boy asked, startling Melanie from her semi-trance.
"What?" she mumbled.
"The critters. Are they in there?" His eyes remained closed.
"I haven't checked yet. Be patient, darling."
Melanie fumbled with the light switch of the overhead lamp, at last getting it turned on. The white light washed over the boy, making his brownish skin appear translucent. Melanie could see muscle fibers quivering under the skin of his flat belly. She could see fat veins. She expected to see a mass exodus of the lice from his pubic hair, but from this distance--still standing upright as she was--she could see only the sparse sprigs of his blond pubic hair shimmering like silk. She leaned forward to get a closer look.
The scent of the boy's crotch made her lightheaded. She had only smelled that scent once before--on a day long ago, when her brother had been wrestling with her and had sat on her face, wearing nothing but his underwear. At that time, the smell had nauseated her. At this moment, the smell made her tremble. An insistent ache began throbbing between her legs, and she had the shameful but nearly irresistible desire to press her face to the boy's groin. She inhaled deeply, feeling dizzier by the moment.
"I'm going to look into your hair now, darling," she said. Her voice was thin and high-pitched. "Just relax. This won't hurt a bit."
She leaned very close, breathing on the boy's cock. His naked cock jerked, banging her in the nose. She jumped back, her nose tingling from the silky hot touch of the boy's cock. She thought she heard Leslie sigh.
"Relax, darling," she said. "I promise not to hurt you."
The boy stretched like a cat, all the muscles quivering under his brown skin. He sighed again.
Trying to ignore the boy's cock as best she could, she spread apart small bunches of his pubic hairs. Her fingers trembled. The boy's scent was overpowering, the feel of his hairs, electric. She saw nothing but pink skin under her probing fingertips. The boy's cock quivered like an arrow that had struck its target. Melanie couldn't bear this anymore; she had to touch the quivering hunk of prick.
"I'm going to check underneath your--your thing now," she muttered. "Just relax, darling, while I lift it."
The boy squirmed, his prick tapping his belly as if sending a telegraph. Melanie used two fingers and a thumb to lift his prick. She gasped audibly. His big cock was harder than she had imagined. Vibrations coursed through it. His cockshaft was so stiff that she had to pull hard to bend it back. She checked his pubic hair quickly, feeling cock arteries flutter against her restraining fingers and thumb.
She could find no lice. The boy's groin was as clean as that of a baby. His cock, however, was filled with lust. Melanie, though sexually innocent, had read enough novels and seen enough movies to know that. This was horrible. But what was more horrible was the shameful throb of desire in her cunt and the mad craving she had to take the boy's cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue ached for the touch of his prick. She longed to kiss the boy's cock--or to lick it--or even to suck on it.
God help me, she prayed. Oh, Lord, what am I doing?
She released Leslie's cock. His prick sprang from her hand and whacked hard against the boy's taut belly. She moved up to the boy's armpits, probing the sparse blond hairs with her fingertips. The hairs were more like fuzz than hair and free of any wildlife as far as she could see. The aroma of his armpits, however, caused her vision to blur. She inhaled again and again, unable to fill her head with enough of the masculine scent. Like sniffing airplane glue, she thought--fantastic, but deadly. Where would it lead her? She was already on the edge of losing control of herself!
I love you, she wanted to tell the boy. I'm crazy about you. I've never felt this way about anyone. I want you. I want to kiss you, to hug you, to do things to you I'd never forgive myself for. Nor would you ever forgive me. It would be the end of me, the end of my life.
She had to end this episode now--this instant. But it was too late. She buried her nose in the boy's armpit. The heat, the moistness, the scent--overcame her. She licked the boy's sweaty blond fuzz, tasting salt, tasting something musky. She began to suck, to kiss. The boy moaned.
"Oh, God!" he muttered. "Oh, man!" He'd taken his hands out from behind his head and had stretched his arms out, as if wanting to give Melanie all of himself.
Melanie kissed her way up his arm. Grabbing his hand, she sucked on his fingers. Sliding back down, she spotted his brown nipples, small and. very erect. She covered his nipples one at a time with her mouth, sucking them gently, stimulating them with flicks of her tongue. She had never done these things before, but her actions now seemed as natural to her as breathing. She licked her way down his taut belly, probing the valleys between the boy's abdominal ridges with the tip of her tongue. The taste of him made her wish to devour him.
"Oh, Miss Roberts," the boy moaned. "Oh, Jesus!"
The boy's stiff prick hammered his belly just inches from her nose. She could smell it, could sense its heat, could almost hear its vibrations. Her eyes crossed as she went down on it. Her lips fastened to the backside of his cockhead, giving his prick a sucking kiss. His cock quivered, gluing itself to her lips. The touch was electric. Tingles shot through her lips, flooded her cheeks. She jerked away, stunned.
The boy grabbed his cock and began to pump it. His brown eyes glowed, his jaw set in a leer. A thick clear fluid, like tears, bubbled out of his cock and rolled down over his brown knuckles. Melanie leaned over again and tasted the jism. His cum was warm and sweet, slightly sticky, but also slippery--something like clear honey. She licked his fingers clean, savoring the boyish nectar.
The golden down on the boy's brown legs caught her eye. She couldn't resist nibbling her way down his supple, muscular young legs. When she reached the boy's feet, the athletic-sock scent of his toes stimulated her. She wrapped her lips around his wriggling toes and sucked. The boy groaned, squirming all over the table, mangling the paper sheet under him. Melanie slithered her tongue between his toes, then licked the soles and insteps of both his muscular young feet. As she licked, the ache in her cunt grew more and more agonizing. Her clit throbbed like a thumb that had been hit with a hammer.
The boy panted, moaning. The head of his cock popped in and out of his fist like a purple plum. Melanie wanted the boy's cock, hungered for it as she'd never hungered for anything in her life. She dove between the boy's legs, kissing his ass--that warm tender spot under his balls. The scent down there caused her heart to race, caused her head to become woozy. She licked the luscious flesh around the boy's tight nuts. He tasted like nothing else she'd ever known. He tasted like boy! Her mouth engulfed his nuts.
"Oh, boy!" Leslie muttered. "Oh, momma! Jesus!" His jerking hand made frenzied squishing sounds around his cock.
Melanie could feel his nuts inflating. She sucked his throbbing nuts gently, bathing them with her tongue. They were wonderfully smooth, wonderfully firm. The ball-sac was warm and like satin against her tongue.
The boy jerked his hips up and down, grunting and growling. Melanie sensed what was going to happen. Inexperienced as she was, she'd seen enough movies to realize what the accelerating moans and writhings of the boy meant. She forced his hands from his cock, caught the jerking pole of cockflesh herself, and lowered her mouth over it.
His cock was so hot that for a moment Melanie thought she had fried her tongue, but as his cockhead slid into her throat, she adjusted instantly to the stunning heat of it. She swallowed every inch of his throbbing prick, every one of its six or seven rock-hard inches. Arteries at the base of the shaft of his cock fluttered against her upper lip. His prickhead throbbed like a living heart in her throat. His entire cock jerked. Melanie began to suck.
The boy arched his back, driving his hairy groin at her lips. His body stretched out like a bow. His lean muscles quivered and writhed. He grunted with lust like a wild young beast.
"Ohhh, suck my cock!" he groaned. "Oh, God!"
Melanie rubbed his belly, caressing the tight dancing muscles, tickling his navel. With her other hand, she gripped the boy's nuts, squeezing them rhythmically, stroking them with her thumb. All the while, her head jerked up and down over his cock, jerked up and down to the rhythm of the boy's fucking motions. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, in and out of her throat. She used her tongue on his prick, slithering it up and down the sliding shaft, churning it at the meaty cockhead.
Melanie had never before had a cock in her mouth. She'd never even dreamed of such a thing. But now, sucking the boy's horny prick, it seemed to her that she'd been doing this all her life. Sucking his cock seemed so natural.
Her tongue, her lips, the muscles of her throat worked together in an automatic synchronized rhythm, as if they'd been practicing sucking cock for years. The boy's cock stimulated her like nothing ever had. The musky smell of it, the salty-sweet taste, the satiny smoothness combined with the unbelievable hardness--all made her wish she could keep his cock in her mouth forever. Her face felt tingly. Her cunt throbbed. She began to squeeze her legs together rhythmically, needing to crush the maddening itch from between her cuntlips.
Leslie twisted this way and that, his head tossing from side to side, his shoulder-length blond hair covering and uncovering his flushed face. His belly muscles tightened. His balls rolled in Melanie's palm. His body stiffened, growing tauter and tauter. His balls began to pulsate.
"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped. "Oh, shit!" A surge of energy flashed up from his balls, stiffening and lengthening his cock. His huge prick shuddered. "Ahhhh! Ohhhhh!" Squirts of hot cum filled Melanie's mouth, streamed down her throat. "Wowwwwww! Uh!"
Melanie gagged and shrieked and cooed almost simultaneously. The alkaline scent that filled her head was as potent as a whiff of ammonia. The squirts of jism were like small stabbing fingers. She held some of the jism in her mouth before swallowing it, savoring the taste, delighting in the thick, creamy texture.
She sucked gently, assisting the boy's cock to release more of the fuck cream. She was hungry for jism now. She wished the boy would never stop coming.
Leslie wrapped his arms around her head, forcing his cock into her face to the hilt. His prick throbbed halfway down her throat. His balls contracted against her chin. Melanie felt vibrations in her teeth as the boy's cock shuddered and ejaculated. A hot spear of jism shot straight into her stomach.
Oh, my darling! she thought. Oh, my sweet baby! Feed me, you little angel. Oh, sweet--so sweet!
The boy shivered again and fed her his cum. Melanie swallowed, burning up with desire for the boy. The feelings that had overtaken her body made her want to scream. She had never experienced such exquisite pleasure. Her toes curled in her shoes. She felt her eyes roll insanely in her skull. She'd pressed her thighs together tightly, and her pussylips squished and shimmied against each other as if connected to a mechanical vibrator. Her pussy juiced with a million bubbles of pleasure. As the boy's cock shuddered again, her own loins shuddered, an orgasm exploding through her cunt.
Melanie lost control of her legs. They buckled under her. Falling away from the boy, she hit the floor, curling herself immediately into a ball. The orgasmic sensations swirled through her body.
She thrust her hands between her legs and up under her skirt. Through her pantyhose and panties--both sopping wet in the crotch--she touched her swollen, pulsating cuntlips. They'd inflated like sponges. The sensations grating through them caused Melanie's eyes to roll so far back in their sockets that she could see nothing but the blackness inside her skull. Her mouth gaped. She was aware of a catlike whining in the room. Suddenly she realized that the whining came from her own mouth.
Leslie sat up, watching her. "Are you all right, Miss Roberts?" She caught glimpses of his concerned face.
She tried to tell him yes, but her orgasm was still too intense. She clamped shut her eyes, curled up even tighter, and squeezed with her leg and hands, crushing the feelings through her cuntflesh. After what seemed like minutes, she relaxed, feeling the last waves of orgasm peter away. Uncurling, she began to laugh. Such relief! Such blessed relief! She felt free, as if the burdens of a lifetime had fallen from her.
Leslie watched her, frowning. He sat up at the edge of the examining table, both hands cupped over his cock. His body glistened with sweat. His brown eyes peered out from under the thick blond bangs that half-covered them. As Melanie's laughter abated, she began to feel the weight of his troubled scrutiny.
She stood up, dusting her white lab coat. Her hands were wet, and the smell of her cunt overpowered even the scent of the sweaty boy. Luckily, the floor is spotless, she thought, trying to put the boy out of her mind. He could certainly smell her cunt. What could be more embarrassing? She glanced at him. He gawked at her as if she were a zoo specimen.
Oh, God! she thought. Oh, my God, what have I done? She was in a predicament now. Never in her life had she been in trouble. This entire scene was absurd! It couldn't have happened! The boy's eyes shifted. He looked nervous. Oh, my God, what am I going to do? The boy scratched his armpit.
"You see," she said, her voice hysterically accusing. "You're scratching yourself again. That's why I thought you had lice. Any nurse would think the same thing. I was just looking after your welfare."
The boy stopped scratching. "Lice?" He made a face. "I thought you were looking for critters."
"Lice are critters. They're very common. You can pick them up almost anywhere. Many people have them and don't even know it. When people scratch their armpits or--or privates--well, any nurse, or doctor, would suspect lice. But guess what, Leslie? You don't have any. Isn't that marvelous? I'll bet you're relieved. Aren't you relieved, darling?" She spoke almost faster than she could form the words.
The boy shook his head, unsmiling, his jaw hanging. One hand still cupped his groin, the other nervously fingered his brown nipple. Smile! she wanted to scream at him. Smile!
"Can I go now?" he asked.
"Of course," Melanie said. "I'll turn my back while you get dressed." She sat once more at her desk, pretending to write.
"OK," the boy said at last.
She turned around. The boy sat on the floor, tying his sneakers. He glanced up at her sheepishly.
"Here, let me comb your hair," Melanie said quickly, grabbing for her purse and searching for her comb. She found it as the boy stood up. "It's all messed up," she said. "All full of tangles."
She combed the boy's blond hair, marveling at the way it fell perfectly straight almost instantly. The hair shone as if each golden strand had been hand-polished. She envied him. Her own hair, though thick and shiny, was a deep brown, almost black. Like the boy's, her hair fell to her shoulders, but instead of hanging straight, then curling back slightly at the tips, her own hair swept under, toward her neck. She'd always regretted having been born a brunette instead of a blond. It was one of the few flaws in her otherwise perfect life--at least it had been until a few moments ago. Now she had more trouble than she could ever have imagined, and it was standing there right in front of her.
"There," she said. "You look beautiful. Thanks for your cooperation. Since we didn't find any critters, there's no reason for you to mention to anyone that you came to see me. Right, darling?"
"Yeah, I suppose," the boy said. Then he smiled impishly, the freckles on his nose dancing. "Sure was a lot of fun, though."
Melanie stood and opened the door for him. "Bye," she said.
"See ya, Miss Roberts." He swaggered out of the room, grinning.
CHAPTER TWO
After locking the door, Melanie sat at her desk staring at the boy's name and age on the chart. He was so young, a first-year student at Lincoln Consolidated School. She was so much older than him. She was his study hall supervisor. In three years, she'd probably be teaching him biology. Perhaps he'd be on the cross-country team. And she'd have to face him, both of them remembering vividly what had happened between them on her first day at Lincoln. How could either of them ever forget? How could a boy that age keep his mouth shut?
You're in trouble, Melanie Roberts, she thought to herself. You're in trouble for the first time in your life--big trouble.
What had happened? Where had she gone wrong? The examination had started off well. She'd handled the boy quite professionally. She'd begun with his medical history, even though that hadn't gotten very far. When he'd become restless and anxious, she'd skillfully hastened the beginning of the exam, even allaying his embarrassment by turning her back while he'd undressed. The undressing was perfectly proper, perfectly essential for the examination. Then she'd turned to begin the examination. That's when the trouble began.
She turned away from the desk to look at the examining table. The wrinkled, crumpled, torn paper sheet lay on the black leatherette upholstery.
He had no right to show her his hard cock like that, she thought--no right at all! She remembered the way his cock had twitched, beckoning her like a long, thick finger. She remembered the way he had lain there with his legs spread, with his balls shifting in their sac, with his long skinny body spread out before her like an obscene feast. And the smell of him--Lord, the smell of him--like some mind weakening drug. And all the while, his cock twitching--bewitching her, hypnotizing her. And then she'd begun the examination. She could remember only through a haze what had happened from that point on.
It had surely been insanity, a kind of temporary insanity, or a drugged state, or a state of hypnosis. She had not honestly been in control of herself. It wasn't her fault. The boy had seduced her. Males were like that--seducers. Hadn't she known that for years? Why had she let her guard down? But the boy was so young! She hadn't expected trouble from a boy that age.
She stood up and pulled off the lab coat, dropping it over the back of the chair. She'd planned to visit-her cross-country runners in the weight-lifting room after completing her duties her in the nursing office. Practice was not scheduled to begin for the cross-country team until tomorrow after school, but she thought a trip to the weight room to introduce herself and see how the students were getting along would show them her interest and enthusiasm. The coach she was replacing was said to have been a sluggard, lounging in his office, smoking cigarettes and reading girly magazines while his athletes were out on the track running their ten miles per day. Quite an example to the team! But she was going to change all that. At least that had been her intention before Leslie had come along. Now she wondered whether she could face the cross-country boys. She imagined her crime written all over her face--her sex-flushed face! She glanced at her face in the mirror.
Her eyes appeared glazed, swollen with lust. The skin of her face seemed to be inflated, reddened--sex-flushed, as she had suspected. As she studied her face with increasing disgust, she became aware once more of the sopping wetness of her cunt. She shoved her hand up under her skirt to feel, drawing it away quickly. Her pussy was steaming. She raised her hand to her nose. The scent was similar to that of overripe grapes, grapes beginning to ferment. She could remember leaking cunt juice between her legs only once before. She had been just a youngster, and her brother, a year younger, had been the same age as Leslie was now. It had happened in the bathtub. She'd never forget the incident.
* * *
The day had been terribly hot and muggy. She came home from cheerleading practice feeling exhausted and slimy. A note from her mother on the kitchen counter told her to fry some hamburgers for herself and her brother for supper. Her mother had gone shopping and wouldn't be home until late in the evening. Her brother had probably read the note before she had, because he was upstairs in his bedroom when Melanie got up there.
"Hi, cunt!" he shouted.
"Oh, go jump out the window," Melanie answered.
"Aw, go soak your pussy," Billy said. "I can smell it all the way in here."
Melanie didn't answer. He had a low, filthy mind. She wouldn't stoop to his level. He knew every four-letter word ever invented, and he endeavored to recite them all whenever he was alone with her. She stepped into the bathroom and slammed shut the door. As she drew her bath, watching the surface of the churning water grow thick with soft bubbles, she pulled off her cheerleader uniform. She'd sweated so much during practice that she smelled almost as foul as Billy did all the time. The mountain of bath bubbles engulfed her naked body as she sank down into the warm tub. Bubbles burst around her nipples, tickling them like tiny kisses. She relaxed, closing her eyes.
Soaking my pussy, she thought, and she giggled to herself. She'd intended to do it, however, long before Billy had told her to do it.
The water felt so warm, so relaxing, that she must have dozed off. She started to awake to the sudden rising of the bath water to her neck. Bubbles nearly engulfed her head. Billy's smirking face floated in cumulous clouds of bubbles at the other end of the tub. His muscular legs pinned down her own legs. His toenails gouged her belly.
"Ahhhh!" the boy sighed.
Melanie grabbed his feet, forcing them away. "What are you doing in here? Get out of here! You're crazy!"
"So are you."
"I'll tell mom."
"Go ahead." He rammed his foot between her legs, clawing her cunt with his toenails. His big toe slipped inside her.
Melanie's eyes swam. She thrashed helplessly, gasping. Not only was she stunned, but the feelings in her cunt made her dizzy. These feelings were brand-new to her. Having always obeyed her mother's instructions, she had never touched herself down there except to quickly wash. The sensation now of her brother's big toe flexing inside her cunt made her loins feel as if they'd been gripped, inside and out, by a thousand wriggling fingers. She moaned, weakly struggling to free herself from her brother's cunt-fucking toe.
"Let me go, Billy," she whispered. "This is sinful."
"If it feels good, it's sinful," Billy said, his leering face pulsating red in contrast to his blond hair. "You love it, Sis. You're crazy about having your cunt full. And you're gonna be even crazier about it in a second." He yanked his toe out of her cunt, leaving behind a rush of tingles in her pussylips.
Melanie's vision blurred. She braced herself to spring up out of the tub. She was on the way up when Billy slid under her, yanking her down into his lap, wrapping his long arms around her, crushing her tits to his hard chest. His hot, hard cock throbbed between their joined bellies. She knew it was his prick. She'd seen his prick when he was younger, had seen it looking limp and tiny. But now his cock was anything but limp and tiny. Now it was huge, and his prickhead was beating fiercely. Melanie screamed for help.
"Shut up!" Billy growled. "Shut up, cunt. Me and you are gonna fuck."
Melanie clawed him. He caught her hands and twisted them behind her back, nearly snapping the bones.
"Damn it," the boy snarled, "I'm gonna fuck you now. I'm gonna bust your cherry into a hundred pieces."
By yanking on her arms, the boy forced Melanie to rise up. He squirmed under her, jabbing his steel-hard cock between her legs. Her cuntlips felt as if they were being hammered.
Melanie moaned, tears wetting her cheeks. The boy chewed her jaw, gnawed her lips. His cockhead lodged between her cuntlips, stretching them wider than ever before.
"Fuck down!" the boy muttered. Yanking her arms downward and thrusting his loins upward simultaneously, he rammed his cock up Melanie's cunt to the very hilt.
Melanie screamed uncontrollably. Her insides had exploded. She thought she'd heard her cherry pop. Flashbulbs went off behind her eyeballs. Her guts were on fire. Billy crushed the wind out of her with his bear hug.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Ahhhhhh, this is great. This feels real fucking good. Oh, woooww!"
Melanie found herself being bounced up and down on her brother's cock. His jerking motions thrust his cock deep into Melanie's cunt. Although they were fucking half-submerged in water, the boy's cock strokes were quick and intense. Melanie felt as if she'd been impaled on a baseball bat. She clung to her brother, drooling and gibbering helplessly, her head wobbling as she bounced. She had gone numb.
In less than a minute, Billy's cock swelled inside her. The boy sank his teeth into her neck, drooling spit onto her shoulders. He grunted and panted. His cock flexed wildly.
"Ohhhh, mannn!" he groaned. "Ahhhh!"
Melanie felt fingers of warm liquid seep down her ravaged cunt. The boy's spurting cum was wonderfully soothing. She found herself sighing. Clinging to her brother, she felt his cock flex and spurt inside her several more times. At last, he went limp against her, his muscles softening, his hands losing their grip on her wrists. She felt his heart thudding against her tits. In the silent bathroom, she heard only his exhausted panting and the minute sounds of bursting bath bubbles.
At last he spoke. "You tell mom, and I'll kill you."
He pushed her away, dunked her under the water, and as she struggled up out of the foam, sputtering, leapt out of the tub and ran to his room. Melanie climbed out of the tub after him, leaning against the wall for several seconds before her dizziness passed.
As she dried herself between the legs, she found a small amount of blood. She was relieved. She'd imagined her cunt inside as a butchered mess.
As she dried the rest of her body, she felt warm cum trickling out of her cunt and rolling down her thigh.' She wiped between her legs quickly, once more relieved. This new liquid was whitish in color. She sniffed it. The scent was alkaline, stimulating. She knew that it was her brother's cum--the stuff in his prick had shot into her.
An hour later, cock juice was still oozing out of her pussy, drenching her panties as she fried the hamburgers. She rushed to the bathroom, fearing she was still bleeding, but this time finding that the juice was neither blood nor cum; rather, it was her own cunt juice, and it was running out of her as it never had before. Her cuntlips were swollen, and they were throbbing with an intense need. Before running back to the kitchen to finish frying her hamburgers, she sawed the side of her hand back and forth between her pussylips in order to bring herself off. The tension in her clit had mounted to such a pitch that she came in seconds, her orgasm forcing her to cry out from its intensity. She was astounded at the amount of cunt juice that had leaked out of her while she came.
* * *
Melanie now sat at the edge of the examining table--sat on the very same spot where Leslie had sat a short time ago--and pulled her dress off over her head. Her slip was next. Then came her bra. Her naked tits jiggled, her nipples stiff and quivering. Lying back on the table, she lifted her ass to push down her pantyhose and panties together. Lifting her feet, she peeled them off over her pointed toes, then let her steaming undergarments fall to the floor. She was naked now, and she stretched herself out on the crumpled paper sheet.
Imitating Leslie, she anchored her heels in the stainless steel stirrups. Her knees fell wide apart, opening her cunt to the air. She sighed, squirming sensuously on the examining table. The memory of what Billy had done to her in the bathtub had stimulated her cunt with the same kind of tension his cock had fucked into her back then. She thrust her hands between her legs, rubbing the hot meat of her pussy.
It felt so good--unbelievable how good. She hadn't jacked off with such need since that very night nine years ago after Billy had raped her in the tub. Later she had been overcome with guilt and had squealed to her mother, explaining in detail what Billy had done to her.
Billy had been whipped. Melanie's mother had begun her on birth control pills immediately, just in case Billy got carried away again. The boy's excuse had been temporary insanity after Melanie had ripped off his clothes and had dragged him into the tub with her. Their mother believed Melanie's story. Except for occasional rough-house wrestling, Billy never touched Melanie again. No other boy fucked Melanie after that. Even so, she continued to swallow her birth control pills faithfully--just in case. She was still taking them today, even though she never allowed a male to get friendly enough with her to be a threat. All her life, ever since Billy's rape, Melanie had sublimated all her sexual energies into her studies, into her work, to make something of herself, to accomplish great things.
"Feels so good," she whispered, grasping her juicy cuntslabs in both hands and rubbing the hairy slabs vigorously against each other.
Her cunt was on fire. She needed to crush the fire out of her steaming pussy. She could still taste Leslie's cock, could still feel his prick lodged in her throat, sliding over her lips. She could still taste his jism--sweet, warm slippery as it glided down her throat. As she imagined his cock fucking her throat, her cunt seethed. With a grunt, she rammed two fingers up her fuckhole.
"Ohhh, yess! Ohh, Leslie! Oh, Billy!"
With her eyes tightly closed, she imagined Billy's cock, imagined it looking exactly like Leslie's, imagined a big cock stuffed up her cunt--sliding in and out, in and out, fucking her, fucking her again after all these years. She jammed her fingers in and out of her cunt, letting out a guttural whine like that of a mating she-cat. As she fingerfucked her cunt with one hand, she tore at her hairy pussyslabs with the other, tugging her cunt bush mercilessly, snapping her cuntlips as if they were rubber bands. She had to be rough with herself. The itch, the ache in her cunt was driving her mad.
In the midst of her thrashing and whining, she heard a voice, heard some clicking and banging noises. Too late, she realized that these sounds were not imaginary. Someone had entered the room.
CHAPTER THREE
Melanie drew up her legs, rolling herself into a ball, attempting to hide her nakedness.
"What are you doing in here?" she cried, embarrassing herself even more by the absurdity of her words.
"That's just what I was gonna ask you, young lady," the man said. He was young, perhaps thirty, heavy-boned and muscular. Black hair bushed out from the open neck of his green work shirt. He dropped the mop and wastebasket he was carrying.
"That door was locked," Melanie said.
"But I got keys," the man said, jiggling them on his belt. "Ain't I lucky." His gaze combed her nude body. "Don't I keep running into the perttiest sights!"
"Please leave," Melanie said.
The man reached behind him without looking back and clicked the lock on the door. At the same time, he unzipped his pants and reached inside his fly.
"Get out of here," Melanie said. "I'll report you and have you kicked out of this school." She assumed he was one of the janitors.
"Haw!" the man said, struggling to get his cock out of his fly. "You little bitches nowadays got a little bit too much lip. What do you think the principal would say if I was to drag you up to his office right now? Here you are snooping in the nurse's office after hours, naked as a jaybird besides, and jerking on your pussy like that little bitch in that exorcist movie. Haw! You wouldn't last ten seconds."
His cock sprang out. It was a monster, much longer and fatter than Leslie's cock had been, with thick bloated veins along his stiff cockshaft, and a cockhead that looked like a ripe apple. His prick throbbed like a menacing nightstick. Melanie gasped, unable to draw her eyes away from it.
"You don't understand," she said. "I'm--"
"Just shut your little trap and spread them legs," the man said, jumping onto the table.
Kneeling over her, he dropped his large rough hands on her flesh and tried to pry apart her knees.
"Lay yourself out and spread them legs," he muttered fiercely between his teeth. "Make a sound, and I'll shove my fist down your throat."
Melanie trembled. Her lips quivered so that she couldn't have spoken even had she wanted to. She rolled onto her back, letting the big man spread her legs until the inner sides of her thighs ached. His cock still held her gaze. Thick tears of precum bubbled out of the head of his prick and dripped like hot wax onto her belly. Close up, his cock was even more enormous-looking.
Forcing Melanie's legs up and back, his shoulders hooked under her knees, and the big man bent his cock down to meet her cunt.
"Spread them hairy cuntlips," he ordered. "Spread 'em wide like you had 'em when I come in. That's the way, baby. Shit, look how pink and wet you are between them furry slices of pussy."
Melanie, her fingers hooked into the inner sides of her cuntlips, was spreading herself so wide that she felt air rush up her cunt. She had to dig in hard with her fingernails to keep her slippery cuntlips from escaping her grip and snapping shut. Suddenly she felt the man's bloated cockhead rubbing up and down the slick surface of her inflamed cuntlips. The touch of his cock caused a rash of prickling sensations to flood her pussy. The heat, the throbbing, the itch caused Melanie to groan.
"Oh, shit," the man muttered, "what a goddamn hot cunt. Ahhhh!" He fell on her, driving his cock in up to his balls.
Melanie pulled her hands out just in time to avoid having them crushed. Her cuntlips snapped shut around the man's cock. Her cunt felt stuffed, the man's cock throbbing inside her. She gasped as the man's cock entered her fuckhole. Now she panted, uncontrolled whimpers escaping her throat. The feelings inside her pussy were so intensely pleasurable as to verge on pain. She needed desperately to crush the feelings out, to be rid of them quickly or to grind her teeth down to stubs. She writhed, churning her throbbing cunt at the man's groin. The jagged metal edges of his zipper caught on her cunt hairs, making her wince, but adding to the itch in her clit.
The man was sweating. Warm drops of his sweat dripped from his face and hit Melanie's tits as he began to fuck. His thick cock began to move, sliding in and out of Melanie's tight, clasping cunt. The gnarled veins along his cockshaft, the ridged edge of his cockhead, rubbed into the sensitive folds of Melanie's cunt walls. Melanie hugged the man's muscular flanks, guiding his cock thrusts, feeling his ribs and muscles shifting as he ground his cock down into her.
Oh, God, it felt good! Why had she fought off the boys all these years? This was nothing like her initial fuck by Billy, the fuck that had shattered her cherry and had made her cunt numb with pain. Aside from the skull-vibrating jolt of the man's entrance into her body, a jolt that had stunned her for a second or two, this fuck felt unbearably good. She could lie here letting the burly janitor ram his cock in and out of her all night. It felt so good. He was fucking her so deep. Her pussy pulsated. She felt brand-new sensations in places where she had never felt anything before. She clawed the man's flanks, yanking him down at her, trying to make him fuck faster, deeper.
"Ooohhh, fuck meee!" she grunted, her words vibrating. "Ohhh, deeeeper, deeeper! Uh! Uh! Uh! Harder! Oh, yesss!"
The big man, his hands gripping the edges of the examining table, pushed down upon her with all his weight. Melanie's knees were pinned to her shoulders. The cold buttons of the man's shirt pressed into her belly. Had Melanie not been in good physical condition, the big man would probably have broken her in half. Melanie strained to breathe under the heaving mass of bone and muscle. The man's cock penetrated her deeper, stretching her cunt out longer, sending waves of excitement up her spine and down her legs.
"Ohh, yesssss," she cooed. "Oh, yessss, daaaarling!"
The man bit her lips. She tossed her head from side to side, her motions uncontrolled. The man chewed her ear, drove his hot wet tongue into it. Melanie's neck and back prickled with goosebumps. She squealed.
"Not so loud!" the man whispered. "Damn it--you want the whole building to hear?"
Melanie panted, breathing deeply, trying to control the sounds coming from her throat. She hadn't been intentionally loud; in fact, she hadn't realized that she was voicing her pleasure as loudly as the man implied. It was just that this all felt so good, so agonizingly pleasurable, that she had neither the wish nor the capability to completely control herself.
"That's better," the man said, his breath steaming on her face, his sweat dripping on her cheeks. "I'm about ready to shoot my jism. How about you?"
"Ready," Melanie giggled. And she was. She knew that all she'd have to do would be to contract the muscles of her cunt a few times around the man's pistoning cock, and the added friction would bring her off. She'd been on the verge of coming when the man had yelled at her.
The janitor began to fuck again, pulling his cock out until just the tip of it kissed Melanie's open cuntlips, then thrusting his prick savagely just at the moment that her cuntlips began to close. The savage, deep penetrations caused Melanie's vision to blur, caused her to gasp. Her cuntmeat sizzled, stretching and writhing unbearably. Melanie tightened her cunt, wanting to skin the man's cock alive.
"Ahhh!" the man bellowed. "Goddamn! Oh, Jesus!"
He drove his cock into her again and again, his green eyes wobbling. The zipper of his fly bit into Melanie's cuntlips, yanking out hairs each time his cock withdrew for a new thrust. Melanie's toes curled. She contracted her cunt muscles rhythmically. She couldn't wait a moment longer. She had to come now.
A low guttural whine escaped her throat as her orgasm gnawed slowly through her cunt. "I'm cooooomming!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, myyyy! Uh! Uhhhhhh!"
Intense spasms shook her cunt. Her pussyflesh wrapped around the janitor's slicing cock.
The man's body tensed. His cock seemed to harden into a cylinder of steel. His prick vibrated. Hot spears of cum drove into the quivering depths of Melanie's cunt.
"Ohhh, baaaby!" the man gasped. "Hot sweet cunt! Fuck your bitch cunt! Oh, yeah, uhhhhh!"
Melanie cried out, groaning frantically in sheer delight. Each time the man's cock shuddered, releasing another stream of hot jism into her pussy, her cunt walls shuddered, receiving the wonderful spurts of cum and sending shivers of pleasure through the core of her being.
The spurting and shuddering went on for thirty seconds before the man's body began to relax. At last he went limp, his cock softening inside her cunt. Melanie's cunt still shivered with contractions as the man hauled his cock out of her and backed off the table.
Melanie lowered her legs, stretching them out on the table. She was slippery with sweat. Jism and cunt juice oozed from between her still tingling cuntlips. She watched the janitor stuff his sausagelike cock back into his pants and struggle to zip up his fly. The man caught her watching him.
He looked stern. "Get some clothes on your ass and get the hell out of here."
"But--"
"No lip now, or I'll drag you up to the principal's office in no time flat."
Melanie slid off the table and began to dress, not even bothering to wipe her sopping cunt first. By the time she had pulled her dress over her head and had straightened it, the janitor had mopped the room.
He eyed her suspiciously. "I ain't never seen a dress on a teen bitch in this school. What are you--sophomore? Maybe about sixteen? Sweet sixteen?"
"Right," Melanie said, snatching up her purse and opening the door. He'd never believe the truth. "Sweet sixteen," she said and left.
CHAPTER FOUR
Melanie was unlocking her car in the school parking lot when she spotted a slim youth in a blue sweatsuit running across the near edge of the athletic fields where the football teams were at practice. In contrast to the helmeted, shoulder-padded forms of the football players, the running boy, hair trailing out behind him, reminded Melanie of a bounding young deer. The football players appeared ponderously slow.
One of my boys, she thought, pleased that he was out training even though cross-country practice with her wasn't officially scheduled to begin until tomorrow.
She watched him disappear behind the redbrick walls of the school, likely headed for the locker room, or perhaps back to the weight room for some more lifting.
"Go get 'em, beautiful," she said out loud.
"Are you speaking to me?" said a voice behind her.
She wheeled to stare at the chest of a very tall man. He wore a Lincoln Consolidated blazer, and the yellow L on the blue nylon appeared to pulsate at her. She raised her eyes.
"Coach Baker!" She felt herself flush. "Why, of course--who else would I be talking to." She chuckled, embarrassed.
"I'm flattered, Melanie. I see about fifty young men out on the field. Of course, most of them are no more than boys. Then again, you don't appear to be much more than a girl yourself."
Melanie flushed deeper, her face hot against the cold wind. The light drizzle that fell felt like pin pricks of ice on her skin. She giggled nervously.
"I'm old enough to have gone through five years of college," she said.
"Of course you are, honey. Just teasing. Say, how about going somewhere for coffee and a bite to eat before we get wet." He exuded coolness.
"All right. Where to?" She was showing him she could be cool too.
"I'll think of someplace," Coach Baker said. "Follow me in your car. By the way, please call me Rod."
"Rod," Melanie said out loud, driving along behind the man.
The late-afternoon darkness of October was coming on fast, and she kept her eyes on his car's warm red tail-lights as if they were beacons guiding her to someplace cozy and magical.
He certainly was a bold man, calling her Melanie when they didn't even know each other. They'd met briefly yesterday in the principal's office where Melanie was being told about the school and her duties. Coach Baker had walked in without knocking, and the principal had introduced her to the coach. Then Rod had left, apologizing for interrupting the briefing, and saying that he'd come back later.
Now, after only a few more words exchanged, they were on a first-name basis. He was calling her honey, and she was following him through the drizzle and rush-hour traffic to an unknown destination. He certainly was a bold man. Then, too, she was being quite bold herself. This wasn't like her at all. She felt almost high, really keyed up. It was no puzzle why she was feeling this way. The events in the nurse's room were responsible. She could almost hear her nerves humming. She felt like blowing the horn.
Five minutes later, Rod turned into the driveway of a large, two-story house with ivy covering the brick front. Melanie parked behind him in the driveway.
"Your house?" she asked, slamming shut the door of her Rabbit.
"The bank's, until it's paid for," he said. "I'm just the caretaker and mortgage-payer until then. We'll go in the back way."
He put his arm around her shoulder and directed her through the rear entrance.
While she used the downstairs bathroom, he built a fire in the fireplace, brewed coffee, and miraculously produced hot toasted-cheese sandwiches with pickles on the side.
"Off with your shoes. Get comfortable," he said, setting the tray of coffee and food on a low table in front of a huge overstuffed couch.
Melanie removed her shoes, but before she could settle into the soft-looking couch, Rod suggested they sit on the rug in front of the fire. The rug was as deep and soft as the couch had looked, and the warmth from the blaze in the fireplace caused Melanie to stretch like a lazy cat.
"Should I turn on a lamp, or is the light from the fire enough?" he asked.
"I can see fine," Melanie said, picking up her plate. "Do you live in this big house all alone?"
"I have a roommate," he said. He tore off half his sandwich and chomped on it. "What about you?"
"I'm staying in a rooming house temporarily, until I can find an apartment. This is only my second day in town. I'll be living alone when I do find one. I hadn't expected to be starting at the school for at least a few more days."
Rod smiled, washing down his sandwich with coffee. "Welcome to Lincoln Consolidated. They're going to milk every ounce of work out of you they can get. Why do you think the junior and senior high schools are consolidated?"
"To save money, I suppose."
"You got it, honey. This town was built by the descendants of Scrooge. They'd cram grades one through twelve into the same building if they could possibly do it, and they'd have the teachers trying to teach two classes at once. So you're going to be coaching cross-country?"
"And girls' gymnastics." She went down the list of her other duties: biology classes, study hall supervisor, school nurse.
Rod shook his head. "How'd they con you into all this?"
"They didn't con me. I'm glad to do it. I like the challenges." She went on to tell him about her straight A's throughout high school and college, and about her degrees in education and nursing. Trying to keep her voice from rising with excitement, she mentioned her sixth-place finish in the fifteen-hundred-meter run at the Olympic trials.
"You know, I watched them on TV," he said. "Damn, I wish I'd known back then that you'd be coming to Lincoln. So, you're a celebrity."
Stifling a giggle, Melanie sipped her coffee. A warm glow suffused her body.
"What about you?" she asked. "What do you coach?"
"Basketball and wrestling. I also teach history and English, and I supervise two study halls. Then I have my physical education classes. I used to assist coaching football and teach a sixth-grade civics class, but I finally put my foot down. I'd been here a few years by then, and when they tried to lay some more classes on me, I told them to shove it. I was ready to leave. They panicked--I was already doing the work of two teachers--and to hold on to me, they took away the civics class and football coaching. Take it from me--you learn to put your foot down or by next year they'll have you doing the jobs of three women. Seems to me that you're already taking the place of more than two people--the two that left just before you arrived, and the hospital nurse that used to come to school on call. Lincoln never had a resident nurse before."
"I can handle it," Melanie said. "I'm looking forward to it. I've always enjoyed challenges. They keep you alive."
"Or kill you," Rod said with a chuckle. He poured some more coffee for the two of them. "So, how was your first day of challenges?"
Melanie swallowed the last of her pickle and laid her plate on the tray.
"Fine," she said. "The students in my biology class helped me pick up where the former teacher had left off--human reproduction--and the students in my study hall were well behaved. I'll join the cross-country team tomorrow after school, and the girls' gymnastic team for morning practice."
"No nursing emergencies yet?"
Melanie swallowed her coffee with difficulty. She knew she was flushing terribly, but in the flickering firelight, Rod probably couldn't tell.
"Not yet," she answered quietly.
"Don't look so downcast, honey. Knowing the kids in that school, I can assure you that you'll soon have more emergency cases than you'll be able to handle."
Melanie forced a smile. "Very good meal," she said. "You're a good cook."
"My roommate's the cook," Rod said. "She prepared a batch of stuff for me to eat before she left to visit her mother. All I gotta do is warm up whatever I want. She'll be gone all week. I have the whole house to myself."
"I didn't know your roommate was a she."
"That's because I didn't mention it before. Now you know." He stood up to clear away the dishes and cups. "Don't go away," he said, carrying the tray out of the room.
He was gone several minutes. When he returned, he was wearing a knee-length bathrobe. His feet were bare, and the dark hairs on his muscular calves glinted in the firelight. He tossed her a large woman's bathrobe.
"Get out of those uncomfortable clothes and put on this robe," he said. "We might as well be comfortable while we talk."
"But--"
"But nothing. Don't worry--my roommate won't even know you borrowed the robe."
He squatted, his back to her, and poked at the fire before feeding it with more pine logs. Stunned by the man's assertiveness, Melanie undressed hurriedly, slipping into the robe just as he was turning around. She flung the robe shut over her naked body and quickly tied the belt.
Rod's eyes flickered like the firelight. He grinned, seating himself next to her on the thick rug. Melanie pushed her heaped clothes as far away from the two of them as she could. Despite the pine-scent of the burning logs, she thought she could detect the smell of her cunt on her panties. She'd discovered that the crotch of her panties was still wet.
Rod reached behind them and pulled one of the huge cushions off the couch. Leaned up against the heavy coffee table, the cushion provided a backrest for them. Rod leaned back, stretching his legs out. His feet were at least twice the size of Melanie's. In fact, all of him was nearly twice her size. She felt like a small girl next to her father. Rod draped his arm over her shoulder.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes," Melanie said, staring straight into the fire. Odd, but this was the first time in her life she'd sat like this with a guy. Here she was, her first day as a teacher, and she was sitting here trembling under the muscular arm of Rod as if she were a schoolgirl on her first date.
"Mind if I ask your age?" Rod asked.
"Twenty-three," Melanie answered. "Why?"
Rod chuckled. "It's just that it's hard to believe you're any older than fifteen or sixteen."
"I don't know whether I should take that as a compliment or not."
"Believe me, it's a compliment, honey. You look as luscious as a teenager, but you have the intelligence and maturity of an adult. That's a combination almost too good to be true."
Melanie felt that warm glow again. She'd have enjoyed hearing him continue his flattery, but she didn't want to give him the impression that she was egotistical, so she asked him his age.
"Half way between thirty and thirty-five," he said. "Thirty-three, actually." As he spoke, he reached over with his right hand, turned her chin toward him, and kissed her.
Melanie groaned. The instant his lips touched hers, a rush of sexual urges whirled through her cunt and up her spine. Her lips parted, and she felt his huge warm tongue slip into her mouth. Her strength draining from her, her jaw dropped and her head tilted back. Rod's tongue flicked deeper into her mouth. His hand slid inside her robe and squeezed her tit. Blindly, mechanically, without thinking about what she was doing, she reached inside his robe and wrapped her hand around his cock. His prick was so thick she was unable to close her fingers around it.
"Ah, baby," Rod muttered, kissing her all over her face. "You're a real sweet piece of ass."
He untied her robe and swept it aside, baring her body. He caressed her belly with soft, circular motions. He clutched her cunt, then began to manipulate the swollen tissues of her pussylips.
Melanie groaned, pumping his cock, sliding the skin up and down along his cockshaft. His cock was the hardest thing she had ever touched. It seemed to be constructed of a series of steel rings, one resting atop the other, the stack of rings beginning somewhere in his groin and ending where his cockhead joined the shaft of his cock, some nine or ten inches from Rod's hairy groin. As she jerked on his cock, the rings and veins stimulated her palm. Warm, prickling sensations swirled up her arm. Rod slipped two or three fingers up her cunt, and Melanie fell over into his lap. She tore his robe open and gazed at his cock, gripping his thick cockroot in her two hands.
"You like my prick, huh, baby?" Rod said, twisting his finger inside her cunt until she nearly squealed.
"Yesssss," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, yesss!"
His cock was a monster, much longer and thicker than Leslie's, even larger than the husky janitor's. Funny, but she'd never considered that all male organs weren't the same size. In fact, up until today, she'd hardly ever thought about cocks at all. She was fascinated now that they varied so much in size. She found herself literally drooling over Rod's extra-big cock. She leaned close to sniff it. The scent of his prick was so exciting that she giggled with giddiness.
"What's so funny?" Rod asked. He leaned over closer to her cunt now, and he worked his thick fingers in and out of her fuckhole vigorously.
Melanie's toes curled from the sensations caused by his fingerfucking. "Ooooh! Your cock--it's so big--so--beautiful! I love it. Mmmm!"
She pressed his monster prick to her face, rubbing its silky hot flesh up and down her cheeks. The head of his cock glowed like the coals in the fireplace. A thick gob of precum rolled down over the apple-sized prickhead, and Melanie flicked it off with her tongue.
Sweet as honey, she thought--absolutely delicious. She sank her mouth over the head of his prick and sucked, hungry for more of his hot jism.
Rod moaned. As he writhed, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs danced. "Let's sixty-nine, baby," he gasped. "Oh, sweet stuff, I wanna eat your beautiful pussy."
Melanie didn't know what sixty-nine meant, but she didn't have to. Rod slid out from behind her, throwing off his robe. His long body looked like a classical Greek sculpture. Melanie had never seen so much muscle before on one man. He tugged off her robe, nearly tearing it, then feel on his side alongside her on the rug. Wrapping his arms around her ass, he plunged his head between her legs. Melanie caught his cock once more, and used it as a handle to pull herself up close to Rod's crotch. She was shocked at the size of his nuts; they were nearly as large as eggs.
"Mmmm, big ones," she said. "Big sweet ones." Catching his nuts in her palm one at a time, she lapped at them, feeling them roll under her tongue.
Groaning, Rod began to eat her pussy. His tongue probed between her cuntlips. His teeth sank gently into the hairy slabs of her pussy, munching up and down on them. Pressing his mouth smack against her open cunt, he sucked. At the same moment, he shot his tongue up inside her fuckhole. Melanie clamped her thighs around his head, rubbing her pussy frenziedly at his face. The sensations she felt were so new, so intense, that she came instantly.
"Uhhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhh!" To alleviate somewhat the raw sensations knifing through her spasming cunt, she sank her teeth into the shaft of Rod's cock, gnawing it as if it were a piece of wood. "Uhhhhhh!"
Rod pistoned his tongue inside her. Twisting his head from side to side like a dog fighting for a bone, he chewed and stretched and filed her cuntslabs with his sharp teeth. Unable to bear the intensity of her orgasm, Melanie impaled her mouth on his cock and nearly bit off the head. The man's cock was so large that very little more than his prickhead would fit in her mouth. The moment she sank her teeth into the meaty cock, it flexed, nearly jerking out of her mouth.
"Ohhh, shit!" Rod mumbled. "Ohhhh, goddamn--awwwww!" An electrical vibration shook his cock, and a squirt of hot cum flooded Melanie's throat.
The spurt was so unexpected that she choked. While she was still choking, another hot spurt of jism jolted her tonsils. Melanie struggled to control her choking, tried to swallow the man's thick cum, but much of the hot fuck cream bubbled out of her mouth and rolled down her chin. As Rod's bucking cock shot more and more cum down her throat, Melanie continued in the throes of her own orgasm. By the time both their orgasms were finished, Melanie felt as if she'd just run a four-hundred-meter sprint.
The two of them fell apart and lay panting on their backs. Melanie imagined herself looking like a cat as she cleaned Rod's cum off her chin and tits and slurped it off her fingers. His cum was as tasty as Leslie's had been--perhaps even a little tastier--richer, better seasoned. The hissing fire cast a cloud of warmth over them and a cozy orange glow. After several minutes, Rod rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow.
"That was great, honey. I haven't been that excited in a long time, probably not since I was a horny teenager. I've never shot my load that quick. Shit, all you did is get your mouth over my cock and give it one suck--and, bang!" He grinned, pulling on his partially deflated prick. "How'd you do that?"
"That's my secret," Melanie said. She shoved her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy.
"You're one of the hottest women I've ever seen." His hand pulled his cock from base to tip, as if he were slowly milking it.
Melanie watched, fascinated, as the huge sausage of cockmeat swelled and hardened once more to full erection. Propped up on her elbow in imitation of Rod, she continued to rub and squeeze the spongy slabs of her cunt.
Her cuntmeat felt as if it were inflating and hardening sympathetically with the man's cock.
When Rod released his cock, letting his prickhead throb rhythmically against his belly, his heart-shaped cockhead pounding his belly above his navel, Melanie pulled her hand away from her cunt and spread her legs. She felt her pussyslabs throbbing in synchronized rhythm with the pulsations of Rod's cock.
Glancing down at her spread cunt, she thought she could detect visibly the hot throbbings of her cuntslabs. Flushing with embarrassment and lust, she looked up at Rod. He was gazing at her pussy as if hypnotized.
Melanie smiled with giddiness. She trembled, unable to control the shivering of her lips, then shaking of her entire body. She was flushed with heat, a heat that came only partially from the glowing, sputtering fireplace.
Rod came out of his trance and gazed into her eyes. His eyes appeared glazed, crazy. His upper lip trembled. Without his eyes leaving hers, he again wrapped his hand around his cock and began to slowly jack off. Melanie, able to mentally visualize the leering snarl her face had taken, thrust her hand into her cunt and began to jerk off with him, matching each of his strokes with a stroke of her own. She realized that they were both hypnotized, both hypnotized by each other and by shared feelings of unbridled lust.
They lay like this, watching each other jack off for several minutes. Melanie felt the sex-tension building in her cunt, felt her pussyslabs pulsing and quivering under her hand. Hot cunt juice, juice as thick and slippery as Rod's precum, oozed from her cunt and bathed her hand.
She sawed her hand between her pussylips, slipping it back and forth easily over her clit, as if it had been oiled. She was aware of her toes spreading and flexing. She was hot, and getting hotter by the moment. A whimpering sigh escaped her throat.
"Don't come, baby," Rod whispered. "Hold off until I put my cock inside you. Stay just like you are."
Rod crawled over her, then settled himself down behind her. They both lay on their sides, Rod hugging her from behind, his enormous cock, like a hot pipe, throbbing between her asscheeks. He humped a few times, sliding his smooth cock up and down her asscrack. Melanie groaned. Her cunt flooded with tingles in anticipation of his penetration into her. Fingers of sensation ran up and down her cunt and asshole simultaneously.
"Fuck me," she muttered. "Oh, Rod, shove your cock in me! Let me feel your prick, darling."
Rod gripped her cunt and slipped a few fingers inside her. Melanie gasped, wiggling her ass.
"Put your prick in me," she whispered. "The big thing--put your big cock in me." She couldn't wait. She reached back and grabbed his cock. The man's cock was so smooth and slippery, and it was jumping so wildly, that Melanie had a difficult time holding on to his prickshaft. She managed finally to control his prick, nearly sinking her fingernails into his cockshaft. She guided his cock toward her cunt, arching her back and turning up her ass so the angle of her cunt would be more ideal for penetration. The moment the head of his prick touched her cuntlips, Rod thrust, driving his cock into her two or three inches.
Melanie pulled her hand out from between their bodies, panting from the stimulation the man's wrist-thick cock was giving to her cunt. Even the janitor's big cock hadn't stretched her cunt this wide. She wondered whether she could bear any further penetration.
"Uh! Oh!" she grunted, biting her fist. "You all right, baby?"
"Fine," she half-whimpered, her pussy about to burst from the stretch while lust tore through them. The ache of the stretch was bad, but the ache of her need was worse. She gyrated her ass, crazy to impale herself onto his cock to the hilt. "Ohhhh, fuck me!"
"Baaaaby!" Rod groaned. "Ahhhhh!" With the strength of an ox, he rammed his cock up her agonizingly tight cunt, jolting her ass with his rock-hard abdomen.
Melanie cried out, tears welling in her eyes. It hurt incredibly, and yet it felt so good. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Oh, darling, yes! Mmmmm!"
She wiggled her ass as if she had ants crawling up her asshole. Rod began to drive his enormous cock in and out of her cunt. His belly smacked her ass with each thrust, jolting her so fiercely that her skull vibrated. The elastic tissues of her cunt stretched, releasing hot tingles throughout her body.
The friction of cockmeat to cuntmeat made Melanie whine, her nerve-ends being filed raw by his plunging, tusklike cock. She wriggled, impaled on the big man's cock as if she were impaled on a sword.
"Ohhhhh, good," she muttered. "Ohhh, sooo good!"
"You said it!" Rod moaned. "Ohhh, baby! Ah! Ahhhh!"
He threw his arms around her. His big hands filled with her tits, juggling them, kneading them, twisting the nipples. Melanie bit at his forearms, unable to control herself. Prickling sensations showered through her body. Her clit began to pulsate rhythmically, her cunt to contract. She wanted to die.
Rod ground his cock into her, rotating his ass as he thrust, his cock corkscrewing her cunt wildly, stimulating every hot fold of her pussy. The feelings in Melanie's cunt surged to a peak. She clawed at the rug as she began to explode with orgasm.
"Ohhh, Rod!" she moaned. "Ohhh, the feeeelings! Ahhhh!"
"Hold on, baby," Rod grunted, pistoning his cock inside her with such speed that her spasming cuntflesh sizzled. "Oh, Jesus, here it comes!" His words became a series of wild grunts and moans. His cock flexed and spurted.
Melanie's orgasm increased in intensity as his jism washed her contracting pussy. She was stunned by the heat of his cum, stunned by its explosive force. Each new spurt of jism seemed to drill into her quivering cunt walls, stimulating further spasms.
Toward the end, they writhed together in a synchronized rhythm, Rod's cock swelling and contracting just as a fresh spasm shook Melanie's cunt, and they groaned together, whining out their pleasure like mating cats.
When they finished fucking, they lay together for a long time. Melanie felt as if she and Rod were one and the same person, welded together permanently at their crotches, Rod's beautiful hard cock inside her cunt forever.
Both of them were sweating, both panting, their hearts pulsing almost in perfect rhythm. Rod's upper teeth were rested lightly on her neck. His warm spit trickled down her shoulders. Her nipples twitched in his fingers.
She could feel the pulsebeat of his cock inside her cunt. They were one. She wished she could remain like this forever.
Later, when the fire no longer flamed, when the hearth was a heap of coals, Melanie awoke from a nap. They were still joined. Rod's cock was still hard inside her pussy. He was breathing deeply, asleep.
Beautiful! Melanie thought. Oh, beautiful! And she began to wiggle her ass, began to slide herself back and forth on Rod's marble-slick cock. Even in his sleep, Rod responded by beginning to fuck.
By the time he woke up, his cock was sliding in and out of Melanie's pussy with the full force of heavy fucking, and Melanie was seeing stars.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melanie crept out of Rod's house just as the first silvery glow of the approaching new day pushed at the blackness in the east. She carried her shoes and pantyhose, stepping out barefoot into the cold October morning. She could see her breath, and she was glad that she didn't have to cross the frosted grass to get to her car.
The vinyl-covered car seat was dry and brittle from the cold, and she shoved her pantyhose between the icy vinyl and her bare legs before she started the car. She also slipped her shoes on over her bare feet. With the car heater blasting cold air against her legs, she backed out of the driveway.
Luckily, there were few cars on the streets at this hour. Despite the invigorating morning air, she was too sleepy and exhausted to be very alert. She caught herself stopping for a green light. She hoped she wouldn't run any red ones.
They'd fucked all night. Literally. They'd dozed between bouts of fucking. And by the end of the night, bouts they were!
Why they had gone on fucking long after they'd both been exhausted, Melanie couldn't understand. It had become a kind of madness, almost a kind of masochism. Melanie wondered whether Rod hadn't drugged the coffee. Or maybe it was the pickles.
The pickles had tasted pretty spicy. Maybe they'd been pickled in a solution of Spanish fly. She'd overheard discussions about that popular and supposedly powerful aphrodisiac. Some women who had been slipped Spanish fly had supposedly committed suicide when no cock could satisfy them. She'd never believed a word of those stories, but after last night, she wondered whether there might not be just some truth to them.
She crept into the rooming house where she was staying even more quietly than she had sneaked out of Rod's house. She dreaded the thought of meeting the landlady, one of those unsmiling, hawk-nosed old women whose main business is to make everybody else's business her own.
Word would get around quickly that the new teacher had spent her second night in town "out." Not only that, Melanie could almost hear the woman on the phone, but she staggered home at dawn carrying her shoes and pantyhose. Now why do you suppose she took those off?
Melanie made it to her room without incident. Quickly stripping, she reached for her robe and toiletries and headed down the hall to the bathroom. It was unoccupied, thank God. After switching on the light and locking the door, she plopped her ass down on the toilet, casting her robe on the floor. Immediately, she began to piss.
The piss hissed out like milk out of a cow's bursting udder. It was so hot that it seared her pussylips like a stream of fire. Her cunt was raw, sore. The piss felt like acid against her cock-burned pussy flesh, and even the slight muscular effort needed to get her piss stream flowing had hurt.
Her cunt had been stretched and chafed unmercifully. She'd strained every last muscle in her pussy and thighs, and had strained muscles she'd never used before. Despite the burning sensation, the emptying of her bladder provided wonderful relief. As her piss stream slowed, she moaned.
She sat in the tub and began filling it with hot water. She relaxed as the water ran, letting the water slowly rise over her legs. By the time the water reached her tits, causing them to float like buoys, she was sighing over the feeling of relief the hot bath was providing her battered loins. It was still early. She could sit like this for an hour before any of the other roomers demanded use of the bathroom.
As the water soothed her cunt, as it seeped inside her pussy and douched away the cum that had been shot into her repeatedly since yesterday afternoon, she wondered why she had let herself be fucked so many times.
Hadn't she lived contentedly for twenty-three years without sex, without men? Where would she be now had she been like the majority of girls, the empty-headed little sluts whose only concerns were a cock up the cunt and a husband in the hand, a husband to support them and take care of them while they laid around at home gazing mindlessly at their soap operas? She knew where she'd be--exactly where they were. She'd have accomplished nothing.
And perhaps, if she let things go on like this--letting men take advantage of her, refusing to struggle against the feelings that had gained control over her when she was with those men yesterday--perhaps she'd end up like the majority of females: too drugged on sex and men to go on and make something great out of her life.
As she stood drying herself, the bath water swirling and gurgling down the drain, she imagined her sins--her stupidity of yesterday and last night--streaming down the drain with the water.
She was clean again, fresh again, bathed and soothed. Today was a day to begin anew, to begin anew as she had begun yesterday before Leslie had entered her office and that whole dizzy series of events had been set in motion. Today would be different! Today she would be strong--the real Melanie Roberts, allowing no temptations or attempts at seduction to interfere with the goals and ideals she'd set for herself so long ago.
With an extra yank on the belt of her bathrobe, she pushed open the bathroom door and marched down the hall to get ready for school. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, bathing the hallway.
CHAPTER SIX
Her second-period biology class was not at all well behaved this morning. Yesterday they'd been serious and cooperative. Today, it was as if they were a different group. The girls were red-faced and the boys were giggling. It was the beginning of complete chaos, and Melanie had no idea how to handle the situation. They hadn't told her in her college classes that things like this would happen.
"But how does the male get the sperm-containing fluid into the female?" the boy in the cowboy hat asked, smirking and glancing around at his other classmates for approval.
Melanie knew he was going to continue asking that question until he got the answer he wanted, and she knew perfectly well that he already knew the answer. She felt like telling him to take off that stupid hat and to shut up but instead she stood there searching for words, aware that she was blushing more deeply than most of the girls. In fact, a lot of the girls were giggling and smirking along with the boys.
"Through sexual intercourse," Melanie told him again. "Through the copulation of the male and female sexual organs. Let's get on to the important part of this whole process now, shall we? Fertilization, cell-division, embryology. Those are the things you'll have to know to pass this course."
"Miss Roberts," said the boy seated next to the boy in the cowboy hat.
"Yes," Melanie said, not hiding the irritation in her voice.
They were taking turns firing questions at her, as if they had memorized their lines beforehand.
"Miss Roberts, I'm still not sure I understand how the sperm gets inside the female so it can come in contact with the egg. What was that word you used--copulation? I've never heard it before."
Melanie had had it. "Fucking!" she shouted. "I'm sure you know what that word means. Perhaps you'd like to stand up and explain it to the class."
The questioner slumped in his seat. A hush came over the class, although a few boys tittered nervously. Melanie smirked inwardly, pleased at how she'd taken them all by surprise. They hadn't expected that. Now maybe they'd all shut up.
A warm sensation, a sensation Melanie vaguely defined as a sense of power, caused her to straighten herself. She felt taller, wiser. The wisdom of experience, she thought. Very few of these kids are older than fifteen. She could handle them.
"Now," she continued, "I want half the class up here to study these charts of the developing embryo. The other half will read the chapter on embryology. When the first group is finished up here, the second group will come up to study the charts and the first group will return to their seats and read the chapter."
At least for the time being, Melanie felt she had them under control. The first group gathered around the charts on the blackboard while Melanie removed the model of the pregnant woman from one of the lab cabinets and set it up on the counter next to the aquarium.
Melanie sat on a lab stool, listening in on their comments and adding comments of her own to clarify points. The students at last appeared truly interested in learning, and Melanie was delighted. Had one of the students not dropped a section of the model, and had not Melanie bent to the floor to pick it up, she would never have noticed the activity taking place in the rear of the classroom She handed the dropped piece of the model back to the student who had lost it, then discreetly turned her attention to the back of the room. She was seated behind a group of students, and thus had to peer between them to get a good look, but she enjoyed a clear view, though limited.
What she had seen while bending down was a set of bare feet behind all the shod feet of the students in the front rows of seats. The naked feet, although there were two of them, were not a pair of feet belonging to one person, but rather the left foot of a boy and the smaller right foot of a girl.
The feet were stoking each other passionately, toes wriggling and clasping, toenails clawing insteps. It was the hottest game of footsie Melanie had ever witnessed, and now she strained her neck and eyes to see more of it.
Sitting upright now, she could look directly under the desks at the shameless teenaged couple. Though they were seven rows back--in the last row, against the rear of the classroom--Melanie had no difficulty clearly seeing what they were up to.
Her difficulty was not in seeing, but in believing what she saw. The boy's cock stuck up out of his fly, and the girl's hand was wrapped around his prick. While the girl stared under the desk, obviously fascinated by the boy's cock, the boy, eyes closed, rolled his flushed head from side to side. The girl's hand moved frantically in his lap as the game of footsie continued below. Melanie froze, gawking. Tingles of lust surged through her cunt.
"Miss Roberts," a voice said, and Melanie jumped.
The girl's question was asinine: "How long does a pregnancy last?"
"Nine months," Melanie answered, almost cursing out loud for being interrupted in her voyeurism. She just couldn't miss the completion of the show in the back of the room. Melanie couldn't even begin to guess why the scene excited her so--perhaps because the couple's actions were not only shameless, but so blatantly daring as well.
The boy was humping now, his ass bouncing gently on his chair seat. His prick resembled a white candlestick, sliding rhythmically in the girl's moving hand.
The girl leaned over, watching more closely the white pole of his cock throb and swell. The boy, eyes still closed, placed his hand on top of the girl's head. The girl appeared to resist his push momentarily before lowering her lips to his cockhead. She sank her mouth down over the boy's cock and started to suck. The boy stiffened.
Melanie crossed her legs. She was as stunned by the way this scene was affecting her as by the scene itself. Her cuntlips throbbed, on fire. She needed to thrust her hands up her skirt and to crush the itch out of her cunt. A student disturbed her view for a moment, and she almost grabbed him and threw him aside. When she caught sight of the couple again, the boy was squirming, and the girl's head was bobbing up and down over his cock.
It was over almost before it had begun. The boy jerked, His eyes opening for a moment and rolling madly in their sockets. The girl's head snapped back, as if blown off the boy's cock by the force of his ejaculation. Her hand moved furiously up and down the spit-slick cock while the boy pumped jism into the air.
Melanie could see the white ropes of cum splat against the underside of the desktop, then drip to the floor like drooled gobs of spittle. Like a six-gun, the boy's cock shot off a half-dozen times in rapid succession. Then, almost before his prick had finished shooting, the boy grabbed his cock and forced it back inside his pants, struggling to zip up his fly. The girl straightened up, flushed, licking cum from her lips and making a face.
The taste of cum nauseates her, Melanie thought, and she was astounded. Stupid little bitch, wasting all that precious jism!
The couple, as if suddenly overcome with guilt or embarrassment, began casting glances around them. Before they could glimpse Melanie's eyes upon them, Melanie looked away, giving her attention as best she could to her teaching duties once more.
As the class went on, as Melanie absent-mindedly answered questions about embryology and pregnancy, as she removed and replaced parts of the plastic model and explained the charts hanging on the wall, she couldn't get her mind off the unbelievable scene that had taken place in a matter of two or three minutes in the back of the classroom.
When she called the second group up to the front, the shameless pair walked up coolly to study the charts. Their faces had quickly lost the sex-flush. Looking at them, you'd never guess what they had been doing five minutes earlier. Melanie questioned both of them about the reading material. They answered with only a hint of nervousness.
Sex education, Melanie thought. These kids need sex education? They ought to be teaching her!
After class, Melanie went to the back of the deserted classroom. What she had witnessed had certainly been real. The boy's cum still lay on the floor in puddles. She felt the underside of the desktop. Cum still clung to it, and Melanie wiped it off with her hand and sniffed it. The scent made her groan.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I'm obsessed, Melanie thought, watching the girls stretch from side to side as they sat in the full-split position. They had such nubile young bodies. Their cunts at this moment were all wide open. Their thin cotton gymnastic outfits only accentuated the sexy curves of their adolescent bodies, lifting even higher their already pointed, braless young tits, clinging obscenely to their perfectly rounded asscheeks.
A dozen young girls exercised on the gray mats in the girls' gymnasium. They might as well have all been naked, impaled on erect cocks, because that's how Melanie was visualizing them now. The boy's cum had been like a drug--one sniff of his jism and Melanie had lost control. She could think of nothing but sex now. Her cunt pulsated. She wondered whether her girls had hot cunts too.
"Sheila," Melanie called out to a small dark-haired girl with the most beautiful raisin eyes, "point those toes. Regardless of what exercise you're doing, keep those toes pointed."
"It turns the guys on," the pug-nosed blonde at the front of the group yelled, glancing over her shoulder at Sheila. And the comment drew blushes and giggles.
"All right, Roxanne," Melanie chided the blonde, "let's keep our minds on gymnastics instead of boys."
"I'll try," Roxanne said, "but it ain't easy."
"That's isn't, not ain't."
"Yes, Miss Roberts."
"All right, everybody on your feet. We'll see what you've learned about tumbling."
As the gymnastics workout progressed, as Melanie watched the bare legs, the pointed toes, the firm tits, she began to find herself studying each girl intensely, wondering how many times the girl had been fucked, wondering whether the girl liked the taste of cum, or whether the girl rubbed her pussy in bed at night.
Scoring each girl for her gymnastic abilities, noting on the chart the girl's strengths and weaknesses, planning a program to help the girl improve--these things became secondary for Melanie. She filled out the score-charts mechanically, automatically, while in her imagination she saw each girl naked, saw each girl in some obscene position with a big cock pistoning in her cunt.
She wondered how long each girl took to reach orgasm while being fucked, wondered if the girl cried out or bit her lips while coming, or whether she liked fucking or sucking better. By the end of the workout, the crotch of Melanie's gymnastic outfit was so sopping wet with cunt juice that she was ashamed to get up off her seat on the bleachers for fear that the girls would notice.
When the bell rang, signaling the end of the period and the beginning of lunch-break, Melanie remained seated, legs crossed, pretending to write while the girls filed out of the gym to take their showers.
Fifteen minutes later, Melanie thought it safe to go down to the locker room. By now, all the girls would have taken their showers, dressed, and gone to lunch. The locker room would be deserted, and she could take her shower in peace. She couldn't wait to get this tight outfit off and to get into the shower. She'd have the privacy there to relieve herself of her unbearable sexual tension.
Had it not been for the maintenance man who had repeatedly entered the gym, using the gym as a short-cut for hauling tools and ladders to the furnace room next door, Melanie would have already jacked off in the bleachers.
As she had hoped, Melanie found the locker room blessedly deserted, and she slipped out of her gym suit almost before she'd locked the door. Naked, alone at last, she danced giddily in front of a large wall-mirror, watching her tits flap, her cherrylike nipples quivering at their tips.
Turning her back to the mirror, she leaned forward and raised her ass. Craning her neck to see over her shoulder, she took a quick look at her cunt. The pussyhair was matted, drenched with the cunt juices she had leaked.
She spread her cuntlips with her fingertips. The pussymeat between them was inflamed and glistening. She could see down into her cunt, and her cunt walls were twitching with need. She straightened up and ran to the shower room.
The shower room was divided into three tiled areas: one open area for the girls to dry off in, and two enclosed areas, each having a dozen or so shower heads protruding from their tiled walls like chrome pricks. Melanie entered the open area and was about to enter the first of the two shower areas, when she realized that someone had left a shower running in the second shower enclosure.
Damn those girls, she thought. Hadn't their parents ever taught them responsibility?
Wasting water like that was disgraceful!
She was on the verge of swinging into the room where the shower was running, when she stopped and listened. Under the hiss of the running shower, she thought she'd heard another sound--a short giggle or a squeal. Edging close to the open entry way, feeling the light steam from the running shower caress her face and twirl up her nostrils, she pressed up against the tiled wall and peered around the corner into the room.
She had heard a giggle, and it had come from one or the other of the two girls standing together naked under a single shower. The sight was shockingly new to Melanie, and she wondered whether she was seeing things.
The girls were hugging each other, bellies and tits pressed together, hands stroking each other's backs. The steaming spray of water that showered them made them resemble water nymph sculptures under a fountain. Their flawlessly smooth skin shone.
Though standing in one spot, they swayed together as if dancing, bodies rubbing, lips locked in a kiss. Melanie recognized the shorter of the two as the dark-haired sophomore, Sheila, and the taller girl as the smug blonde senior, Roxanne. Sheila was the youngest and least experienced member of the gymnastics team, while Roxanne was her opposite, the senior star. If Sheila was being seduced, she didn't have a chance against Roxanne. Their kiss finally ended.
Sheila shivered, panting audibly, gazing up into Roxanne's eyes. Roxanne grinned down at her.
"How was that, you little gypsy?"
"Mmm! Let's do it again," Sheila said, raising up on her toes, lips puckered for another kiss.
Roxanne inclined her head and swallowed the younger girl's lips. Sheila's cheeks swelled and moved, and Melanie could tell that Roxanne was licking out the smaller girl's mouth. As the kiss continued, Roxanne slid her hand down Sheila's ass until she was rubbing and squeezing Sheila's pussy. Sheila lifted one leg and wrapped it around Roxanne's legs. Sheila's toes flexed sensuously. Their kiss broke.
"Ohhh, Roxanne!" Sheila sighed. "Oh, I love you. I can't believe how good you're making me feel."
Roxanne drew her hand away from Sheila's crotch and lifted it to her lips, licking her fingers as if she'd been eating fried chicken.
"You've got a sweet cunt," Roxanne said. "I love you younger chicks. Your pussies all taste like candy." She sucked on her fingers, then offered them to Sheila to suck.
Sheila sucked obediently, gazing up all the while into Roxanne's eyes. While she sucked, she slid her own hand down between Roxanne's legs and twisted it sensuously.
After coating her fingers with Roxanne's cunt juices, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked them.
"Mmmm! You taste better, Roxanne. I love you."
She began to suck Roxanne's tits. Her long hair hung perfectly straight along her cheeks, the dripping ends of her hair tickling her own tits.
Roxanne, her own long hair dripping, tossed her head back and rolled it. Water showered over her face, and she opened her mouth, laughing as the younger girl munched on her huge tits. Though Roxanne's body was slim and lithe, her tits were enormous, and Melanie found herself envying them.
Sheila licked every inch of Roxanne's overgrown tits, then lapped her way slowly down Roxanne's belly, pausing at Roxanne's navel to drive her tongue into it. Sucking her way down Roxanne's lower belly, Sheila dropped onto her knees.
Positioned like a slave girl before her blonde queen, Sheila drove her open mouth at Roxanne's cunt, swallowing a mouthful of her dripping golden cunt bush. Roxanne spread her legs, letting Sheila enjoy her cunt fully.
"Oh, Sheila, you gypsy angel!" Roxanne moaned. "I never imagined that you liked pussy-eating so much." She shivered. "Oooh, you eat cunt better than any cuntsucking boy I've met."
As if stimulated by Roxanne's words, Sheila twisted her head from side to side, slurping and munching Roxanne's cunt so vigorously, that Melanie could hear the obscene sounds of cunt-eating. At the same time, Sheila thrust her hand between her own legs, kneading and rubbing her pussy, fingerfucking her cunt as if she had a cock buried inside her.
Watching Sheila begin to jack off, Melanie thrust her own hand against her cunt. Prying apart her pussylips, she drove her middle finger inside her fuckhole and began to finger-fuck the seething walls of her cunt. Driving the finger up. her cunt was like puncturing a grapefruit. Pussy juice leaked out and ran down over her hand like warm water. Wonderful sensations flooded her cunt.
Roxanne pushed Sheila away. "Let's do this right," she said. "This way we're both only getting half the fun." Sheila sat back on her heels, watching wide-eyed as Roxanne backed out of the shower spray and lay down on her back near the center of the shower room where the warm water swirled around her. Spreading her legs, she offered herself to Sheila in a perfect frontal fuck position. Gripping her pussylips, she spread her cunt.
"Get up over me and we'll sixty-nine," Roxanne said. "That way, we'll both get the feeling and both get the taste."
Sheila squealed giddily. Within seconds, she had positioned herself on all fours over Roxanne. From this angle, Melanie could see a good deal of Sheila's wiggling ass.
Melanie watched enviously as Sheila lowered her hot little pussy to Roxanne's lips. Sheila's groans were so passionate that Melanie imagined them as her own. Melanie could almost feel Roxanne's lips and tongue against her own cunt as Roxanne began to eat out Sheila's pussy. Melanie rammed her finger in and out of her cunt, watching in disbelief as the two girls ate out each others' pussies.
"Mmmm! You taste so good," Roxanne muttered, her pink tongue flicking up and down the lips of Sheila's cunt, which she was holding apart with her thumbs.
Even in the steam-dimmed light, Melanie could see a glinting of pink cunt meat between the younger girl's legs, and for a moment, Melanie wished that she was lying on her back under the squirming younger girl, her tongue sampling the sweet cunt juices tapped from Sheila's adolescent cunt.
Melanie yanked her finger out of her cunt and thrust the dripping digit into her mouth. Her own pussy juice had a salty-sweet taste, but she pretended that the cunt juice belonged to Sheila, and that it was as sweet as honeyed milk. After sampling the taste of her cunt, Melanie went back to her fingerfucking, this time ramming three fingers up her fuckhole instead of one.
The two young gymnasts lay in the steamy warmth of the shower room, water swirling around their bodies and gurgling into the drain, the hiss of the fountainlike shower above them. Their young bodies were locked in a shameless sexual embrace, tits rubbing bellies, fingers prying apart cunts, heads buried between thighs. Roxanne's dripping blonde hair fanned out on the floor, pulled toward the drain by the perpetually flowing water. Sheila lay on the girl with her full weight, mashing Roxanne's nose and lips with her fucking crotch.
Sheila's head bobbed between Roxanne's thighs. Their slurping and munching so wild it was audible, the two young girls rocked back and forth, sucking out each others' cunts, moaning with pleasure and giggling with giddiness.
Melanie knew that the two girls were so intent on what they were doing--so filled with lust and pleasure, so hungry for each other that had she walked in on them at that moment, they would not have noticed her. The scene was too exciting to watch anymore. While fucking her fingers in and out of her cunt, Melanie rotated her thumb against her clit. A swirl of prickling sensations wound through her cunt. She wrapped her legs around each other and clamped her hand hard to her cunt. Her orgasm mushroomed, causing her to lean against the wall to support herself. She chewed her lip to stifle the groans beginning in her throat.
Melanie watched the pair of cuntsucking girls through a haze of orgasmic tears. She was dizzy, her vision blurred. The two girls appeared to be rocking together in slow motion. All at once, they began to shudder.
"Ohhhhhhh, wow!" Roxanne moaned, her cries muffled by Sheila's cunt, which fit over her nose and mouth like a surgical mask. "Ohhhh, Sheilaaaa!"
"I love you, Roxanne," the younger girl groaned, her words squeezing out from between Roxanne's jerking thighs. "Ohhhh, Roxannnnnnne! Ahhh!"
The little girl's ass shivered, jerking wildly. Melanie watched as Sheila bucked her hips in the same frenzied manner as Leslie had bucked his in the nurse's office yesterday.
Girl orgasm or boy orgasm, they were both as uncontrolled as a seizure. And they were beautiful to watch, as beautiful to watch as a shooting star or the swoop of a swallow. Melanie watched both girls vibrate with orgasm until they fell apart sighing and giggling.
Melanie hid in the first shower enclosure until the girls had left the shower room to dress. As they dressed, she sat on the floor, listening to their conversation and waiting for them to go to lunch so she could take her own shower. She felt grubby. Her cunt bush was matted with cunt juice, and cunt juice had leaked down her legs. She rubbed the slippery fuck cream into her skin.
"My brother's got a prick like a big carrot," Sheila said, following her statement with a shriek.
"How do you know?" Roxanne asked. "Because he lets me see it almost every night. Not only that, but he tries to put his cock in me, too."
"And do you let him?"
"Of course not," Sheila said. "No way!"
"You ought to," Roxanne said. "If I had a brother, I sure'd let him fuck me."
Later, as the two girls were leaving the locker room, Sheila asked, "What do you think of the new coach?"
"Miss Roberts?" Roxanne asked. "For a teacher, I think she's a real cute chick. I wouldn't mind tasting her pussy--not at all."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The workout had gone well. The boys were delighted to have Melanie along running with them, and they were amazed at the ease with which she kept up with their best pace. She could tell they were testing her, especially on the hills, and she smiled to herself as she maintained an easy flow of conversation while the boys grunted out words between gasps for breath.
Now, headed back toward the school after a ten-mile loop through the hills outside of town, Melanie let her legs stretch over the last mile, showing the entire team that she could outrun any one of them.
After yesterday's cold and rain, today had turned clear and warm, and Melanie and the team had dressed in trunks and T-shirts instead of sweatsuits. As she glided the last hundred yards along the edge of the football field where the football team was doing its best to annihilate itself, Melanie drew a horde of stares and even a whistle.
This break in the players' concentration infuriated the football coaches, whose voices erupted in a chorus of cursing which was directed at the players, and possibly toward Melanie.
Melanie trotted the last few yards, then collapsed on the grass next to the school building. As her breathing normalized, as she pulled off her running shoes, she saw the first few members of her cross-country team come into view across the football field. The boy in the lead was Tommy Willis, the boy she had noticed yesterday afternoon just before Rod had sneaked up on her in the parking lot.
She could tell already that Tommy was her best runner, with those long, supple legs of his. And he was cute, too. Melanie had fallen in love with his brown eyes. He was a shy one, though; he spoke only when spoken to, and even then, just a word or two.
Tommy and another runner joined Melanie on the grass, and within a few minutes, the entire team had arrived and was grouped around her. The scent of their male sweat made Melanie a little dizzy and caused a slight flicker of excitement in her cunt, but Melanie tried to push all thoughts of their masculinity out of her head.
Instead, she thought of them as runners, as athletes, and of herself as their coach. She couldn't let the feelings that had been hounding her these last two days enter into her relationship with her runners. In a way, they were her last hope. Sex had not yet entered into her dealings with them, as it had in her dealings with almost every other aspect of her affiliation with this school. She needed to keep it that way. Otherwise, she thought, I'll be lost.
"OK, guys," she said, looking around at them, "that was a good workout. If you all keep at it, running like you did today, and if you get plenty of sleep every night, we'll win a lot of meets. We could even go to the state tournament!"
The boys looked at each other, grinning. Melanie felt somewhat odd lecturing them, because they were all taller than she was. For a moment, she thought it impossible that she was their coach. In a way, despite them all being years younger than her, they impressed her as being her big brothers. She'd never felt safer running out on the roads than she had today.
"OK--hit the showers, and I'll see you all tomorrow."
Melanie sat absently fiddling with a loose thread in one of her running shoes as she watched the boys file into the school. The last boy in line was Tommy Willis, his smooth legs still bronze from a summer of running in the sunshine, the muscles flexing and quivering under his skin with his slightest movement.
As he stepped through the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder at Melanie. When he saw that she was looking, he blushed, then fled into the school. Melanie felt excitement tighten her skin.
Now why do you suppose he did that? Melanie wondered, almost saying the words out loud. And then, as if someone had switched on a tape recorder inside her head, a rush of new thoughts crossed her mind. She found herself wondering about Tommy's cock-- wondering how long his prick was, how fat it was, wondering what his cock looked like hard, whether the boy played with it often, wondering whether his cock had ever fucked a girl.
The boy must be a living Adonis with his clothes off, she mused. What she'd already seen of his unclothed body--his legs, his feet, his arms--was all flawlessly developed and shaped. She was sure that the boy possessed abdominal and chest muscles as squared-off and clean-cut as a Greek statue.
His loins and ass were bound to be tight and boxed, with a magnificent set of cock and balls thrusting out from a curly-haired groin.
Melanie's thoughts astounded her. She'd never realized what an appreciation she had for the male body.
The sounds of cursing and the coaches' whistles broke in upon her thoughts. There was war going on out on the football field, war between the players, and war between the coaches and the players. Even from the great distance between where she sat and where the team was practicing, Melanie could hear the violent crunching sounds of armored players colliding, could hear their grunts of viciousness and pain.
How different were those football players from her cross-country runners! Her runners were all rather mild-mannered, and their bodies were supple and light as opposed to heavy and armored. While her runners were down in the showers, rinsing the clean sweat from a run in the country off their lithe bodies, the football players were beating each others' brains out across the mutilated turf.
Later Melanie would decide that the image of her runners dancing naked under the showers was what caused her to do the foolish thing she did. The thought of them all downstairs in the locker room, cocks flapping like meaty tails as they walked or possibly sticking straight up in the air--the thought of them displaying their beautiful male bodies shamelessly and completely made Melanie groan out loud in frustration.
It was such a waste, she lamented--all that beautiful male flesh on display, but no appreciative female eyes to view it.
Melanie never would be able to remember when it was that she rose to her feet like a sleepwalker and began her fatal walk toward the boys' locker room, or at what point in her thoughts she realized that she was descending, barefooted, the concrete steps that led into sweat-scented, jock-scented chambers where only males had ever dared enter.
When she did finally realize what she was doing, however, she found herself too weak with excitement to turn back. The boys' cocks were drawing her like the magnetic fingers of a hypnotist. As she stepped into the humid locker room, she heard the distant shouts and laughter of her team in the showers. She froze.
She stood just inside the locker room, trembling, unable to move, at a complete loss as to what she intended to do, where she intended to hide. She could hide in the coaches' office, could turn off the lights inside and peep at the boys through the picture window that looked out on the locker room. But what if one of the coaches came along; where would she escape to?
She thought of hiding under one of the benches, or in the shadows--the room was dimly lit--or in a locker. All absurd; she might just as well try hiding in a crack in the ceiling.
Then it hit her--the realization of the absurdity of her being here in the first place. Making a supreme effort, as if trying to force herself to wake from a nightmare, Melanie spun on her heels to flee back up the steps. The moment her back was turned, a wet hand gripped her shoulder.
"Don't go," a voice said. "I knew you'd come. In here--hide."
The hand had marched her toward the darkened rear of the locker room before she came out of her shock and could see who was guiding her. It was Tommy, but before she could say a word to him, he shoved her into a dark closet smelling of disinfectants.
"Wait until the others leave," he whispered, putting his index finger to his lips. Then he turned and marched back toward the front of the room, swinging a towel in one hand.
Water dripped from his matted, shoulder-length hair and ran down his bronze back like raindrops on a waxed automobile hood. He was naked, his asscheeks tight and boxed, just as Melanie had imagined.
Melanie found herself in a small utility closet which was crammed full of mops and boxes. Tommy had left the door slightly ajar, so she could peek out and get a good view of the two sets of benches between the corridor of lockers.
Tommy had sat down on one of the benches and was slowly dabbing water off his legs. Two other boys suddenly appeared, one snapping a towel at the other boy's fleeing ass. The fleeing boy's cock stood up out of his groin like a cannon.
"Cut it out!" he yelled.
"Serves you right, you horny bugger," said the boy with the towel. "Hot for the new coach, ain't you?"
"Not any hotter for her than you are," said the boy with the hard cock. "Your own prick is half up."
While they were still talking, the other boys began appearing, stomping barefooted around the corner of the row of lockers and taking their places along the two benches in front of their personal lockers. Some of the boys were naked, dragging towels, others wore towels around their waists, which they promptly yanked off upon reaching their lockers. Almost every one of the boys was in some stage of erection, although none of them had a cock as stiff and standing as the first boy who had entered.
Melanie couldn't believe so much cockmeat existed. On the ten boys in front of her, she estimated five pounds of cock flesh. And they all had nicely stuffed ball-sacs dangling underneath their cocks.
She had to cross her legs and crush her cuntslabs between them to avoid moaning. Suddenly the closet felt as if it were a hundred degrees, and Melanie detected sweat dripping off her nose. She braced her hands against the doorjambs to help control her trembling.
"I'd like to fuck her," announced the boy with the fully erect cock. "We'd all like to fuck her. Why play games?" He grabbed his cock and stroked it.
All the boys turned to face the center of the corridor. They leaned back against their lockers. Cocks were stiffening like magic. Even Tommy was leaning against his locker, and his cock was one of the largest of the bunch. Melanie swallowed down a moan.
"Last one to come sucks his ma's ass," one of the boys proclaimed, and the other boys laughed, each beginning to jerk his hand up and down along his stiff cock.
Melanie had read about boys behaving like this, but she'd never actually believed that they did such things. She'd thought that the sex researchers who reported such things only did so for shock effect or to have something more to write about. But these boys obviously knew what they were doing. This was no one-time accident she was witnessing.
The way the boys had all snapped to attention and had lined up along their lockers with hardly a mutter showed that they were as accustomed to jacking off together as they were to taking showers. She was as fascinated now watching them as she was excited. The boys glanced around at each other while they beat their cocks, as if to determine who was in the lead in this race to blow off their cocks. Their hands maintained similar rhythms, working the skin up and down their cockshafts, popping their bell-shaped cockheads in and out of their fists. They were all right-handed cockbeaters.
Some of the boys cupped their sacs in their left hands, massaging their nuts while they jacked off. Others let their heavy ball-sacs swing free, flapping up and down under their jerking hands. Melanie noticed another similarity among them: They all leaned slightly forward, backs rounded, loins gently humping as they pumped. They were all models of concentration.
"I'd like to suck coach's tits," muttered one of the boys.
"I'd like to lick her ass," muttered another.
"Ram my cock up her hot cunt," another said.
"Suck off her pussy," said yet another.
And they continued to express their lust for Melanie in words that were whispered, or grunted, or muttered between their teeth. Their obscene talk echoed through the locker room in what began to sound like a pulsating song. Melanie could tell that each boy's talk was exciting not only himself, but all the other boys as well.
The rhythm of their cockpumping increased. Their bare asses gently thumped their lockers as they jacked off. Heads began to sway. The muscles of their arms and shoulders writhed. The ridges of their lean abdominal muscles undulated. Sweat trickled down their bodies. Melanie imagined herself witnessing some secret jungle ritual. The spirit of their common lust throbbed through the stillness of the humid air.
"Ohhh, mannn!" one of the boys groaned. He was the instigator of this mass jacking off ritual, the boy who had come running out of the shower with his cock pointed at the ceiling, and who had_ first announced his lust for Melanie. Now, he was also the first boy to blow his load of jism. "Ohhhh, wowww!"
Melanie could see his eyes rolling. His skinny body jerked. Long white ropes of jism shot out of his cock, pelting the gray bench in front of him. While he was still shooting cum, a second boy let out a pained moan and began spurting thick gobs of cum into the air. He was a tall, frail-looking boy, and his thin body quivered like a plucked bow-string as he spasmed.
The squirting orgasms of the first two boys set off a chain reaction among the other boys. Melanie could no longer tell what new boy was groaning with his approaching orgasm, or what spurt of cum belonged to which cock. It seemed that they were suddenly all shooting their wads at once.
Cum was everywhere, flying through the air and landing with audible splats on the gray benches in front of the two rows of boys. The room erupted in a frenzy of groans and sighs and giggles. The boys reminded Melanie of fountain sculptures, perpetually shooting arcs of liquid through the air.
She could smell their cum; an alkaline mist seemed to waft through the air and roll into the closet like a fog. She inhaled deeply the scent of boyish lust--lust inspired by herself. She thrust her hand down her running shorts and filed her fingers up and down over her clit, biting her lips to stifle her moans.
As suddenly as the explosion of cum had begun, it ended. Although the mass orgasm had seemed to go on endlessly, Melanie realized that all the boys had shot off within a minute or two of each other. Now they were wiping the cum off their knuckles, and squeezing the residual cum out of their cocks. They dabbed the sticky jism off themselves with their towels, then flung their towels into their lockers and began to dress.
"Willis didn't come," someone announced.
Tommy flushed. He was in the process of trying to force his stiff cock into his jeans.
"Didn't feel like it," he said.
"Why not?" one of the boys asked.
"That's my business," Tommy said, sucking in his gut in an attempt to zip up his fly.
"Willis licks his ma's ass," someone taunted.
Tommy chuckled coolly.
"Willis didn't come, so he has to clean up the mess," one of the boys said, slamming shut his locker. He picked up his gym bag and began to leave. As he passed Tommy, he patted him on the back, "Do a good job, Tommy; we're counting on you to clean up all this jizz."
"Sure," Tommy said. "I'm looking forward to it."
As the other boys slammed their lockers shut and left, they each had a few clever words for Tommy. Tommy smiled at them and told them where they could go. Finally, the last chatter and laughter passed away, as if a radio had been switched off, and Tommy turned toward Melanie's hiding place. Melanie stepped out, feeling self-conscious.
Tommy stood looking at her with a sickly smile. His face was red. As he spoke, his eyes shifted nervously.
"Sorry you had to see all this," he said. "Sometimes the guys get carried away. They're all great guys--but--you know--sometimes they get a little crazy." He glanced at the benches. "I'll be right back," he said. "Just have to get some paper towels."
He turned and tiptoed away, giving her an embarrassed glance and a shrug of the shoulders as he rounded the end of the row of lockers.
The moment he was out of sight, Melanie was on her knees. She had to do this without the boy catching her. How would she ever explain herself to him? She began to lap up the puddles of cum on the benches. The jism had cooled, but a lot of it was still thick and rich, sticky and jellylike, and the pungent scent of the cum was sweeter than a summer meadow's. She sucked up wad after wad of jism, letting them slide down her throat like oysters. There was enough cum here to satisfy a dozen women.
She was astounded at how much cum the boys had shot, fascinated that even nine horny teenage boys could cream these benches until the fuck juice was running over the edges. As she guzzled up the sweet puddles of jism, she imagined the boys shooting, imagined herself lapping up their cum as it splatted on these benches, their cum still warm from their hard cocks.
Then she thought of all the naked boy-asses that had sat on these benches over the years, and she imagined that she could taste their firm asses and smell their salty sweat-taste.
Had Tommy not been due back at any moment, she would have kissed the bench tops from end to end, and she would have rubbed her cheeks along them in the slimy cum.
You're out of your mind, Melanie, she told herself. And then she thought: I know, and I love it!
Still licking her lips, wet from the last puddle of cum she'd sipped up, she spotted a dirty sweat sock on the floor and used it to polish dry the tops of the benches. She was still buffing when Tommy arrived.
"I found this old sock," she explained, holding it up for a second. "It worked quite well. I haven't wiped up the stuff on the floor yet."
Tommy fell on his hands and knees and quickly mopped up the gobs of cum that had splashed onto-the floor. He also cleaned up the sides of the benches.
"Thanks," he said while he worked. "If the football coach came in here and found the locker room in a mess, he'd pound the shit out of all of us."
He was still speaking, when Melanie heard the clatter of football spikes on the concrete steps above. Before she could utter a word, Tommy grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the locker room entrance that led into the school. Without checking to see if anybody was on the other side of the door, Tommy barged through it, yanking Melanie out into the hall.
The hallway was dim. Most of the lights had been turned off because classes had ended two hours ago. The two of them bounded up the steps, hand-in-hand, Melanie carrying her shoes in her free hand and Tommy dragging his gym bag. Like her, the boy was still barefooted.
"Hey, you goddamned kids!" a voice bellowed after them. "The principal's gonna hear about this. I seen that bitch come out of the boys' locker room. And bare feet ain't allowed in this school. Goddamned hippies! Get back here! Get the hell back here! I'll get ya! I'll get ya!"
Laughing insanely, Melanie and Tommy flew out a rear door of the school, sprinting until they reached Melanie's car.
CHAPTER NINE
The sun was setting, but the temperature remained uncommonly warm for a late afternoon in October, and Melanie drove with the windows open despite her scant outfit--T-shirt and running shorts.
Tommy sat across from her in the passenger seat, his elbow jutting out the window. He peered at her occasionally, blushing and looking quickly away when Melanie returned his glance. After the exhilaration of their mad escape from the locker room and school had worn off, Tommy had become quiet once more.
He's shy, Melanie thought. The craziness of their flight had overwhelmed his selfconsciousness for a time, and he had opened up. Now that the euphoria was over, his shyness was back.
"That sure was wild," she said. She'd already said those words several times, but she couldn't think of anything else to say that might help the boy open up again.
"Sure was," Tommy said, looking straight ahead.
"That janitor sure is an old fart for being so young yet. I doubt that he's over thirty."
"He likes to act tough," the boy said. "Likes to think he's running the school. Even the other janitors think he's a dork. The principal likes him, though, because he acts like a cop."
"Can you believe that he thinks I'm a student?" Melanie asked. "He mistook me for a student yesterday, too--kicked me out of the nurse's office."
"And you let him?" the boy asked incredulously. He'd turned toward her, wide-eyed.
There, she'd gotten a rise out of him. She smiled.
"Sure--why not? This is kind of fun. I wonder how long it'll take him to discover that I'm one of the teachers, and I wonder what his reaction will be when he finds out."
"He'll probably shit in his pants," the boy said. Then he blushed again. "Sorry. My tongue slipped."
"That's all right," Melanie said. "Right or left at the stop sign?"
They were approaching the end of the road, where it formed a T with a crossroad. They were out of the city now, and driving through hayfields that had taken a rosy amber hue from the glare of the setting sun.
"Left," the boy said, "up into the hills." She shifted the car into first as they neared the crest of a large hill. The shadow of the forest covered the car now, and Melanie felt a nip in the air. Leaves showered on the car like swarms of butterflies.
"I'll bet you're dead when you get to the top of this mountain," Melanie said.
"Almost. But it's actually the favorite part of my run. I guess I enjoy the pain or something."
Melanie chuckled. "How much farther?"
"There's an old logging road that runs off this road about a quarter-mile ahead. You can turn into it and stop--if you want to."
"Of course," Melanie said. "I'd love to." If I want to? He was getting shy again. Why else had they come out here? Surely for more than for the boy to show her one of his favorite running routes.
Funny--they had both known from the beginning what they wanted and what they were going to do, but they'd both pretended as if neither of them were thinking about fucking, as if fucking was something they'd forgotten about. I'm as shy as he is, Melanie thought. And then she realized that she'd probably have to be less shy than he if she was going to feel his big cock in her juicy cunt.
She turned off onto the logging trail and parked. The grass on the old road grew higher than the hood of her Rabbit. When she switched off the ignition, silence enveloped the car like a thick cloud. There was only the sound of crickets and of the engine cooling. She could hear both of them breathing.
"Well," she said, "here we are."
"Yeah," the boy said, "here we are."
They were silent for several seconds. Now what? Reach over and shove her hand down his jeans? Pull him toward her and kiss him? She thought of a hundred things she could do, but they all seemed too embarrassing. This wasn't little Leslie lying before her; this was an older boy on the edge of adulthood. Now she was becoming as self-conscious as Tommy. She felt mild panic when Tommy spoke.
"Let's go for a walk, and I'll show you something," Tommy said, opening the car door. He neither looked at her nor awaited her response. He stepped out of the car.
Melanie followed the boy down a narrow path through the woods. They walked barefooted over layers of newly fallen leaves, waxy and slightly damp.
After walking a few hundred yards, they came out on some bluffs that overlooked the countryside through which they'd just driven. And in the distance, Melanie could see the rooftops and taller buildings of the town. A purplish-pink light bathed the scene below, and a balmy warmth curled up out of the fields, relieving Melanie of the slight chill that had clung to her during her walk through the woods.
"It's beautiful," Melanie said.
The boy smiled. "This is my reward for making it up that old hill. I always stop here for a rest before finishing my run. Sometimes I'll sit down here and fall asleep. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get running again after I wake up."
"I can imagine," Melanie said.
Then they were both silent again and looking at each other. The boy was tall, with beautifully wide shoulders. His chest muscles showed through his T-shirt. Melanie could see his nipples standing out under the cotton material. She reached up and touched the tiny buds with her fingertips. Immediately, Tommy's hands were on her tits. Melanie let out a groan.
"Oh, Tommy, fuck me," she said, surprised at the loudness of her voice out here in the open silence. "Oh, darling, fuck me."
Tommy's fingers were hot. She felt them against her waistline when he reached down to grab the bottom of her shirt. He drew her shirt up and tossed it over her head. The boy wrapped her in his hot arms. He slid down her body, kissing her neck, her tits, her belly. With one swift tug, he pulled both her running shorts and her panties down her legs. As Melanie stepped out of them, she felt a hot trickle of cunt juice between her legs. Every inch of her skin prickled with excitement.
Tommy panted. Without taking his eyes off her, he stood up and shucked off his clothes. As his shirt came off, Melanie inhaled the musky scent of his armpits. The boy wore no underwear. As he peeled down his jeans, his cock sprang out and up. Melanie dropped to her knees.
"Oh, Tommy!" she moaned. "I want to fuck you! Oh, my darling!"
She hugged his muscular legs, rubbing her cheeks and lips up and down them. His stuffed ball-sac hung in front of her. She plunged her nose into it, inhaling the wonderful scent of his nuts. His balls were big and firm, and Melanie began to lick them, began to suck them. She opened her mouth and let them slip inside one at a time. Tommy gasped.
"Miss Roberts, you'd better stop that or I'm gonna come."
Melanie looked up at him. She released his nuts. She was about to tell him to call her Melanie instead of Miss Roberts, but she stopped herself. For some reason, she found it exciting to be reminded that she was an older woman, that Tommy was her student, that she was his coach. It was the forbidden nature of what she was doing that added to the excitement. She suddenly realized that. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, barely able to close her grip. The boy's cock was almost as large as Rod's.
"You have a big cock," she whispered, a strange giggle bubbling up out of her throat. "Oooh, it's such a beautiful big cock. I love big cocks. Oooh, let me suck your prick!" She bent his hard cock down until she could feel the heat of its bloated head warming the air near her lips. The slit in the head of his prick gaped open like a small mouth, and as a fat tear of precum oozed out, Melanie licked it off, tasting Tommy's jism for the first time. Tommy's cock jerked powerfully in her hand, and the boy moaned.
"I'm close," he said. "I'm really close. I almost blew off that time."
"I wanna be fucked," Melanie said, licking her lips and eyeing the boy coquettishly. "I wanna feel your big cock inside my cunt." The words Melanie uttered surprised her even as she was saying them. She was speaking without thinking. It was as if another person had taken over her vocal cords, as if another person had crowded into her mind along with her. She listened to her words in disbelief, but the shameless words continued pouring out.
"Your cock is so hot, so big. I wanna feel it rubbing inside my cunt. I wanna feel your cock fucking me! Oh, I love it!"
Bending his steel-hard cock down, she slid her lips over its head. Her tongue twirled around his glossy, pulsating cockhead. His cock jerked and vibrated. Melanie was aware of what she was doing, but she couldn't stop herself. As much as she longed to be fucked, she also longed to suck Tommy's prick and to eat the boy's cum.
"I can't hold my cum anymore," the boy moaned. "I tried, but I just couldn't--ohhhh, uhhhh!"
Melanie got what she wanted, jets of thick, hot cum down her throat. She clung to the jerking shaft of his cock, holding it down to keep the spurting cockflesh from leaping out of her mouth. Only the ballooning, throbbing cockhead quivered between her lips. Only the head of his prick, like a beating heart, filled her mouth.
Zinging vibrations shot through his prickshaft, tickling her hand. Cum splashed against the roof of her mouth, against the back of her throat--hot and delicious. As she swallowed his jism, gurgling sounds came from her throat.
Tommy's legs trembled. He whimpered, thrusting his groin and nearly knocking Melanie over. Melanie shimmied her legs together. Her inner thighs were slick with hot cunt juice. She pulled her mouth off Tommy's cock, and his last spurt hit her in the face, dripping from her nose and chin. Still licking the cum from her face, she fell on all fours, showing Tommy her ass as if she were a bitch in heat.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped. "Shove your cock in me!"
She gazed at the boy over her shoulder, wiggling her ass at him. His naked body was ghostlike in the twilight. His cock dripped with fresh cum. It pointed straight out from between his thighs, twitching. Melanie was crazy to feel his prick enter her cunt. "Come on!" she said with a pout, realizing that she sounded like a young girl about to throw a tantrum if she didn't get what she wanted. "Come on, darling. Fuck me before I go crazy!"
She watched Tommy fall to his knees between her legs. He made no sound, positioning himself behind her ass on the bed of pine needles.
Mounted like a bitch, Melanie thought. I'm being mounted like a bitch by a stud. The thought was so exciting that she almost said the words out loud. But before she could speak, Tommy's cock lodged between her slippery cuntlips, and she let out a long groan instead. The boy rammed his cock into her.
Tommy's large hands wrapped around her slim waist, and he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy. Melanie filled her lungs with the warm air, at the same time contracting her cunt muscles, squeezing and sucking the boy's pistoning cock. She was filled with warmth, filled with sweetness. She rolled her head, dizzy with love, dizzy with the feelings surging through her flesh.
Tommy's flat belly smacked Melanie's ass rhythmically. His long cock probed the depths of Melanie's cunt, making obscene squishing sounds as he pumped his prick in and out of her pussy.
The rubbing of the boy's marble-hard cock against the sensitive tissues of her cunt walls caused corkscrews of sensation to zip up Melanie's asshole, to shoot up her spine and down her legs. She churned her ass, crazy to feel his cock fuck her harder, deeper--crazy to come!
Tommy's big warm hands rubbed up and down her flanks, up and down her belly, over and around her tits. Melanie writhed, arching her back and stretching it, trying to give the boy even more of her to caress.
His fingers caught her nipples, squeezing and tugging them, stretching them outward as if they were made of rubber. The tingles that shot through Melanie's tits continued until they'd shot down her spine and had joined with the fuck-tingles winding through her cunt. Tommy's belly whacked her ass, his cock sinking an extra inch up her cunt--and Melanie went into spasms.
"Ohhhhh, Tooommmmy, ahhhhh! Ohhh, myy Goooood!" Her cries echoed out over the valley below. She cried out loudly, with complete abandon. Out here, alone with only the boy, Melanie felt completely free for the first time in her life. She cried out again, announcing her pleasure to the oncoming night.
Her orgasm was intense, causing her body to shudder, causing her cries to vibrate. Her spasms came in long, rhythmic bursts. She felt tingles in the tips of her toes, felt tingles in her scalp.
Every nerve in her skin seemed to be standing up and quivering. Tommy's warm hands roved over her body. She was still gripped by the last flickering throes of her orgasm when Tommy pulled his cock out of her cunt.
Melanie gasped as air rushed up her open, quivering pussy. She felt Tommy's hot, lubricated cock sliding up and down her asscrack. A fresh surge of tingles made her clit pulsate.
"Shove your prick back in, Tommy," she pleaded. "Oh, quick, shove your cock back in!"
Tommy's cock lodged inside her cunt once more. She could feel the beautiful fullness, could feel once more the lovely stretching sensation. She was so giddy that she didn't realize for a few seconds exactly where his cock had lodged. And when she did realize, it was too late to resist.
As Tommy's cunt-lubricated cock slipped easily up her asshole, Melanie opened her mouth in a cross between a gasp and a scream. The boy ignored her.
"Wowwww!" Tommy moaned. "Ohhh, yeahhh!" He was already sliding his cock in and out of her asshole with long, slicing strokes. His belly banged her upturned ass. His heavy balls flogged her cunt.
Melanie finally controlled her breath enough to speak. "Please, Tommy, don't," she grunted. "You're in the wrong place. Oh, please, take your cock out of my ass before you hurt me!"
"But it feels so good," Tommy moaned. "Feels so tight. I don't wanna ever take my cock out of your ass. Feels too good!" The tone of the boy's voice was strange, crazed. As he spoke, he increased the tempo and intensity of his fucking.
"Tommy, please!" Melanie cried.
But the boy let out a sighing chuckle and only fucked her ass harder. He was getting rough, his fingernails gouging her flesh as he gripped her hips. It was as if he had suddenly lost his mind, as if he were suddenly possessed by a demon.
"Oh, yeah!" he moaned. "Feels so fucking good!"
Melanie's asshole was on fire. The boy's cock was rubbing it raw, was stretching the muscles around her asshole unmercifully. Almost as a gesture of self-defense, Melanie began to jerk her ass backward at the boy, hoping that she might knock the wind out of him.
She tightened her asshole, hoping to squeeze the boy's cock so tightly that he'd gasp in pain. Her efforts only served to make him bellow out his pleasure all the louder. Melanie was ready to scream in despair.
She relaxed for a moment, and as she took deep breaths to help ease the pain, she was aware suddenly of pleasant prickling sensations in the walls of her asshole. She was stunned, wondering whether these feelings had been there all along. As she .relaxed more, the sensations in her ass increased. It was as if her asshole had been transformed into a cunt, into a throbbing, undulating, cocksucking cunt! She began to gyrate her ass, fucking her asshole back and forth on the boy's cock while he plunged his prick in and out.
"You like my cock up your ass, don't you?" Tommy whispered. "You like assfucking as much as I do. Oh, man!"
The boy went crazy, seeming to dance on his knees as he fucked her ass faster and faster and harder and harder.
Melanie arched her back and whined like a fucked bitch. She was aware of what she was doing, aware of how she must look, but this awareness, instead of embarrassing her, only excited her more.
"Oh, fuck me!" she grunted between clenched, vibrating teeth. "Fuck my bitch ass! Oh, honey, fuck me!"
The effect of her words on both herself and the boy was instantaneous. Tommy fell on her back, wrapping his long arms around her belly. His cock quivered and flexed madly. Hot jism exploded up her asshole. The boy gnawed her back. She couldn't tell whether the warm trickles of liquid down her back were trickles of spit or of her own blood.
With the first burst of cum up her asshole, Melanie felt her thighs and cunt wrench with an orgasmic spasm. Hot pokers of pleasure shot up her ass. Her cunt pulsated as if it were filled with cock. Melanie groaned, half laughing. This orgasm had come so quickly and so soon after the other that Melanie thought it funny. And it had come from getting fucked up her asshole. At last, Melanie relaxed, letting her pleasure overwhelm her. "Feels good," she said. "Feels so good."
"Yeahhh," Tommy gasped. "Oh, yeahhhh!" He panted, spurting jet after jet of hot cum up her asshole.
"Fill me up with jism, darling," Melanie said.
CHAPTER TEN
The evening continued warm--freak weather for an October night. Melanie left her window open when she went to bed, allowing the breeze to waft in along with the moonlight. After lying in bed for a quarter of an hour, she tossed her sheets off her nude body. She was sweating. She couldn't sleep. The moonlight fell on her tits, making them resemble French-vanilla sundaes, each topped by a cherry. She shoved her fingers into her cunt and rubbed. The fuck-itch, the tingle in her cuntslabs just wouldn't quit. After rubbing her clit for awhile, she yanked her hand away.
"I can't go on like this," she whispered to the empty room. "I can't go on," she said again.
What was happening to her? And what had been happening to her these last two days? She'd come to Lincoln Consolidated with great accomplishments in mind. So far, all she'd accomplished was a series of dangerous fucking episodes.
Even her affair with Rod hadn't been what she'd thought it would be. He'd called her this evening, wanting to know what had happened to her after cross-country practice. She'd had to lie to him. She wasn't in the habit of lying, and she'd felt guilty--until she found out the truth about Rod.
She'd been standing in the kitchen of her rooming house--the only phone being in the kitchen. The landlady was doing dishes, both oversized ears cocked like a German shepherd's. Even if Melanie had wanted to tell Rod the truth: Where was I? Oh, just up in the hills fucking one of my runners!--even if she had been foolish enough to want to tell Rod the truth, she couldn't have very well done it with the hawk-nosed landlady standing five feet away from her, pretending to be doing the dishes.
"Why don't you come over?" Rod asked for the third time, an insistent note in his voice.
"I'm exhausted. I had a long day. Maybe tomorrow evening."
"But she'll be back tomorrow. She just called. She's cutting her trip short." He was riled about his roommate.
"Does that really matter?" Melanie asked. "Surely whom you have over to the house isn't her concern. Let's make it tomorrow."
The landlady paused, scrubbing the same plate she'd been scrubbing for the last four minutes. Melanie glanced her way, and the woman held the plate up as if inspecting a nick in the china. Then Rod hit Melanie with the news. "You might as well know. You'll find out sooner or later." He paused.
"Find out what?"
"You mean you haven't guessed? She's my wife." He went on quickly: "I hope that doesn't change things between us. I mean, you and me have a lot going for us. I mean, after last night and all. Look, I'll help you find an apartment. I'll even contribute to the rent. But you and me--we've gotta keep seeing each other! I mean, I've been thinking about you all day. You're too much! I've never met another chick like you!" And he went on and on with the compliments. They simply had to go on seeing each other. They had a good thing going.
Melanie stood listening to him in silence. It wasn't until later that all his words registered in her mind. She was still hearing him. She'd hung up on him without committing herself. She'd have to think about things, she'd told him, and all the thinking she'd been doing was one of the reasons why she couldn't sleep now.
Melanie turned on her side and shoved a pillow between her legs and against her cunt. She humped at it gently, trying to ease the ache from her pussylips.
What had happened to her during the past two days? After twenty-three years of near celibacy, why had she suddenly become a flaming whore?
She'd resolved to do better this morning, and when she'd left for school, she'd been certain that today would be different from yesterday, that today she would let nothing tempt her.
But then those shameless teenagers in biology class had inflamed her cunt--and then those girls in the shower room--and then Tommy. Lord, as if she were a mindless zombie, she'd followed him into the boy's locker room.
Had anybody but Tommy seen her in there, she could have been thrown out of the school! She wondered now whether that janitor had recognized her as the girl he'd chased out of the nurse's office. Probably not; the hallway outside the locker room was probably too dark for him to see. What a mess!
The main problem was that she seemed unable to control herself. The whiff of a cock, the thought of sex, almost anything set her off. It was as if after ten years of pretending that fucking didn't exist, she now must make up for all the fucking she'd missed.
What was she going to do?
"First off, get some sleep," she said out loud. And there was only one way she had any chance of getting to sleep now. She rolled onto her back, tossed away the pillow, spread her legs, and began to rub her cunt.
"Feels good," she muttered. Oh, why did it have to feel so good? Why couldn't it feel just pleasant? If the feelings in her pussy weren't so intense, she wouldn't crave them like a drug addict craving a fix.
Her legs were spread so wide that they were hanging off the sides of the bed. Melanie sawed the side of her hand up and down between her pussylips, feeling the hot wet cuntflesh suck at it. Her cunt was like a hungry mouth. It was voracious, craving cock or any other kind of flesh she could feed it.
She rammed her thumb up her cunt and twisted it in circles. The feelings her thumb generated made her moan. She closed her eyes, trying to visualize all the cocks she'd fucked or sucked in the last two days. She had no difficulty; images of the big dripping cocks paraded through her mind like a marching band.
There was Leslie's prick, beckoning her to suck it. And hadn't his cock tasted sweet? And hadn't it felt wonderfully hard, and silky to the touch? And hadn't his jism intoxicated her like wine? She could feel his cock in her mouth now, could feel his prick quivering and jerking as it shot cum down her throat.
Melanie yanked her dripping thumb out of her cunt and shoved it into her mouth, making believe that the slippery pussy juice she tasted was Leslie's cum instead of pussy juice. Then she thrust her hand down between her legs again, snaking her middle and index fingers together up her cunt. She was burning up inside her fuckhole. She could feel pulsations in the inner meat of her cunt.
Next, she thought of the cocks of the two men she had fucked--the janitor's big cock and Rod's monstrous prick. They were like two billy clubs, but ivory-colored, with throbbing purple cockheads. Thick clear fuck juice bubbled out of them. She imagined the hot cum raining on her cunt. All at once, the janitor's cock fucked into her, taking her breath away. After a few thrusts, the janitor's cock popped out of her pussy, and immediately Rod's cock took its place, nearly bursting her cunt with its hugeness.
As Melanie fingerfucked herself, ramming two fingers at a time in and out of her hot cunt, she imagined the two big cocks fucking her alternately. One cock would fuck into her cunt until she was on the verge of orgasm; then the other would take its place, fucking her again to near orgasm before yanking out of her and frustrating her; then the other cock was back inside her.
"I wanna come!" Melanie moaned. "Damn it, I wanna come!"
Yanking her fingers out of pussy, she put together all four fingers and the thumb of one hand and forced them all back up her cunt. Had her knuckles not got in the way, she would have shoved her entire hand up her pussy.
As she shoved-her hand up her cunt, she imagined the two overgrown cocks fucking into her simultaneously. The stretching she gave herself brought an exquisite flood of tingles up through her loins. She spasmed immediately.
She forced her legs to stay spread while she ground out her orgasm. She imagined herself bound to the bed, her legs stretched out wide and bound at the ankles. Splayed like a sacrificial virgin, she was being split in half by two enormous cocks fucking in unison. With her eyes closed, with her hand writhing inside her cunt and with her orgasm gnawing through it, Melanie's fantasy seemed more real than imaginary. When her orgasm finally ended, Melanie discovered that her entire body was covered with sweat.
She pulled the sheet over herself and turned on her side, hugging a pillow as she relaxed. She felt sleep coming. All her troubles seemed insignificant. She didn't want to think about them any more. Just as she fell asleep, she imagined Tommy's cock slipping into her asshole. She sighed, feeling happy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The ringing of the bell tore through the gym, breaking the concentration of the girls and ending the period. The period bells at Lincoln were savagely loud. Melanie clapped her hands over her ears. Especially in the gym, the bells' clanging echoed enough to hurt her ears. One of the girls was shocked right off the balance beam.
"All right," Melanie said as the echoes of the bell died away, "great workout. See you all tomorrow."
As the girls bounced out of the gym, chattering like a flock of geese, Melanie grabbed Roxanne by the arm.
"Roxanne, would you wait a few minutes?
I'd like to talk with you."
"Sure, Miss Roberts," the girl said, chewing her gum and smiling at the same time. The girl was enviably cool.
Melanie pretended to read her charts while she waited for the other girls to file out of the gym. She was nervous, uncertain as to how she was going to suggest to the girl that the two of them take off their clothes and rub their pussies together.
Melanie couldn't believe she was actually going to go through with this thing, but she had already taken the first step. She'd held Roxanne after class. Now she'd just have to play things by ear. If nothing else, she could fall back on simply complimenting the girl on her floor exercise routine today. The girl had been marvelous.
Roxanne walked over to the drinking fountain to take a drink of water. She had the most beautiful legs--long and smooth and tanned. And when she bent over to drink, her asscheeks turned up to Melanie's view like two beautiful full moons.
Melanie couldn't understand her sudden lust for the girl, her sudden urge to lick the girl's bare legs, her urge to bury her face between Roxanne's legs and to suck her cunt. Melanie couldn't understand her lust at all, but it was there, filling her, controlling her. She fought a mad impulse to rush up behind the girl and to kiss the teen beauty's ass.
Melanie's lust had been building all during the workout. Throughout the workout, she'd fastened her eyes on the blond gymnast, noting her every wiggle, and Roxanne had seemed to notice Melanie's interest, putting out extra effort to impress her coach.
Throughout the workout, Roxanne's words of yesterday were repeated in Melanie's head like a stuck record: "Miss Roberts? I wouldn't mind tasting her pussy."
Roxanne wiped the water off her chin as she turned to face Melanie. She grinned as if she knew exactly what Melanie was thinking. Melanie felt herself blush.
One of the doors at the end of the gym opened, and Rod pushed his head inside, looking first at Roxanne, then at Melanie. "Miss Roberts," he said, the tone of his voice professional, "may I see you for a few minutes? It's urgent."
Melanie looked at Roxanne, then at Rod. "I'm in the middle of a conference," she said.
"It's really urgent," Rod said.
Roxanne looked at Melanie. "Go ahead, Miss Roberts. I'll wait. I can stand a few more minutes cooling off, anyway."
"All right," Melanie said, "if you're willing to wait. I wouldn't want you to miss half your lunch hour."
"I'm not hungry today, anyway," the girl said, sinking down into a full split. "I'll be better off if I do some extra stretching." She bent forward easily until her nose touched her knee.
"I'll be back shortly," Melanie said, leaving the gym as Rod held open the door for her.
* * *
As soon as the door closed, Roxanne shoved her hand up under the crotch of her gym outfit. Her cuntlips were spread from the full split she was in, and warm pussy juice gushed out on her fingers. With a sigh, she shoved her middle finger up her cunt and began to rub.
"Feels good," she whispered. And when Miss Roberts got back, it was going to feel even better. She was almost glad that Coach Baker had called Miss Roberts away for a few minutes. The cunt juice would be running out of her like sap by the time Miss Roberts returned, showing the woman just how hot she was.
Roxanne sighed, pleased with herself. It had taken her only a few days to attract the attention of the new coach. Funny, but when she'd first seen Miss Roberts, she'd thought the woman too prim and proper to ever be interested in pussy. And now today--God! --Miss Roberts had gawked at her like one of those lecherous males who were always tailing her.
Roxanne yanked her finger out of her cunt and sucked off her cunt juice. Miss Roberts, you're in for a tasty treat, she thought. And I'm in for a tasty treat, too. I've been wanting a suck of your pussy ever since I laid eyes on you.
A door behind Roxanne opened, and she popped up out of her split to welcome back her coach. As she turned, she was aware of herself grinning perhaps too giddily. The grin, however, inverted quickly enough into a frown when she saw that it wasn't Miss Roberts who had entered the gym.
The janitor was standing toe-to-toe with her before she had a chance to figure out any kind of move to avoid him.
"What the hell you doing in here, bitch?" the man growled. "You're supposed to be outta here during the noon hour."
"That's my business," Roxanne said, and she turned to walk away.
Jabbing pain jolted the roots of her hair, her head snapped back, and she found herself flat on her back on the polished gym floor. The man's filthy boot crushed down on her ribcage.
"No bitch talks to me like that," the janitor bellowed, his breaths coming heavy and angry. "So it ain't none of my business? Well, I'm making it my business. It's about time you goddamn kids nowadays learned some respect for authority."
As he bellowed, he unzipped his fly and struggled to haul out his cock. When he finally managed to get his prick out, it sprang up at a forty-five-degree angle. His prick was a massive club of cockmeat, larger than any boy's cock Roxanne had ever seen.
"All right, bitch, on your feet." Grabbing her by the hair again, the raving bull yanked her to standing.
Roxanne howled. She tried to slug the man, but he caught her wrists and nearly crushed them.
"Shut your goddamn mouth, or I'll break your fucking neck," he said. Then he dragged her over to the wall and under the bleachers.
As he forced her farther under the cover of the bleachers, Roxanne banged her head on one of the steel supports, and the man laughed.
"OK, bitch," he growled, "that's far enough. Now take off that sexy outfit. I wanna see you bare naked."
When she was undressed, the man grabbed her by the ears and almost lifted her off the ground, drawing her face up so he could slobber stinking kisses all over it. His cock jabbed into her belly. The cockhead was wet and as hot as a hunk of freshly grilled steak. At the moment when Roxanne thought she was going to vomit from the smell of the man's breath, he spun her away from him and bent her in half.
"Shove your ass up at me real sexy like now," he said. "That's it--shove your ass way up and wiggle it."
Bracing herself on one of the metal supports, Roxanne let her weight fall forward while she arched her back and shoved her ass up high. Her tits hung heavily, dangling free. She felt vulnerable, her ass presented to the man like meat on a platter, her tits completely free and exposed.
Just stay calm, and you'll live through this, she told herself. Don't do anything to get him wilder than he already is. This isn't the first time this has happened. He raped you once before--two years ago. You lived through that. He's raped a lot of girls in this school, and the only one who ever got hurt was the one who scratched his face. She could hardly walk for a week afterward. He'd probably kill anybody who squealed on him, Roxanne jerked, her breath coming in quick, whimpering pants. One of the man's fingers had lodged up her asshole, and he was twisting it. That hurt.
The man slammed her across the ass. Roxanne felt the vibrations in her skull.
"Now don't act like you's getting set to scream," he muttered. "Hear?" He pinched her ass. "Heeear?"
"Yes," Melanie gasped. "Yes!"
The man chuckled. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her cuntslit.
"Oh, she's a hot one," the man taunted. "Her cunt's juicy as a ripe sow."
She wanted to kill the man. What he was doing and saying was humiliating her enough. But what was worse, was the effect his cock was having on her cunt. The feel of his hot cockhead sliding up and down between her cuntlips was causing her to groan from the sensations. If he kept this up much longer she'd be begging him to fuck her.
His juice-lubricated cock slid up and down her asscrack. The head of his prick throbbed against her asspucker for a moment, then rammed. Before she realized what was happening, the man's cock was buried up her asshole. She bit her lips to hold in her scream.
"Hot bitch ass," the man muttered, beginning to fuck. "Mmmmm, I love fucking 'em up their smelly little shitholes."
Roxanne grunted, trying to control her voice. She didn't mind getting assfucked, but the man had rammed into her asshole so suddenly that she hadn't had time to relax. Now she felt as if she'd split in half.
"Ahhh!" the man groaned. "You're good. 'Course, I like 'em even better younger. The younger the better."
As he grunted out his words, he savagely rammed his cock in and out of Roxanne's ass. His zipper cut Roxanne's asscheeks. His rockhard loins nearly knocked her head-first into the dangerous metal supports crisscrossing under the bleachers.
His cock stretched her asshole mercilessly.
She had never had a cock as large as this up her asshole, nor even up her cunt.
"Ah, bitch baby, tighten up that ass now," the man muttered. "Again!" He thrust his cock in. "Again!" He fucked hard, grinding his zipper at her exposed assflesh. "Again!"
Each time he commanded her to tighten up her ass, he jerked her back at him while slamming his cock into her. Roxanne gasped with each thrust of his cock. The man was slicing her up, was knocking the wind out of her.
"Oh, man," the janitor groaned, "such a tight, ripe sow! I'm gonna cream you now, baby. Wanna some cum up your shithole? Huh, bitch? Huh?" He sank his fingernails into her ass.
"Yes!" Roxanne whined. "Yes!"
"Yes what, bitch?"
"Yes--cream me! Oh, cream me, please" Cream me and get this over with, she thought. She didn't think she could go on much longer without screaming at the top of her lungs.
The man's big cock flexed inside her, shuddering as if an electrical current had shot through its core, and Roxanne knew that it was all over for him.
As he grunted, jets of his hot cum burst against the walls of her asshole. The man jerked so wildly that he must have banged his head against one of the bleacher supports hear his head, because Roxanne heard a metallic thud followed by the man's cursing. He didn't stop shooting his jism, though; he wasn't done with his orgasm. And as he continued to grind his cock in and out of Roxanne's asshole, he continued to shoot her full of his cum.
* * *
Melanie didn't know what she thought about what Rod was doing to her, nor did she know what she ought to think. All she knew was that it felt marvelous. She realized that this was somehow degrading, but it felt so good that, for the moment at least, she really didn't care.
"Oh, baby," Rod said, fucking her ass, "you like getting my prick just as much as I like giving it. Don't you, baby--don't you?"
"Yes," Melanie half-whispered, "oh, yes! Keep moving, darling. Oh, wiggle your cock in me. I love it when you wiggle your cock inside me like that."
Rod flexed his cock while he thrust, tickling the very pit of Melanie's asshole, and Melanie found herself cooing. She wiggled her ass, enticing him to fuck her faster, harder.
This is a married man, Melanie kept telling herself. This is another woman's husband. What we're doing is wicked. She knew that these thoughts ought to make her feel guilty, but they didn't. Instead, these thoughts only increased the excitement of her fucking--of her fucking Rod's cock with her asshole.
That was another thing she ought to feel guilty about: Getting fucked up the ass was filthy, sinful. She'd read somewhere that assfucking was even illegal. The two of them could be thrown in prison for years for performing such a filthy act. But it felt so good, so very good. Melanie at this moment didn't care how filthy or disgusting or illegal their fucking was. It just felt too good, too marvelous.
"Fuck me, Rod," she groaned. "Oh, yes! Drive your cock in deep, hard. Oh, honey, darling!"
She braced her hands on the toilet seat and drove her ass back and forth over Rod's beautiful, enormous cock. He'd dropped his pants, so his naked thighs whacked loudly against her bare ass each time he fucked into her shitter. Melanie loved the slapping sound of his tight belly against her bare ass; it made their fucking sound that much more intense, that much more exciting.
Melanie's pussy was shot through with hot prickles. Her orgasm would be coming soon. And from the way Rod was grunting, from the way his cock was throbbing inside her asschute, she could tell that he'd be coming soon too.
She was astounded that she was building toward orgasm so quickly; they'd only been fucking for a few minutes, and she was getting fucked up the ass rather than up the cunt.
Perhaps her excitement had grown so quickly due to the combination of knowing that she was fucking a married man, of knowing how filthy assfucking was, and of fucking in such a dangerous place.
Rod had dragged her into a boys' restroom just outside the gym. He'd been too horny to wait to find a more suitable place. Now they stood fucking in a toilet stall hardly large enough to accommodate the two of them.
Melanie bent over the toilet, bracing her hands on it, her gym trunks dropped to her ankles, her bare ass churning. Rod stood behind her, his ass occasionally rattling the door of the stall as he fucked.
If anybody were to walk in and discover them, both of them would probably lose their jobs. But right now, Melanie didn't care about that. All she cared about now was the big hot cock squishing in and out of her throbbing asshole, and of the feelings swarming through her cunt.
She had allowed this to happen, was allowing Rod to fuck her, was loving the feel of his thrusting cock although a voice deep inside her told her how degraded she was allowing herself to become. Now, just for a moment, Melanie felt a few twinges of guilt. But those twinges of guilt, instead of slowing her fucking, instead of making her hesitate in her pleasure, only excited her more, only whipped her on toward the ultimate moment!
Melanie ground her bare asscheeks at Rod's hairy groin, feeling his monstrous cock stimulate every sensitive fold of her asshole.
Melanie's cunt exploded inside, her orgasm grinding through her asshole and cunt like a fan. She could feel her clit squirming between her pussylips.
Once again, she was astounded at feeling an orgasm in her cunt and asshole simultaneously while she was getting fucked up her asshole alone. When Tommy had fucked her asshole last night, she'd experienced the same thing. She churned her ass around Rod's cock, aware that Rod's own orgasm was beginning.
"Baby, yeahh!" Rod gasped. "Ohhh, yeahhhh!" His cum spurted from his cock in hot, fingerlike streams. His cock shuddered, making Melanie shiver. He filled up her asshole with jism.
The moment they'd both stopped spasming, Melanie pulled up her gym trunks and Rod hauled up his pants. Melanie giggled, embarrassed. Rod chuckled too.
"We'd better get out of here quick," he said, "before somebody comes along to take a shit."
They made it out of the john without anybody seeing them, and they both let out sighs. Rod held open the gym door for Melanie, and she stepped through it.
"Meet after your cross-country practice for a drink?" he asked, expectation in his voice.
But Melanie didn't answer him. She'd expected to see Roxanne smiling at her the moment she stepped into the gym, but the girl was gone. And before Melanie had a chance to wonder where the girl had gone, she heard what sounded like clapping hands. Along with that sound, the sound of a desperate cry echoed through the gym. Then there were banging, stumbling sounds, and they came from under the bleachers. Without a thought, Melanie ran under the bleachers. And Rod was right behind her.
She could hardly believe what she saw. Roxanne's head had been thrust between two metal bleacher supports. She was on her knees, looking like a victim for the guillotine. But her head was not being chopped off. Instead, her face was being battered by the thighs of the janitor. His cock rammed in and out of the girl's mouth. Melanie could see his prick bobbing in the girl's throat. Roxanne's face was purple, and her eyes were rolling. The janitor yanked her blond hair like reins as he mouth-fucked her, and she was stark naked.
Melanie froze, aware that her own mouth gaped in a silent scream. She stood there helplessly for what seemed like minutes while she watched the janitor massacre Roxanne's pretty young face. The girl looked like she was choking to death.
She couldn't have stood there more than a second or two, however, because suddenly she was aware of Rod knocking her out of the way. The big man had to bend low to keep from decapitating himself on the bleacher supports as he lunged at the janitor like a football lineman driving off the line of scrimmage. Within another second or two, the janitor lay on the floor, Rod's shoe resting on his throat.
"You're through in this school," Rod growled. "I ough'ta crush your fucking brains out right now, but I'll leave that to the people who can do it legally."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The shower hissed, steam billowing through the shower room. Hot water ran in sheets down Roxanne's smooth young body, dripping from her pink, erect nipples, dripping off her golden cunt bush. As Melanie soaped the girl up, she couldn't resist rubbing her hand up and down between the girl's hot asscheeks, then down between her legs. Her soapy hand sawed at Roxanne's pussy, and the girl clamped her legs together, giggling.
"Miss Roberts, you're gonna get me all hot and bothered if you keep that up."
Melanie laughed, drawing her hand away teasingly and beginning to soap up the girls enormous tits. Her stiff nipples tickled Melanie's hands, and Roxanne squirmed with pleasure.
"That's not much better," Roxanne said. "You're still getting me all worked up."
Melanie pushed the girl's face under the shower, and while Roxanne sputtered, laughing, Melanie threw her arms around the girl. Their naked bodies slipped together sensuously, lubricated by the sudsy water. Their lips joined, and their tongues filled each other's mouth. Roxanne's saliva was sweet as honey. The two of them moaned.
Melanie humped her cunt at Roxanne's. Their nipples, stiff and quivering, rubbed over each other from time to time, and each time they did, Melanie squealed from the hot tingles that shot through her tits.
From the way Roxanne's pretty blue eyes rolled, Melanie could tell that the girl was experiencing the same sensations as a result of the nipple-to-nipple contact. They sucked each other's tongue, writhing together, arms and legs entwined and sliding sensuously.
This love-making was voluptuous. Melanie had never had sex with another female before, and now she regretted that she'd never done so. The feeling was marvelous. Roxanne was so smooth, so hot. The girl tasted so sweet. And this was all happening so easily, so naturally, without embarrassment or selfconsciousness.
In a way, they both had that burly janitor to thank for the easy flow of this touch-and-suck session. It was only natural, after Roxanne's brutal rape by the beast, to bring her down here under the warm shower in order to comfort her, in order to wash her wounds. And how easy it was to flow from comforting and bathing to sexual writhings. The janitor's intervention had relieved the awkwardness of Melanie's seduction of the girl.
Melanie slid down Roxanne's body, lingering at the girl's tits to suck her nipples, just as Sheila had done yesterday. The sweet pink nipples quivered in Melanie's mouth, and Melanie sucked them gently, circling them with her tongue. Roxanne cooed, wiggling so that Melanie could hardly hold her.
Melanie slid farther down Roxanne now, plunging her tongue into the girl's navel as she had seen Sheila do yesterday. Roxanne's flesh was delicious, and the girl had an almost invisible line of golden down running from her navel to her wiry cunt bush. Melanie kissed her way down the silky line, then shoved her nose into Roxanne's matted cunt bush. She smelled it immediately--the girl's cunt. Wonderful! Without hesitation, Melanie burrowed her nose between the girl's legs, feeling her hot, slippery cuntlips close around her nose.
Melanie almost came from the excitement. The scent of the girl's cunt, the feel of Roxanne's pulsating cuntslabs around her nose, the taste of her warm pussy juice seeping down into her mouth--it was all too exciting. She drove her mouth against Roxanne's pussy and sucked.
"Ohhhh, Miss Roberts!" the girl moaned. "Ohhhh, yesss!"
Melanie snaked her tongue up the girl's cunt, tasting the luscious pussymeat inside the girl's young body. Cunt juice ran down over Melanie's tongue and slid down her throat. She sucked, drinking the girl's fuck cream, and while she sucked, she licked out the girl's hot cunt folds. Roxanne clung to her head, dancing on the steaming tile floor.
Like a sucking mouth, Roxanne's cunt squeezed Melanie's tongue with strong rhythmic contractions. The walls of the girl's cunt pulsated and shivered, while her entire cunt opened and closed like a fist.
Melanie could sense the pleasure shooting through the girl's pussy, and her own cunt began to swirl with tight bubbles of tension, getting ready to burst. As Roxanne whined with her spasms, Melanie thrust her own hand down between her legs and kneaded her pussylips madly. Her own orgasm came on as suddenly as Roxanne's had.
"Ohhhh, baby!" she muttered into the girl's raging cunt. "Fuck! Feels so good! Mmmmmmm!"
She sawed her writhing hand furiously between her pussylips as she came. Hot pussy juice drenched her hand. The sensations gnawing through her cunt almost made her pass out. When it was all over, Roxanne licked Melanie's hand clean. The girl liked pussy juice as much as Melanie did.
Both of them stood up and kissed one long final time before rinsing off and leaving the showers.
"Next time we'll sixty-nine," Roxanne said.
Melanie didn't have to ask what sixty-nine meant. In the last few days, she'd learned perfectly well what the term referred to.
"I can hardly wait," she answered the girl. And she meant it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Melanie stopped in the main office to check her mailbox. It was too late to go to lunch, not that she cared. This noon-hour would be one she'd always remember.
The principal waved to her through the picture window of his private office, and she nodded and smiled at him. He pressed the button of his intercom, and called her in.
"I just wanted to commend you on your quick action in the gym," he said. "You and Coach Baker ought to receive medals. I had sneaking suspicions about that janitor some time ago. Perhaps if I'd acted on my hunches and had done some investigating, none of this would have happened. He confessed to several other rapes when the police came to get him-- actually bragged about them. Seemed quite proud of himself. How's the girl?"
"Doing well," Melanie said. "I got her cleaned up, and she's as good as new. No injuries that I can see."
"Still, she'll have to be checked out by a physician," the principal said.
"Of course," Melanie said.
As she was leaving the main office, the secretary stopped her. "Miss Roberts, you've got a patient waiting for you in the nurse's office. A stomach ache or some such."
"Busy day," Melanie said, smiling at her. "I'll check it out."
One thing after another, Melanie thought as she walked down the hall to the nurse's office. But she didn't mind. She was enjoying all the commotion in the school. She smiled at several boys who greeted her along the way. She enjoyed the attention. Now, what awaits me behind this door? she wondered, turning the knob of her office door.
The moment she saw what awaited her, she slammed the door shut behind her and locked it.
"Leslie! What on earth are you doing here like this?"
The boy looked surprised, staring up at her as he lounged on the examining table. He was stark naked, his heels anchored in the metal stirrups at the foot of the table, his legs spread and his cock twitching against his lower belly. Melanie thought for a moment that she was reliving the afternoon of three days ago.
"I've got a stomach ache," the boy said.
"But you didn't have to take off your clothes."
"I thought you'd want to examine me."
"But--" she began, then realized she was being foolish to argue. "All right, where does it hurt?"
"Here," the boy said, laying his hand on his lower belly, having taken care to slide it underneath his twitching cock. "You'd better feel it. I think it's got a fever.
"A fever?" Melanie felt the boy's head. Warm, but not hot.
"Not my head, my stomach. My stomach's got the fever." He grabbed her hand and guided it down to his belly before she could resist. He mashed her hand down over his cock.
Melanie groaned. The touch of the boy's hot cock sent shivers up her arm. Her cunt contracted, filling with heat. She squeezed the boy's cock, feeling it throb, and her cunt began to pulsate with his prick.
"Oh, Leslie," she said, "why did you have to do this?" Her question was rhetorical, and before the boy could reply, Melanie had lowered her mouth over his cock and began to suck his throbbing prickhead.
The boy writhed, crumpling and wrinkling the paper sheet glued to the back of his sweaty young body. He stretched his body out tight, quivering. As Melanie sucked his cock, the boy fucked her mouth, driving his skinny loins at her face. Melanie gripped his smooth nuts and rolled them in her palm.
Spit ran out of Melanie's mouth and lubricated the boy's nuts. They slid in her grip like greased eggs. As she bobbed her head up and down over his cock, sucking hard with her lips, polishing the boy's cockhead with wild rotations of her tongue, she slid her spit-slick hand down between his asscheeks. The boy's asspucker quivered against her middle finger.
Fuck your smelly little butt, she thought. And she rammed her middle finger to the hilt up his asshole. His asshole was as hot inside as Roxanne's cunt had been.
The boy arched up, gasping.
"Oh, Christ! Oh, shit!"
His asshole quivered around Melanie's finger. As she sucked his cock, churning her tongue against the backside of the head, she wriggled her finger in and out of the boy's asshole. Within seconds, she felt something balloon inside the boy's ass at the same time that his cock swelled, hardened, and began to flex.
"Ohhhhh, wowwwwww!" he moaned, squirming all over the table. "Ahhhhhh!"
His jism streamed out of his cock in sharp squirts, spearing the back of Melanie's throat. She sucked his cock gently, letting the boy come. All the while, her finger shimmied inside his shivering little ass. He moaned and gibbered ecstatically.
His cock still twitched when Melanie released it. She straightened up for a moment, then kicked off her shoes and peeled off her pantyhose and panties.
She was up on the table, straddling the boy, before he'd even opened his eyes. She reached under her cunt and. grabbed the boy's cock. His prick was still hard. Holding his cock vertical, she sat on it, impaling her cunt to the hilt on his long prickshaft.
Leslie's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. As Melanie began to fuck up and down, the boy was already bucking like he hadn't had an orgasm in a month. His long, skinny cock jerked in and out of her fuckhole, making her cunt walls sizzle.
Melanie bounced up and down on the boy's prick, pulling her dress and slip off over her head as she fucked. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it tumble onto Leslie's chest. Knocking the bra off of himself, the boy grabbed at Melanie's tits. His hot hands mauled her flapping tits. He began to twist her nipples.
Melanie stifled a shriek. They were fucking so wildly that the table was inching its way along the floor. She wondered whether people walking down the hall could hear them. The boy was gasping and moaning with abandon.
Bells were ringing, classes beginning for the afternoon and here she sat, madly riding the cock of a very young student. If she could have stopped herself, she would have, but the sensations of the fucking were too intense to resist.
She pressed her asscheeks together, grinding her cunt up and down on the boy's cock. She tightened her cunt as hard as she could, trying to bring them both off before somebody came knocking on the door looking for her.
Up and down she slid on the boy's hot prick. His cock was wonderfully hard. It rubbed beautiful sensations into her cunt. She could feel his cockshaft flexing inside her pussy as if it wanted to escape. Then she could feel the head of his prick spurting. Ropes of hot jism splashed against the walls of her cunt. The boy thrashed on the table, his head rolling, his eyes glazed. He moaned as if he were dying.
Melanie tensed the walls of her cunt, her pussy sucking the boy's cock, and at the same time causing the tight sensations to swirl agonizingly up into her clit.
As the boy's cock exploded into her with a fresh round of cum, Melanie's cunt exploded with her orgasm. She jerked up and down, grinding the luscious feelings throughout her pussyflesh. She swayed from side to side, nearly toppling off the table. A minute later, she found herself slumped forward over the boy, panting, laughing, and covering his face with kisses.
"How did it feel?" the boy said.
"Was it your first time?"
When he nodded his head yes, Melanie felt a flood of warmth. She'd taken the boy's virginity. She found the thought strangely satisfying.
After they'd dressed, the boy asked, "Should I come back tomorrow?"
Melanie thought for a moment, then said, "If you promise never to tell anybody about the two of us. If you ever tell anybody, we'll both be in trouble, and we'll never be able to fuck again."
"I promise," he said.
As she watched him stride down the deserted hallway to his class, she said out loud to herself, "I believe you, darling. I'm probably crazy, but I believe you."
She gathered together her books and papers, thinking about the afternoon schedule. Three more classes, then cross-country practice after school. She'd be watching the sunset with Tommy up on the bluffs. She'd promised him that. Then this evening she'd go apartment hunting--with Rod. So much to do yet today!