14-YEAR-OLD SANDWICH M/ff teen schoolgirls
By Dr. Wu
CHAPTER ONE
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THE MUSICAL SCENE-SETTER:
"I'd do anything,
For you, dear, anything ... "
Ñ From the musical "Oliver," music and lyrics by
Lionel Bart
PROLOGUE: ONE DAY OUTSIDE MTV STUDIOS
A few months ago I was in New York City on vacation
and found myself
in Times Square one afternoon. Big mistake! The place
was absolutely
crawling with teenaged girls, who had turned out for a
show called "Total
Request Live" on MTV. I learned later that MTV has a
studio in Times
Square and a live daily show, usually with a big-deal
teenaged band or
singer of the moment, a Britney Spears or Limp Bizkit
or Backstreet Boys.
The day I was there it was the Backstreet Boys, and
thousands of girls
were screaming and weeping, like the days of
Beatlemania times 100. Most
of them held hand-lettered signs that said something
like "Carson: Bring
Me Up" or "Bring Me Up, I'll Do Anything." It turns
out some guy named
Carson Daly is the host of "Total Request Live," and
for each show a few
lucky kids are plucked out the screaming masses and
escorted past
security into the MTV studio, where they get to be on
TV and get to be in
the same room as their favorite boy-band group of all
time. Be still my
beating heart.
Anyway, I was trying to push my way through this
throng of hormone-
addled adolescents when I got stuck. The crowd was
just too thick, and
there was no moving forward or back. I looked at the
girl beside me, and
like all the others, she was holding a sign up over
her head that said
"I'll Do Anything, Carson, Anything!!!!!!!" with lots
of smiley faces and
I (Heart) Backstreet Boys and stuff.
She looked about 13 or 14, and was wearing a white
T-shirt, as it was a
warm day. Because her arms were over her head, her
young breasts pushed
against the front of her T, and I couldn't help but
notice that she was
quite well-endowed for such a young girl, and that
furthermore she was
not wearing a bra. In her excitement, her nipples were
erect and
thrusting forward against the thin cotton of her
shirt. Or maybe it was
because she was bouncing up and down on her toes, and
her breasts had to
be rubbing up against the shirt, stimulating those
ripe young nipples.
She looked sweet and wholesome, and probably no guy
had yet gotten his
hands or mouth on those wonderful bouncy girlish
breasts.
Without a moment's thought (you guys know how this
works), I found
myself sporting a rather dandy hard-on, which sprung
straight out from my
crotch. As I said, we were all jammed in there pretty
tight, and my
erection had no choice but to poke forward into the
denim-clad behind of
the pubescent little cutie in front of me. I was
embarrassed - I am,
after all, a school teacher, and sensitive to the
feelings of young girls
- but there was no way to withdraw.
The cutie in front of me managed to turn around,
but instead of
calling me a pervert, she smiled, flashing me a
mouthfull of braces. She
had the letters BSB painted all over her face. I don't
know if she even
knew what it was that was prodding her delectable
little bottom, but the
fact that she obviously didn't mind re-assured me.
So there I stood, a guy who is normally a pretty
decent human being,
ogling the nipples and breasts of the young girl next
to me, and letting
my dick luxuriate in the denim crease of another
girl's ass. All around
me, the teenies were screaming for the Backstreet Boys
and Carson Daly,
and the thought struck me: They all say they'll do
anything to "go up" to
the MTV Studios. A guy with a nasty streak and a taste
for young flesh
who had the power to pick girls from the crowd could
probably have
himself a mighty fine time. Some of these girls would
balk, and say they
didn't mean they'd do THAT, but plenty would probably
go along. Here you
go baby, just open your mouth real wide and let me
slide this onto your
tongue. Swallow it all down like a good girlie, and in
five minutes,
you'll be upstairs with the Backstreet Boys.
The fantasy made me even hotter, and my cock
throbbed a bit in its
warm, snug home. But all good things have to come to
an end, and
eventually the crowd parted, and I moved on, and went
back to my job as
an eighth-grade social studies teacher in a town that
will remain
nameless.
CHAPTER ONE
I had forgotten all about the experience in Times
Square when I won
the tickets to see the Backstreet Boys in concert.
Don't think for a
moment that I give a rat's patootie about the BSB, as
their fans call
them. Or at least I didn't at the time. Now I am
eternally grateful to
them.
I guess the radio station had a mixup in its
various sweepstakes. I
had entered a contest to get free tickets to go see
Chrissie Hynde and
the Pretenders (and don't get me started on sexual
fantasies where she is
concerned), but I didn't win. Then one morning I got a
call from the
station that I had won tickets to the upcoming
Backstreet Boys concert. I
told them that I hadn't entered any such contest, but
they said come on,
don't be a spoilsport, you won, and read off my name
and address. It
turned out I didn't just win any tickets, but they
were front row
tickets. Not only that, a guest and I would then get
to backstage after
the show and meet the Backstreet Boys their own bad
selves.
Will whoop dee fuckin doo, I thought. No Chrissie
Hynde, but some
flash-in-the-pan bubblegum boy band instead. What the
hell, I told 'em,
I'll take the tickets. If nothing else, it'll be fun
to see the reaction
of the kids in my classes when they hear old Mr.
Turner (not really so
old, just 33, but to a 14-year-old that's ancient) had
won tickets to the
Backstreet Boys. Maybe I'd scalp them, a public school
teacher's salary
being what it is, or something like that.
I never even got the chance to make the dramatic
announcement of my
"good fortune" to my kids. As soon as I walked in the
building that
morning, I was mobbed with kids.
"Mr. Turner! Mr. Turner! Was that you on the radio
this morning? Did
you win those tickets? Are you going? Can I have the
other one! Please,
Mr. Turner!" I just smiled and kept walking.
A middle-aged middle-school teacher is usually
pretty close to
invisible. The kids are very interested in each other,
who's making out
with whom, etc. The boys are into sports and Nintendo,
the girls into
music and whatever is on the WB. The last thing they
care about,
literally the very last thing, is the man in the front
of the room trying
to get them to care about U.S. history.
But that they, oh how they cared about me. My first
class was full of
questions, wiggling in their seats, all talking at
once. Even the cool
boys, who wouldn't admit to liking the Backstreet Boys
under penalty of
torture, at least thought it was cool that teacher had
been on the air on
the local pop radio station that morning. And the
girls were beside
themselves, as if the cast of "Dawson's Creek" had
walked in and said
"OK, who wants a kiss and an autograph?" They wiggled
and giggled and
fidgeted and peppered me with questions about what I
was going to do with
the tickets and backstage passes.
It was the same in all five of my classes.
Eventually it got tiresome,
and I was glad when the day ended. It was Friday, and
I was looking
forward to a weekend. I was newly "single" after my
girlfriend of a year,
Amy, had taken a job in California, and I was toying
with the idea of
going out to a singles bar and seeing what kind of
action there was.
When I got home, I showered, put on some sweats,
turned on CNN, opened
a Diet Coke and sat down to contemplate what I would
do that night. The
doorbell rang.
There on my front stoop stood Karina Magnuson and
Marie Taylor, two
girls from one of my classes. It was the first time
students of mine had
ever visited me at home, and I was a bit taken aback
at first.
"Hi, Mr. Turner!" Karina said with great enthusiasm.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, girls. How are you?"
"We're OK," Karina replied. "Can we, like, come
in?"
"Sure, yeah, I guess," I said, a bit puzzled, still
not seeing what
was coming. They sat down side by side on the sofa in
my living room.
Karina was definitely the peppier of the two; her eyes
shown with a
brightness that if I hadn't known better might have
been drugs. But
Karina was a good girl, never a troublemaker in class.
She wore the
standard dress of a 14-year-girl today: jeans, an
Abercrombie and Fitch
T-shirt, and sneakers. She had not yet really started
developing into a
woman; her breasts were small, her figure trim and
almost boyish. Her
blonde hair was cut short, and the paleness of her
skin emphasized what I
assumed to be a Scandinavian heritage.
Marie, sitting next to her, seemed nervous. She had
not yet made eye
contact with me. Like Karina, Marie was dressed in
T-shirt, jeans and
Keds. But unlike her partner, puberty had hit Marie
like a freight train
a couple of years ago. She had what must have been
36-C breasts, and
although she always kept them tightly encased in a
brassiere at school,
she was much talked about among the boys. On the few
occasions she wore
skirts, it was impossible not to notice that her legs
were now shaped
like a young woman's, her hips nicely flared. Marie
was not a classic
beauty in that Barbie-the-cheerleader way that matters
most to ninth
graders. She looked like she had some Mediterranean
heritage in her:
large brown eyes, dark lustrous hair that she wore
quite long, a nose
that was a little bit large by the standards of a
Beverly Hills plastic
surgeon but that would have had men in Naples or
Athens chasing her down
the alley.
Quite a pair, Karina and Marie, sitting there on my
sofa, obviously up
to something.
"So, ladies, to what do I owe the honor of this
visit?"
"Um, Mr. Turner, you know those Backstreet Boys
tickets?" Karina
began. "We were hoping that maybe you would, like,
maybe let us use them,
because we're the biggest fans ever of the Backstreet
Boys, you know? And
if you would do that, we would do anything for you in
return. Anything
you wanted. Anything at all."
I drew in a breath. I was pretty sure what this
14-year-old cutie was
offering me, and I remembered the feeling of hormones
and desperation
that poured off those girls in Times Square. But I had
to be very, very
careful.
"What do you mean, anything?" I asked.
"Well, like, you know, anything," Karina said.
Marie still hadn't said
a word, and when she looked at me, I could tell she
was a little anxious.
"We want those tickets soooooo bad, please, Mr.
Tucker, please, don't
make me say it."
"Don't make you say what, Karina?"
"You know, don't make me say what we'll do with
you. But you know, Mr.
Turner. We'll do it with you if you'll give us the
tickets." She smiled,
and it wasn't a fake smile. Little Karina was enjoying
this, and maybe
she was enjoying more than just the thought of the
backstage passes.
"I think I understand what you girls are offering.
But are you sure
you want to do this?" I took a deep breath, and
plunged ahead. "After
all, I have a feeling you're both virgins."
"Uh-huh," Karina nodded. "But to get to meet the
Backstreet Boys ..."
"Marie?" I asked. "Is this something you want to do
also?"
"Uh, yeah," said Marie. "I mean, it was like
Karina's idea, but I
really want to meet the Backstreet Boys, so I'll do
it, too."
"By 'do it,' then, I guess we're talking about
sex," I said.
"Well, duh!" Karina said, and both girls started
giggling. It was a
surreal moment, going from negotiating sex to hearing
them titter like
the schoolgirls I knew them to be.
"I just wanted to be sure," I said.
I needed time to think, to figure out what I was
going to do. OK, I
knew what I was going to do in the greater sense. I
was gonna ream these
two little girls for all they were worth. But this was
such a once-in-a-
lifetime opportunity, I wanted to maximize everything,
and also make sure
there were no slip-ups that would come back to haunt
me. If we got
caught, or the girls blabbed, I would be fired, barred
from teaching,
probably arrested and sent to jail. These sweet young
things were worth
some risk, but not that.
"OK, listen carefully to me girls. You say you'll
do anything for the
tickets and the passes. Is that right? Anything?"
"Yes sir," Marie answered, and Karina too.
"No matter what I tell you to do, you'll do it?
Because I don't want
you changing your minds halfway through. If you change
your minds, the
whole deal will be off."
"OK," they said meekly.
"Then here's the first thing. If you're going to
seduce a man, and
let's be honest, that's what you came here for, to
seduce me, you need to
wear seductive clothing. You need to both go home and
change into sexy
outfits. Be imaginative, be slutty. This isn't school
where you'll get in
trouble; just the opposite. Change into some sexy
clothes, then meet me
back here. How did you get here, by the way?"
"A cab," said Marie.
"Then here's $20 for cab fare. Go home, change, and
come on back here.
Be back in an hour. I'll be waiting. We'll have our
fun, and when we're
done, you'll be on your way to see the Backstreet Boys
in concert."
Karina shrieked - she was so wound up - at the
mention of the
Backstreet Boys, and I thought Marie was going to
hyperventilate. It was
obvious who the ringleader of the duo was, and if I
was going to make
this succeed, I was going to have to get Marie to the
same level of
enthusiasm as Karina. In fact, I was going to have to
do a lot.
I called the girls a cab and they took their money
and left, promising
they'd be back in an hour.
I picked up the phone and called my friend Trance. For
the girls who said
they would do anything, I needed the man who had
everything.
"Trance, old buddy, I got myself a situation," I
said. "I need all the
Ecstasy you have, and your camcorder with a fully
charged battery."
Needles to say, Trance peppered me with questions,
most of which were
about whether he could participate in whatever I had
going. I told him
no, that it was illegal and had the possibility of
falling apart at any
moment, but that if he brought over the items, I would
let him watch the
video when I was done. He grumbled, but relented, and
within 20 minutes
was at my door with the camcorder and the Ecstasy,
which he had
thoughtfully brought in powder form.
You may wonder what a middle-aged school teacher is
doing knowing a
man like Trance who has a supply of Ecstasy on hand,
and all I will say
is that I'm a teacher, not a fucking saint. I thanked
Trance and beat
down his repeated entreaties to stay and join in, or
at least be the
cameraman, and he finally left. I put the camcorder
upstairs in my
bedroom under a blanket in the corner, changed into a
bathrobe with
nothing on underneath, and waited for my girls to
return.
They did not disappoint me. With plenty of time left
in the hour, the
doorbell rang again, and there were Marie and Karina.
My heart jumped,
and so did my cock, when I saw them. Karina was
wearing a pleated
Catholic schoolgirl skirt, white socks and patent
leather penny loafers.
Her white cotton blouse was thin, and I could see that
underneath she
wore no bra. Her breasts were small, but her pink
nipples were clearly
visible.
Marie was the big surprise. I had sensed that she
was a reluctant
partner in this game, but she had dressed to kill. She
was wearing a pair
of Daisy Dukes cut off shorts that were so short and
so tight she would
have been arrested walking down the street. It looked
as if the center
seam cut right up between her legs, and I doubted she
could possibly be
wearing panties. They were cut as high in front as a
bikini bottom,
making them a mere scrap of denim. On top she had
taken a man's white
shirt and tied it off in her midriff, exposing her
belly button and her
smooth, tan belly. She was taller than usual, I noted,
due to black
stiletto spike heels. She had put on some makeup,
especially bright
scarlet lipstick. She looked like a 14-year-old whore,
as did Karina.
"Welcome, ladies," I said, trying to keep my voice
steady. "Come on
in. You look good enough to eat." Karina strolled in
and Marie tottered
after her, not used to the tall heels, like a little
girl playing dress-
up.
"Are you still up for our little adventure?"
"Yes, sir," they both answered.
"Then let me hear you each tell me what you will do
for those tickets
and passes."
"Mr. Turner, I'll do anything for those tickets,"
said Karina. Her
eyes were shining, glittering.
"You can fuck me if you want to."
"You can fuck me, too, Mr. Turner," said Marie. Her
voice was
stronger, and I guessed that Karina had given her a
pep talk.
"Very good, ladies. Come on in, and we'll begin."
CHAPTER TWO
THE MUSICAL SCENE-SETTER:
"Beneath your perfume and make-up/
You're just a baby in disguise/
And though you know/
That it is wrong to be/
Alone with me/
That come on look is in your eyes."
Ñ "Young Girl," Gary Puckett and the Union Gap
Marie and Karina sat back down on the same sofa. My
cock was stirring
under my robe, my heart was pounding, and I told
myself to settle down. I
had to be in control. While I was waiting for the
little honeys to
return, I had mapped out a tentative plan of how I
wanted the evening to
go. It was important to stick more or less to the
plan, although there
was room for improvising.
"May I say, you girls look absolutely
fantastic. I definitely
approve!"
They giggled again, exchanging glances. "Thank
you, Mr. Turner,
"Karina said shyly.
"So tell me, are you excited, scared, what?"
"A little of both," Marie admitted.
"It's gonna be fine," I reassured them. "You're
gonna have a good
time, I guarantee it." Again they exchanged looks, as
if knowing that the
other one was as deeply into this would give each one
strength.
"I'd like to make arrangements for you to spend the
night here," I
told them, which was part of my plan. "Before we get
started, you each
need to call home and tell your parents that you're
spending the night at
each others' houses. OK?"
"Spend the night?" gulped Karina. "Uh, Mr. Turner,
we hadn't, like,
you know..." she trailed off.
"Now, now, girls. Remember, you said you'd do
anything. Now let's get
on with it." I handed them the cordless phone.
"My parents are gone for the weekend," Marie
said. "We've got a
babysitter."
"That makes it even easier. Call the sitter."
She did, told whoever
the sitter was that she was spending the night with
Karina, then handed
the phone to the slim Nordic beauty.
Karina dialed, and talked to her mother. I
wondered briefly how
Karina had managed to get out of the house and into a
cab dressed the way
she was with her mother home, but quickly realized
that teenaged girls
are expert at sneaking past their parents. Karina hung
up.
"Let's start with some questions," I said. "Each of
you will answer
truthfully, even though you may be embarrassed. I
assure you when all is
said and done, the questions won't seem that bad. OK?"
They nodded in unison.
"Karina, let's start with you. You say you're
a virgin. Have you
ever kissed a boy?"
"Like, yeah."
"Ever let a boy feel you up? Get his hand
under your clothes?"
"Mr. Turner!"
"Oh, come on, young lady. You just said you
were willing to fuck me.
Those were your words. And now you're balking at some
questions?"
The Q and A proceeded in fits and starts, amid much
squirming and
giggling from my two little vixens. It turned out that
Karina had let
Brad Turlington get to second base under her bra, but
that was it. She'd
had a couple of beers at a couple of parties, never
smoked pot. Marie
was, to my surprise, the more experienced of the two.
She had been at a
party in a friend's basement a few months ago and
Geoff Masters, one of
the young gods of the ninth grade, had been making out
with her and
managed to talk her into a dark closet, where he
proceeded to unzip
himself and persuade young Marie to give him a furtive
blowjob. Even
Karina was shocked to hear this - she had had no idea!
- and I made Marie
describe the taste of Geoff's cum to her friend, part
of a sort of
desensitizing process. Partway through I realized I
was no longer asking
the questions, that Karina and Marie were chatting
away about Marie's one
sexual experience, with Karina pumping her for details
more expertly than
I ever could have.
I got up and went into the kitchen, opened a
bottle of Chardonnay
and poured three large glasses of wine. I stirred a
spoonful of powdered
Ecstasy into two of the glasses, and took a sip of
mine so the level was
lower and I would have it marked. When I brought the
wine into the living
room on a tray, Marie and Karina were talking up a
storm, with Marie
describing how it hadn't really been that bad giving
the blow job, and
had made her really horny, but then Geoff hadn't done
anything for her,
and anyway she probably wouldn't have let him, cause
it made her nervous
to think of taking off her pants in front of him, and
so on and on.
"Would you ladies like some wine?" I asked suavely.
They were surprised, I could tell, by a
teacher offering them
alcohol, but then they realized that alcohol was the
least of what was
going on, and they took their glasses and each took a
gulp. Karina
instantly gasped and her face turned red, as she
wasn't used to alcohol,
but she swallowed it and tried to look sophisticated.
Image is everything
to ninth-graders.
I turned the questioning to masturbation, and
learned that Karina had
tried it a few times, liked it, but wasn't sure if
she'd really had an
orgasm or not. Marie said she diddled herself once or
twice a month, and
was pretty sure had an orgasm. "I get really juicy
down there," she said,
which set Karina to giggling fiercely and made Marie
blush with
embarrassment.
"Let's set another little ground rule," I said. "No
coy references to
'down there' or anything. We'll call our body parts
what I know you girls
must call them when you have a slumber party. Tits,
pussy, cock. Let's
hear you say it."
"Tits, pussy, cock," Marie and Karina said, trying
to keep straight
faces. We all exploded in laughter.
"Wow, Mr. Turner, that must be really good
wine," Karina said. "It's
making me all dizzy."
"Yeah, it's good French wine, and you're
probably not used to it," I
said, leaving out the sexual stimulant I had slipped
into their drinks.
"I think it's time to go upstairs, girls."
They obediently got up off the sofa and I led
them upstairs to my
bedroom. They moved a little slowly and with some
wavering as the drug
began to work on their adolescent brains.
"We're gonna start off slowly," I said. "And
unlike your experience
with Geoff, Marie, I'm going to make sure that you
girls have a really
good time, too. Since you're the more experienced
masturbator, Marie,
we're gonna start with a little warming up exercise.
You lay down on the
bed, and pull down those sexy little shorts. Then you
play with yourself.
Karina and I will watch." I pulled up a couple of
chairs to the foot of
the bed and guided Karina to one.
"Ooh, gee, I don't know, Mr. Turner," said
Marie. "This is really
weird."
"No it isn't, Marie. We're just friends having
fun. If it helps, you
can close your eyes and pretend you're alone."
That seemed to help the slightly dazed
14-year-old buxom beauty.
Blushing furiously, she peeled her tight litte
cut-offs down her dark
legs, then untied her shirt and shrugged it off. I had
been right about
her not wearing panties under the shorts, but she was
wearing a nice lacy
bra that looked like a Wonderbra. "Take the bra off,
too, Marie, but
leave the shoes on," I said in my teacher's voice,
firm and somewhat
commanding without being too threatening.
Whether it was the drug or her own desire to
get the tickets or a
combination, Marie was compliant. In a moment she was
laying on my bed,
stark naked except for her black high heels. My God
she had a gorgeous
body, far better than I could have imagined. Although
she was voluptuous
for a young girl, she was tight as could be, firm all
over. Her tits were
magnificent, and my cock, which had been twitching,
was now fully erect
underneath my terry cloth robe.
"Go ahead, Marie, close your eyes and start
playing with yourself.
Pretend you're alone and that we're not here." She
obeyed, her right hand
parting the dark pubic hair that covered her pubescent
pussy, as she
searched out her clit. She made contact, and her
entire body gave a
little spasm.
"Thatta girl, Marie," I told her. "Is that
wine making you feel
good. You should be feeling very horny about now."
"Oh, Mr. Turner, I am, I am!" the teen
exclaimed. Her fingers
started moving a little faster, and she spread her
legs a little wider.
The fact that she was naked except for the high heels
made her seem even
more obscene.
Sitting next to me, Karina was quiet, but her
eyes were wide and I
could sense her breathing was increasing. I laid my
hand on her naked
thigh, just below the hem of her little plaid skirt.
Her skin was hot,
and she jerked a bit when I touched her.
"Ssshhhh," I whispered to her, my mouth right
next to her ear. "I'm
not gonna hurt you, honey. This is all gonna feel
really good. Now I want
you to unbutton your blouse and take off, then slip
off your panties."
Karina hesitated, then obeyed me, taking off
her blouse, exposing
those small breasts to my direct gaze. Then she
daintily lifted her butt
from the chair and pulled her panties down to her
ankles. I kept my mouth
pressed against her ear and let my tongue slip out
just a little and
tickler her there.
"Ohhh, Mr. Turner," she moaned, as she
squirmed in her seat. I let
my hand drift higher on her magnificent young thigh,
then higher, until
it was an inch away from her pussy. My heart was
pounding, and my cock
felt like a crowbar. I undid my bathrobe belt and let
the robe fall
aside, exposing my naked lap and my erection, which
pointed straight up
to the ceiling, desperate for attention.
"Karina," I whispered to her, "we're going to watch
Marie here, and
you're going to get your chance to have an orgasm.
You'll have lots of
orgasms tonight, my dear, and you'll know you've had
them. Now right now,
I'm going to reach over here and touch you gently on
your pussy, and I
want you to reach over here and put your hand on my
cock."
On the bed, Marie was beginning to moan. The
Ecstasy was working its
magic, and I had a feeling she had forgotten about
Karina and I sitting
there watching her. She licked her fingers, then
plunged them back down
to her succulent young cunt and began rubbing
furiously. "Ohhhhh,
Jeeeeeeez," she moaned. "Oh, Jeeeeeeeeeez."
I moved my hand to Karina's pussy and let it
rest there. Unlike when
I first touched her, she didn't flinch, and I thought
she was relaxing.
"Touch my cock, Karina, take your hand and wrap it
around my cock,
Karina, do it, Karina, do it," I whispered into her
ear. I could smell
the shampoo in her hair and taste her young skin and I
was in heaven with
all of the sensations.
Karina's hand slowly closed around my shaft.
Her fingers were cool
and firm. "Move it up and down, Karina. Pump my cock
with your fist," I
ordered her. "You can close your eyes, too, and let me
make you feel
good." I used my index finger to tickle the opening of
her virgin pussy,
and when she moaned, I knew I had. She moved her legs
apart a little
more, allowing me more access, and began to move her
little fist up and
down on my throbbing erection.
Marie was lost in her own little world,
playing with herself on my
bed. Her legs were now drawn up, the soles of her
shoes flat, but her
knees splayed open a bit. Karina's pussy was getting
wetter and wetter
through its natural lubrication, and I could feel the
hood covering her
little clit retract, exposing that tiny
super-sensitive organ to my
finger. I pushed a little and began to rub Karina's
clitoris.
"Ohh, Mr. Turner, that feels so good. I feel
so weird from the wine,
all tingly and buzzy and everything, but that feels so
good. I didn't
know if I was gonna like this, you know?"
"Shhhh," I admonished. "Let's whisper so we
don't disturb Marie.
Keep jacking my cock up and down. I know you've never
done it before, but
I think you have an idea what to do."
Precum was dripping out of the piss-hole atop
my dick, and as
Karina's sweet little fist crested the bulging purple
head, she picked up
some of the moisture and slid it back down the length
of my shaft,
lubricating me. I gritted my teeth, trying to decide
whether to cum yet.
One the one hand I wanted to so badly, getting a hand
job from one of my
young students while I watched another writhe, naked
and panting and
moaning and jerking off, on my queen-size bed. On the
other hand, I knew
a 33-year-old guy like myself was going to have a
limited number of
orgasms over the evening, three for sure, five if I
was lucky, and I
wasn't sure I wanted to "waste" one of my gushers in a
hand job.
My prudent side won out. I whispered in
Karina's ear: "I'm going to
take some movies of Marie now, and then we'll show
them to her later as a
surprise. As part of your promise to do anything,
don't make a sound
while I get out the video camera. Instead, why don't
you use the hand
you've been jacking me off and start playing with
yourself the way Maria
is." I felt her nod OK.
I got up and retrieved the movie camera. I was
afraid the electronic
whir when I turned it on would alert young Marie, but
she was lost in her
own little sexually overheated dream world. I framed
her lying there, her
dark hair spilling all over the pillows, her eyes
squeezed shut, her
right hand working her little clit. Her nipples were
erect, nice and big
and pointy, and perspiration was shining on her tan
skin. She was
babbling a little, "Oh God Oh Jesus Oh God," and her
chest was heaving. I
was getting every second on videotape.
My robe hung loose at my side, my erection
jutting out, angry and
purple and swollen. I knew that little slut Marie was
wet and juicy, and
I thought about plunging my hard-on straight up into
her teenaged gash,
but restrained myself. There was time, and plenty of
it, and I wanted to
have a really great video for us all to watch
together. I also wanted to
bring the girls along as willing playmates, not as
victims.
I caught Karina out of the corner of my eye.
Her hand was not
underneath that Catholic schoolgirl kilt, and although
I couldn't see it,
I knew she was masturbating. She paid no attention to
me, just watched
her best friend pounding her own little pussy on the
bed. The room was
beginning to smell slightly of female fluids, a sweet,
musky smell coming
from their open, juicy little twats.
"I'm gonna cum!" Marie suddenly yelled, and her
fingers became a blur,
circling her little clit faster and faster. "I'm gonna
cum oh shit oh
shit oh shit I'm gonna cum!" I kept her entire body in
full frame on the
viewfinder, as she began to buck her hips up and down
on the bed. Karina
was staring at her friend, eyes wide.
With a strangled scream, Marie launched into
an orgasm. Her knees
started to close, almost of their own accord, then
sprang back open. She
was huffing and puffing, and her nipples seemed to be
spiking up to the
ceiling. She was drenched in sweat. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
OHHHHHHHH!" Marie
shouted.
"Oh, golly," I heard Karina breathe softly
behind me. She was
watching her friend locked in a powerful orgasm while
she played with her
own pussy. In both girls, the Ecstasy was now working
its magic on them,
and I thought for a moment that neither one knew or
cared that I was even
in the room.
Marie sagged back into the bed, her lithe
young body suddenly going
limp. She opened her eyes. "Mr. Turner!" she shrieked.
"What are you
doing??!"
"I'm making a video, my lovely Marie," I said
soothingly. "You were
just so beautiful and sexy laying there, and I wanted
you to be able to
see how you looked."
"Jeez, you didn't say anything about taping
us!"
"I know, but you said you'd do anything,
remember? And that includes
being on video. Don't worry, I won't show the tape to
anybody," I lied.
"Karina, have you been watching me?" Marie
asked her friend.
"God, yes, Marie, it was so, like, totally
hot!" Karina panted. Her
hand continued busily under her skirt. "You should
have seen yourself!"
"Why don't we watch?" I suggested, and popped
the tape out of the
camcorder and into the VCR under my TV. After
rewinding, the tape began,
and there was Marie, in a scene that took place only
10 minutes ago, once
again approaching orgasm.
"I look weird," Marie said. "Gross."
"No you don't," I soothed the youngster. "You
look incredibly,
amazingly sexy. Scoot over, Marie, I'm gonna lay down
beside you to
watch. Karina, why don't you get on the other side of
me." I stripped off
my robe and lay down on the bed, stark naked, my
erection straining
upward, engorged with blood.
"Karina hasn't cum yet, and neither have I," I
told Marie. I think
it's time we all got even on our orgasms, don't you?
"I don't know," Marie said. "I just feel so
incredible. That wine
was really powerful, I can feel it all over my body,
down to my toes."
"That's also the way you feel after a really
good orgasm," I told
her. Karina had stripped off all over clothes, without
even being asked,
a very good sign, and lay down on the other side of
me. All three of us
were now nude (except for Marie's black pumps), me in
the middle, cock
hard and waiting, a ninth-grade girl, buzzed on
Ecstasy and adventure and
adolescents hormones, on either side of me.
I was smack in the middle of a 14-year-old
sandwich. And it was time
to gobble some salami.
"OK, girls, time for the next game," I told
them. "You see my cock?
You're both gonna take turns sucking on the head.
Neither one of you has
to do it all, you can go and back forth. Pretend
you're sharing an ice
cream cone. And if you want to keep playing with
yourselves while you do
it, please feel free. Now get up on your hands and
knees, that's a girl,
very good, and start taking turns using your sweet
little mouths on my
dick."
And they began. Ahhhhhhhh.
CHAPTER THREE
Shit and hellfire, I couldn't believe it. A few
hours ago, Karina and
Marie were just a couple of normal little ninth-grade
girlies, sitting in
my U.S. history class, not paying attention to what I
had to say about
the Missouri Compromise.
And now here all three of us were on my bed. Me,
naked, laying on my
back, partially propped up on some pillows like a
pasha in his harem, an
erection jutting up from my crotch that was hard
enough to crack a cinder
block. And here was little Karina kneeling on one side
of my cock, and
voluptuous Marie kneeling on the other side. The
purple head already
glistened with their saliva.
"OK, girls, let's take turns," I told them. "And I
want you both to
participate equally. What you do is out your mouth
right over the head,
and then start lowering your head so that more and
more goes in. You
don't have to make yourself choke, but I'll be
interested to see which of
you can get more of my dick into your mouth."
Karina's head bobbed down, and my dick was
enveloped in the staggering
warmth and softness of her mouth. Her tongue was
scraping against the
sensitive tissue on the underside of the head.
Completely inadvertent, I
assumed, because she said this was her first time with
a dick in her
mouth, and I believed her. She wasn't exactly ready to
star in a porn
movie, but hey, a willing 14-year-old girl who's
trying to get as much of
your dick into her young mouth as possible is just
going to be the right
thing at the right time, know what I mean?
"Oh God, yes, Karina, that is so good. You are so
hot, girl, so hot,"
I moaned. She seemed pleased at being praised. I was,
after all, their
teacher, and even though they pretended not to care,
praise from an
authority figure still carries some weight.
Karina pulled back, and a second later Marie's head
went down, and my
cock slid into her mouth. It was the first time I'd
ever had a double
blow-job, being passed between two mouths, let along
two underaged
jailbait mouths. Marie's lips stretched around my
hard-on and slid down
my shaft, down, down, to about the half way point. She
held it there for
a few seconds, then pulled. And it was Karina's turn.
And Marie's turn.
And Karina's turn. And Marie's turn.
Meanwhile, the video I had just shot of Marie
masturbating continued
to play on my TV. Laying there, I could flick my eyes
back and forth
between watching the adolescent schoolgirl fingering
her clit and
moaning, and the two girls bobbing up and down on my
cock. They didn't
seem to be paying much attention to the video, though,
and were focused
on their task.
"Karina, I think Marie is beating you," I said.
"She's getting her
mouth further down than you are. You don't want her to
win, do you?"
Actually, there was no prize, except for a mouthful of
my jism that was
due to come fairly soon, but the power of suggestion
can be surprisingly
strong, and Karina accepted this notion. On her next
turn, I could feel
her mouth sliding down further, until the tip of my
cock touched the back
of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, and while I'm
sure it didn't
feel good to her, the spasm of her throat muscles
milked my cock and felt
like a little bit of heaven.
On the tape, Marie was cumming now, screaming and
pounding away at her
little pussy. Her orgasm ended, and the tape cut off.
I decided it was
time to add some more video to my collection, so I
instructed Marie to go
pop the tape out of the VCR and give me the tape and
the camcorder.
"Karina, you keep doing what you're doing. But I also
want you to wrap
your hand around my dick and start rubbing up and
down," I told her.
Marie gave me the camcorder, and I got it hoisted
up and focused. I
pressed "Record," and had a great view of Karina
working away at
pleasuring me. The view was of my stomach, my hard-on
and my legs, with
Karina to one side, her hand working up and down on my
shaft, her head
moving up and down on my dick.
"Oh yeah, baby, that feels so fuckin' good," I told
her. "Now I want
you to try something different, Karina sweetie.
Instead of moving your
mouth on and off me, I want you to fasten your mouth
right down over the
head of my cock and start gently sucking me. Pretend
you're trying to
suck a ping-pong ball through a garden hose." And she
did. Oh sweet
Jesus, that 14-year-old kid starting doing exactly
what I had told her to
do.
Karina Magnuson's hot, wet, young mouth was
fastened on the head of my
dick like a sea lamprey, while her fingers were
wrapped tightly around my
shaft, pulling the loose skin up and down. I could
feel the jism in my
balls starting to boil, could feel those nuts starting
to climb upward,
preparing to let loose a torrent into this girl's
mouth for the first
time in her young life. So far, the girls had done
exactly what they were
asked/told to do, all for a couple of backstage passes
to the Backstreet
Boys. It was time to up the ante a little bit, and see
if I could make
them go further than they had dreamed when they had
struck this devil's
deal.
"Marie, I want you to lie down on the bed, with
your head toward the
end. Go ahead, honey." She did so, laying on her back
so that hee head
was down near my knees. This put her pussy within
reach of my left hand,
and I reached out and began to stroke it gently,
tenderly.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Turner," she moaned, and opened her
legs a bit more. Oh,
she was turning into a little slut all right.
"Karina, in just a minute I'm going to cum. And
even though you've
never had a man cum in your mouth before, I'm sure
you've talked about it
with your friends, and you know I'm gonna shoot some
sperm out."
"I know, Mr. Turner, like, I'm not stupid," she
said, raising her
mouth off my dick, but continuing her exquisite
handjob.
"Well, when I cum, I want you to catch it all in
your mouth. But I
don't want you to swallow it. Just hold the cum in
your mouth, OK
Karina."
"How come?"
"I'll tell you after I've cum. But do as I say, or
you won't get the
tickets and passes." I was having trouble talking
rationally as my groin
felt like it was about to erupt. But I gave my
instructions, and kept the
camcorder going. "Now out your mouth back on me,
Karina, and start
sucking the head again, and in just a little bit
you're going to find out
what it feels like to have a man cum in your mouth."
The sweet schoolgirl obeyed me, and once again I
was engulfed by her
tender mouth. She began sucking in earnest, and I
could see her cheeks
puffing in and out.
"Oh yeah Karina, you little hottie, that is so
fuckin' great, keep
your mouth on me baby, don't pull your head back no
matter what. That's a
girl. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Oh FUCK!"
And I was cumming into Karina's mouth. Her eyes
bugged out in
surprise, but bless her little heart, she kept her
mouth on me, kept
sucking away. I filled her mouth with my hot salty
semen, what felt like
about a quart of my nasty jism, all going into
Karina's 14-year-old
mouth.
She met my eyes and I could see she was questioning
whether it was OK
to pull her mouth back. As much as I hated the
thought, it was time to
move on to the next stage, and I told her she could
remove her mouth, but
under no circumstances could she swallow, or the deal
would be cancelled.
"Now here's what I want you girls to do next.
Karina, lean over Marie.
Marie, open your mouth. Karina, bend down so that your
mouth is a few
inches above Marie's open mouth, and let my cum
dribble out of your mouth
slowly into Marie''s mouth.
"Eewwww, Mr. Turner, that's gross!" Marie
protested.
"Oh come on, Marie, don't be a baby. Didn't you
tell me you've already
had a guy cum in your mouth."
"Well, yeah," she said, "but that was kind of
natural. This is, like,
perverted, you know?"
"No it's not," I replied. "Women in porn movies do
this all the time."
"They do?" said Marie.
Karina, of course, couldn't say a word during this
entire exchange.
Her mouth was full of my semen, her sweet cheeks
bulging slightly. I had
a feeling that she was more than willing to get rid of
the load I had
deposited, and if it meant putting it into her
friend's mouth, that was
fine with her."
"Yes, they do, Marie. And if you don't do this for
me, then it's no
Backstreet Boys. Remember, you said you'd do anything.
You didn't say
you'd do what you felt like."
"But I didn't think I was gonna have to, like,
pretend to be a porno
star," Marie protested.
"Karina, take your position over Marie's mouth.
Marie, quit talking
and open wide," I ordered.
Reluctantly, Marie did as she was told. I made the
video camera zoom
in for a close of the girls' heads. God, I could sell
this thing for a
fucking fortune on the Internet, I thought.
"Now dribble it out slowly, Karina. And Marie,
don't swallow it. Just
let it collect in your mouth."
I filmed the semen as it slowly dribbled out of
Karina's mouth into
Marie's mouth. If I hadn't just come 60 seconds ago,
the scene would have
caused me to cum right on the spot. Two schoolgirls,
innocent for the
most part, swapping my sperm!
The white goo continued to drip out, and I zoomed
in even tighter on
Marie's open mouth, watching it pool inside. Soon
Karina was done, her
mouth empty, and my spunk had all been transferred to
Marie.
"Very good. Now we're gonna change places. Karina,
lay down on the
bed, face up. Marie, get on your hands and knees over
Karina. Keep the
sperm in your mouth and don't swallow."
"Mr. Turner, can I say something?" said Karina, now
that her mouth was
finally empty.
"You can say that you're happy to do anything I
want. But anything
other than that, no you can't. I don't want to hear
any more bitching.
Just do it."
They did. Karina laid back, and Marie, her mouth
full of my sperm,
got over her.
"Nice and close, Marie. I want your lips exactly
one inch from
Karina's lips. Open wide, Karina, here it comes!"
Again my two young students began to transfer my
sperm. It oozed out
of Marie's mouth in long, sticky strands, falling into
Karina's mouth. I
continued taping the whole thing.
When they were finished, I said: "OK, one last
little trick and then
we'll move on to something else. You girls sit up on
the bed, legs
crossed, facing each other. That's the way. Very good.
Now lean your
faces in, and kiss each other. And while you kiss,
Karina, you push the
cum into Marie's mouth."
"Mr. Turner, no way!" Marie said, almost shouting.
"We're not
lesbians!"
"I know you're not lesbians," I replied calmly.
"I'm not making you
have lesbian sex. But I'm getting tired of repeating
this: You said you'd
do anything, and this is what I'm making you do. You
want to get dressed
and go home now, be my guest, but it will be without
those Backstage Boys
tickets. You'll have done all this so far for
nothing."
"But I didn't think you'd make me kiss a girl,"
Marie said. Again,
Karina was silent, her mouth full.
"Enough of this shit," I said coldly. "Either give
each other a nice
long tongue-kiss, or get out."
Karina and Marie looked into one another's eyes.
They were friends,
and maybe, somewhere in the back of her mind, one of
them harbored a tiny
secret crush on the other. It happens among young
adolescent girls. Or
maybe, in this case, not. I didn't really care. I just
wanted to keep
pushing them, a little at a time, and see what kind of
hoops I could make
them jump through to get the fucking tickets.
Something passed between them, I wasn't sure what.
But they did as
they were told, leaning their faces in toward one
another. Their lips
met, tentatively at first, then they locked firmly
into place. The
camcorder whirred softly as I watched the incredible
scene through the
viewfinder.
Both Karina and Marie had their eyes squeeze shut
tight, and I could
see them working their mouths.
"Push the sperm out, Karina. Use your tongue.
Marie, let Karina get
her tongue into your mouth."
Karina Magnuson and Marie Taylor were
french-kissing on my bed, my
sticky jism being passed between them. Ah, life is
good.
Soon they parted. "Both of you, open your mouths. I
want to see that
it all got into Marie's mouth." Sure enough, Marie's
mouth was now full
of semen. Karina's had a thin coating on her teeth and
tongue, and
probably would until I let her was her mouth out or
gargle.
"One more time," I instructed. "Take Two. And then
we'll finish this
scene."
This time the girls didn't protest. They didn't
seem exactly
passionate, either, but they both leaned forward and
their lips met, and
it looked to me more like a kiss between real lovers.
I knew Marie's
tongue was now inside Karina's mouth, and wondered if
Karina's little
pussy was fluttering a bit, given the erotically
charged atmosphere in
the room and the deep soul kiss she was receiving.
They parted, and I noted they were both panting a
little, short of
breath. "OK, girls, you can both swallow now," I said,
and put down the
camcorder.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked.
The girls looked sheepish. They wouldn't look at
each other, or at me.
They were obviously embarrassed. Somehow it shamed
them more to kiss
another girl then to suck a man off. Or maybe kissing
another girl wasn't
as bad as they thought, and this made them feel
conflicted.
"Did you like it maybe a little bit?" I prodded.
"I dunno," mumbled Marie, looking down.
"Karina?"
"It was OK," she allowed.
"Come on, you girls are best friends. And it's not
like you had sex.
You can admit it if you liked kissing each other a
little."
"I liked it a little," Marie said, and finally
raised her eyes and
looked at Karina. Karina smiled.
"Me, too," she said. "A little."
"That's nice," I said. "Now I believe that Marie
has had a nice
orgasm, and I know I've had a nice orgasm, but Karina
hasn't cum yet. So
it's your turn to cum, Karina. Now since you told me
you're not as
experienced a masturbator as Marie, we'll give you a
little help. Have
you ever had someone go down on you?"
"No," she said shyly.
"Well, it's your lucky day," I told her. "Cause you
get to lie back
now and have someone go down on you. And you even get
to choose. Would
you like it to be me or your friend Marie? Whichever
one you choose will
get down between your open legs and gently lick your
pussy until you cum.
It's up to you who does it."
Karina looked at Marie. I knew instantly what her
choice was going to
be, but wasn't sure whether Marie would go along. Oh,
she'd go along
eventually, I'd make sure of that. I picked up the
camcorder and checked
that there was still plenty of tape.
Karina locked eyes with Marie.
"Uh, Marie?" she began.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE MUSICAL SCENE-SETTER:
"Did you say I've got a lot to learn/
Well don't think I'm trying not to learn/
Since this is the perfect spot to learn/
Teach me tonight."
- "Teach Me Tonight," old jazz standard, words and
music by Cahn and
dePaul
It crossed my mind, briefly, if maybe all of this
had been a set-up by
Karina, the little minx. I remembered how excited she
had been when she
and Marie first came to my door and proposed their
little plan, how her
eyes had seemed to sparkle. Maybe the Backstreet Boys
tickets were just a
ruse. Maybe I was just a pawn in her game. Maybe the
whole idea was
Karina's, and what she really wanted was to have a
lesbian experience
with her best friend, but was too shy to ask. And the
tickets and I were
just means to get to her particular end. After all,
she hadn't hesitated
as to who she wanted to give her cunnilingus.
But as Dennis Miller used to say, "Oh fuck it, who
wants pie?" It was
time to get back to real fucking rather than
mind-fucking.
"Karina!" Marie was shrieking. "I don't believe
you! There is like no
fucking way I'm gonna like eat you out."
"Hey, settle down, Marie," I ordered. 'We're all
here to have fun. I
seem to remember reading an article in Cosmopolitan
that a lot of women
think that only other women can do a truly first-rate
job of giving
another woman an oral orgasm." This was, of course, a
lie, but it sounded
like something in Cosmo, and I was dealing with two
14-year-old girls
here, whose minds were still clouded with Ecstasy, and
whose
sophistication wasn't that great to begin with.
"Yeah, I read that too," Karina said. Suddenly it
was me and little
Karina, she of the lithe, slender body, short blonde
hair and freckles,
on one team, and Marie, darker, more voluptuous, by
herself on the other
team. "I read that," Karina repeated. One thing about
Ecstasy, it doesn't
exactly lead to sparkling repartee.
"And anyway," Karina added, "Mr. Turner is like
making us do all this
stuff, Marie."
"Indeed I am," I said. "You girls said you'd do
anything to see the
Backstreet Boys, and now I'm deciding what anything
means. And right now
it means that Marie is gonna use her mouth on Karina
and give Karina a
mind-blowing orgasm. And Marie, I intend to see that
you like it, too.
I'm gonna be doing things to you, too."
Marie slid past the faulty logic, that it was me
making her eat out
Karina, when just a few moments ago I said it was
Karina's choice. I
pressed the advantage.
"Marie, let me ask you. Is your body still kind of
buzzing from that
wine?"
"Uh, yeah," Marie said, a bit confused.
"And is your pussy still pulsing a little from when
you masturbated,
and all the sexual excitement we've been creating here
in my bedroom?"
"Uh huh."
"Then lay that sweet body of your back on the bed,
Marie. You'll like
this, I promise. Lay on your back, that's a girl."
Soon Marie was sprawled again on my bed, her long
dark hair once again
spread out against the white linens. Her body was
truly magnificent for a
mere 14-year-old girl's; her breasts alone looked like
they would win
first prize at any Spring Break wet T-shirt contest
among college girls.
"Now Karina, you climb up over Marie's face. Put a
knee on either side
of her head, and lower your little pussy down toward
her mouth, but don't
cover her up yet. OK?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Turner," Karina said, and she caught
my eye. God what a
look we exchanged. In some ways the look that passed
between my student
Karina Magnuson and I was even sexier than when the
two youngsters had
taken turns slurping on my cockhead. It was a look of
lust, and of
knowing exactly what was going on, and of pure joy.
Usually Karina was a
good little girl in class who didn't dress
provocatively or cause
trouble. I wondered if the Ecstasy had unlocked some
secret place in
Karina's brain, some adolescent sexpot she had been
repressing.
Karina assumed her position over Marie's face, and
I moved down with
my head between Marie's splayed open thighs. I put my
hands on the inside
of her thighs, on the most incredibly soft tan skin
imaginable, and
spread them open. Watching her pussy intently., I saw
that little pink
portal open up, the labia splitting apart, providing a
welcome
opportunity for the tonguing to come.
I lowered my face into the teenage cunt and inhaled
deeply. Ah, the
aroma of a teenaged girl who has just masturbated! My
cock began to
twitch, even though it had only been a short while
since I had cum. Then
I leaned in a little more, and touched my tongue to
Marie's clit.
"Yeeeeee!" she shrieked. Her pelvis shot up, and so
did her head, both
involuntarily reflexes at the intense and sudden
sexual thrill. But when
her pelvis shot up, it just drove her twat even
tighter against my mouth,
and I fastened my lips onto her clit and began to
suck.
Meanwhile, by jerking her head up, she had rammed
her face directly up
into Karina's snatch, and her best friend gasped and
let out a quick
burst of air. I could sense that Karina was lowering
herself onto Marie's
face as she sank back down onto the bed, and hoped
that Karina had the
good sense not to smother her friends. Although what a
way to go, as they
say, smothered by 14-year-old pussy.
I decided to do my best to distract Marie by
continuing to give her
the best pussy-lapping I knew how to give. I licked up
her clit in long
swipes with my tongue, which caused her to tremble. I
used my tongue as a
tiny battering ram and fucked into her pussy with it,
enjoying the taste
of her female juices as they flowed and flowed. I
reached out with my
fingers and gently spread her lips apart, exposing all
the succulent pink
teen flesh to my ravenous mouth.
Marie was moaning now, making loud noises that were
completely
unintelligible. I had a feeling that her moaning and
screaming while her
mouth was buried deep in her best friend's pussy was
probably giving
Karina some mighty nice vibrations, sort of the
girl-to-girl equivalent
of a humbjob. I paused for a moment and lifted my
face.
"Don't suffocate her, Karina honey," I told her.
"And tell me
everything you're feeling while she's doing this. She
can hear you too."
"Oh, God, Mr. Turner, oh God, I've never felt
anything like this in my
life. Oh my pussy feels so wet and so open. I feel
like I'm on fire."
I bent down and resumed my relentless tonguing of
my young student's
privates. The little hood that covered her clit was
now completely drawn
back, and that small pink pearl was completely exposed
to my tongue and
lips. I worked it hard, then worked it soft, playing
with her, toying
with her. The little organ was swollen and throbbing,
the juices were
running freely from her young fuck hole, I knew Miss
Marie Taylor was
close to cumming her brains out.
Karina, meanwhile, kept up her lewd litany, rocking
back and forth on
her best friend's face.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned. Her eyes were
screwed tightly shut,
her breathing heavy, her chest coated in perspiration.
Although her
breasts were small, mere A-cups on her torso, her
nipples were reacting
like an adult woman's, pushing out, hard as pebbles.
"Play with your nipples, Karina," I told her. "Pull
on them gently."
She obeyed, taking a nipple in each hand and pulling
them out. It only
made her moan harder.
"Oh God, yes, eat me eat me eat me!" she wailed,
and started to bounce
up and down on Marie's face.
I couldn't see what Marie was doing to Karina's
cunt, but whatever it
was, it was working. Maybe Marie was being an
enthusiastic cunnilinguist
for her friend, or maybe she was just laying there,
and Karina was
rocking her young pussy back and forth across Marie's
nose and mouth. But
when I heard the deep, sexual moaning coming from
Marie's head, trapped
between Karina's strong young thighs, I knew that
Marie had to be
participating somewhat.
It was time to tip Marie over the edge, and I
slipped my right hand up
between her parted legs. Two fingers, pressed
together, slid as easily
into her dripping snatch as a straw into a milkshake.
She shuddered at
the penetration, and her mumbled raving grew louder. I
began to piston my
fingers in and out, finger-fucking this 14-year-old
beauty, and sucked
hard on her clit. Suddenly her body grew rigid, and
her thighs clamped
together on either side of my head, squeezing my ears.
Marie was cumming
again.
The sounds that came from between Karina's legs as
Marie came were like
a wounded elephant trumpeting. No words were
intelligible, just bleats of
pure orgasmic lust. I could feel her pussy spasming on
my fingers, and I
pushed them further and further into the tight
wetness. I reamed her and
tongued her while she gushed.
"Mr. Turner! Mr. Turner!" Karina yelled. "I'm gonna
cum! I'm gonna
cum!" Apparently Marie's screaming into her pussy had
turned the
schoolgirl on so much that she was hurdling over the
top too. I lifted my
face and was surprised to see her pulling on her
little nipples so hard
that they stood out an amazing three inches from her
chest!
"Yes! Yesssss! Eat me, God yesssss!" Karina
screamed, and I was glad I
lived in a neighborhood with no houses nearby, as she
could easily be
heard out on the street, even with the windows closed.
The erotic games were having an effect on me as
well. To my great
delight, the initial twitchings of my cock had turned
into a full fledged
hard-on, less than an hour after I had emptied my seed
into teenaged
lips.
"Stay right there, Karina," I instructed. "Don't
get up. Marie,
you're about to have the first fuck of your life!" I
pulled myself up,
made the adjustments, and put the head of my cock
right at the slick open
lips of her cunt.
Were those screams of protest I heard coming from
Marie? Hard to tell,
with her face trapped by Karina. Well, I didn't hear
her say no, and even
if I did, it was time to push.
And push I did, sliding my erection into her sweet,
hot pussy as if it
was always meant to be, as if it was home. God she was
tight. Marie had
said she was a virgin, and there was no reason not to
believe her, even
though there was no blood. Girls these days rarely
have an intact hymen
even if they are true virgins, what with gymnastics
and horseback riding
and maybe even masturbating with whatever items they
can find.
I slid my hard-on into my young student's velvet
glove, and listened
to her incoherent sounds wafting up into Karina's
cunt. The poor girl
must have been managing to breathe somehow under
Karina's rocking pelvis,
but neither of us had seen her face for quite some
time, trapped as it
was between Karina's strong young thighs.
"God, Marie, I can seen Mr. Turner's thing going
right up inside you,"
Karina yelped. "It's so cool!"
"Remember to call it a cock, not a thing,
dear," I instructed. "But
keep telling Marie what you're seeing. I like that!"
"His cock is so big, Marie! He's pulling it
all the way out and then
shoving it back in. Over and over and over! Oh, man!
Oh, wow."
Marie's muffled howls (protest at being
fucked? pleasure at what I
was doing to her?) continued to echo in my bedroom. I
rammed my dick into
my little 14-year-old student repeatedly, as the
juiciness of her pussy
increased with every stroke.
"Oh, yeah, keep lickin' me, keep lickin' me,
oh yeah oh yeah oh
yeah!" Karina wailed, and she scrunched up her pretty
little face as
another powerful orgasm washed over her. She bounced
up and down so
violently on Marie's face I was afrain she might break
the poor girl's
nose.
After Karina came down from her orgasmic
throes, I told her to lean
over toward me. This would allow Marie to catch her
breath a little as
Marie's ass was lifted off her face, and also bring
Karina closer to me.
We heard Marie for the first time. "Oh, Jeez,
I can feel your dick,
Mr. Turner. It feels good. Keep doing that, please,
don't stop!" the
brunette bombshell called out.
"Kiss me, Karina," I said. I was back on my
haunches with my lower
legs folded under me, a good position to set up a
strong, rhythmic
fucking of my student Marie. But my torso was upright,
and now Karina
leaned forward until her face was just inches from
mine, our mouths
close..
"Are you gonna kiss me, Mr. Turner? Do you
like having me and
Marie as your little schoolgirl sluts?" she asked in a
breathy little
voice. The lithe little girl was obviously into this
play-acting with
considerable gusto, a combination, I figured, of her
own horniness and
the Ecstasy I'd fed her and Marie earlier. "Do you
think I'm sexy, Mr.
Turner? Do you want me?"
"God yes, Karina, I want you so bad!" I said.
"You are so sexy, you
sweet sweet girl. Lean in and give me a kiss."
Our lips met. She parted her lips, and slipped
her tongue into my
mouth. It's strange, here I was fucking one girl, not
too long after
having had both girls sucking my rod like crazy,. but
somehow kissing my
ninth-grade student seemed like breaking the biggest
taboo of all. She
moaned softly as my tongue explored her mouth, and I
reached out and
tweaked her nipples.
"Oh year, Mr. Turner, pull on my nipples!" she
exclaimed. I did,
pulling them out, gently but firmly, away from her
chest, the way I had
seen her do when she was cumming.
"Fuck me, Mr. Turner! Fuck me!" Marie yelled,
and I did. I felt my
cock swell, my balls tighten, and my orgasm approach.
The last thing I
wanted to do was cum inside this teenager and make her
pregnant, so
reluctantly I pulled my dick out of her sucking little
cunt.
"Hey! Why'd you stop?" Marie asked
"Shut up and eat your friend's pussy," I told
her. She lifted her
head slightly, and Karina sighed as Marie's tongue
made contact again
with her clit.
"Karina, bend all the way over and lick Marie.
I'm gonna shoot my
cum on both of you," I told her.
Karina did as she was told, bending over and
fastening her lips onto
her friend's cunt, which was bright red and gaping
wide open from the
pummeling I had been giving her. Marie shrieked with
pleasure, and the
two girls started going at it fiercely on my bed in a
classic 69. I was
torn. Part of me wanted to keep them playing their
little lesbian game,
keep them eating one another to orgasm after orgasm.
Another part wanted
to cum in a pussy or a mouth. But I knew that after I
came a second time,
and had time to rest, I would be ready for round
three, and that there
was one more orifice I had yet to probe with my cock.
These girls would
not get out of here tonight without at least one being
fucked up the ass!
So I fisted my cock, and started pumping. I
was kneeling on my bed,
watching my students lap each other's pussies like
starving dogs, both of
them writhing and squealing, lost in their own little
world.
"I'm gonna shoot my sperm all over you nasty
little girls now," I
said, and Karina paused long enough to say, "Yeah, do
it, do it!" and
then stuck her face back down onto Marie's pussy.
A few more jerks, and I came, surprisingly
hard, and watched as
thick ropey jets of jism spewed out, coating the naked
girls. It got on
Karina's back (since she was on top) and in her hair,
and I adjusted the
aim on my cock so that some squirted out onto Marie's
belly and tits. My
sperm dripped down off Karina onto Marie, and whether
it was the thought
that I had coated them in semen, or the drugs, or the
cunnilingus (most
likely it was the latter), my two little sweeties
launched into orgasms
themselves, a feeding frenzy of girl lust. They
screamed into each
other's pussies, which seemed to ratchet them up more
and more. One
orgasm led directly to another, and to another, and to
another, as the
last drops of semen dripped from my dick onto their
smooth young bodies.
Spent, exhausted, sweaty, coated in love juices of
all sorts, the
three of us collapsed onto the bed, the girls hugging
each other, me to
the side. Not the kind of sandwich I was looking for
(and that I'd been
in later), but my chances would come again. And so
would they, and so
would I.
"Would anyone like some more wine?" I asked.
14-YEAR-OLD SANDWICH M/ff teen schoolgirls
By Dr. Wu
CHAPTER FIVE
THE MUSICAL SCENE-SETTER:
"I'm going out tonight--I'm feelin' alright/
Gonna let it all hang out/
Wanna make some noise---really raise my voice/
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout /
No inhibitions--make no conditions/
Get a little outta line/
I ain't gonna act politically correct/
I only wanna have a good time."
- "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!" by Shania Twain
I left them there, basking in afterglow, the first
of their young
lives, little Karina and little Marie, and went
downstairs to get some
more wine. Three more glasses, and I added a pinch of
Ecstasy apiece to
theirs to give them a little boost of sexual energy. I
didn't want them
climbing the walls, but I certainly wanted them
climbing me!
On the way back, I stopped outside my bedroom,
holding the wine glasses
on a tray, and listened. The door was open, but they
couldn't see me
lurking in the hall.
"So how was it? What did it feel like?" Karina
asked Marie.
"You mean like his dick?" Marie asked.
"Of course, you goofball, I mean his dick," Karina
said, and they both
giggled.
"It felt pretty big, but it didn't hurt. Course,
I've never like had
one inside me before, so I don't like have much to
compare it to, but it
felt like a baseball bat, to tell you the truth."
"A baseball bat?" Karina said, and I could hear the
lust in her voice.
"It felt like he was sticking a baseball bat up inside
you? Oh, man. That
is so awesome."
"Yeah, but then I could hardly breathe cause you
were like mashing
down so hard on my nose and mouth, you little slut!"
"I'm a slut? You're the slut!"
"You are SUCH a fucking slut! This was all your
idea, and you know
it!"
"Yeah, but I haven't heard you saying like get me
out of here. You
slut. You love it. You love getting fucked by Mr.
Turner.
"Well, I like it more than I thought I was going
to," Marie said.
Although I've still got his cum on my teeth, and then
like all your
juices, you know?"
"Yeah, I;m sorry if I like almost suffocated you,
but oh, man, I've
never felt anything like that. I'm not gonna go lesbo
or anything, but
like having a girl eat you is pretty cool."
"Well I like wouldn't know, Karina, since I've had
to eat you but you
haven't had to eat me. You slut!" They started to
laugh again, and I
could hear what sounded like them slapping each other
playfully.
"You're the slut, Marie! Marie the slut! Marie the
slut!" Their
laughter was increasing, and infectious, and I was
afraid I would burst
out laughing myself, so I entered the bedroom. It was
easy to forget when
we were all romping sexually that these were
middle-school girls without
much sexual experience until today, girls who probably
had posters of the
Backstreet Boys plastered on their bedroom walls, pink
pillows and
stuffed doggies on their beds.
"Hello, ladies. Who'd like some wine?"
They both started, and reached out their little
hands. I gave them
each some Chardonnay spiked with a little Ecstasy, and
gestured for them
to scoot apart so I could nestle in between them on
the bed. We sipped
the wine, and I cued up the videotape that I had shot
so far of our
amorous adventures.
"Oh God, I am like so fat!" Marie wailed when the
picture of her
masturbating appeared on my TV screen.
"You are not fat, Marie," Karina told her friend.
"God, I wish I had
boobs like you. All the boys like your boobs, and you
know it!"
Marie was not fat as far as I was concerned, she
was just a very well-
developed young woman, definitely better developed
than almost anyone
else in the ninth grade. But in her mind that
translated to fat, and I
was glad Karina was re-assuring her.
"You girls are both absolutely lovely," I told
them. "Girls your age
develop at different rates, and that's part of your
charm, is that you're
all different. Marie, I assure you, I would not get a
hard-on like I had
a little while ago over a fat chick. You are
incredibly sexy."
"I am?" she squeaked, adorably.
"You are, my dear."
They sipped their wine, and made little oohing
sounds about how good
it tasted. I hadn't shot nearly as much video as I had
hoped, and
resolved that for the next block of time, while I was
waiting for my
depleted cock to come back to life, that I would get
as much of these
girls on video as I could.
The tape ended, their wine glasses were empty, and
I suggested a
shower. Since they were both coated with dried sweat
and some dried cum,
they readily agreed, and hopped into my bathroom,
weaving just a little
as the drug toyed with their brain chemistry.
"God, I'm feeling all weird again," Karina said.
"It's that wine."
"I kind of like it," said Marie. "It's like how
people describe
getting high."
"Have you ever smoked dope, girls?" I asked
innocently.
They both said they had not.
"Well, the wine is just affecting you a lot cause
you're not used to
feeling intoxicated. Don't fight it, just let your
body relax into the
feeling." I ran the shower on warm, told them to hop
in together and
start washing, and went to get the camcorder.
When I opened the shower door and they saw me
standing there, stark
naked, with the camcorder up on my shoulder, filming
them, they both gave
a little shriek.
"Mr. Turner!"
"Oh come on, girls, this is no time for false
modesty. You're already
on tape, for one thing. And after all we've done
tonight, this is
nothing. Now why don't you start soaping each other up
while I continue
making my little movie."
And lo and behold, with a little giggling and
averting of glances,
they did just that. Karina started rubbing her soapy
hands over Marie's
C-cup breasts, and Marie began returning the favor on
Karina's hard
little nipples and barely visible mounds. Soon they
forgot about me and
the video and began concentrating on what they were
doing, and making
small cooing and moaning sounds in the bargain.
I let it continue for several minutes. "Don't
forget down lower,
ladies. But Karina, be gentle with Marie. She may be a
little sore."
Karina tentatively reached her hand out to Marie's
lush dark mound of
pubic hair and began to rub it, and Marie instantly
jumped.
"Oh, shit!" the girl yelped. "That really feels
good!"
"Oh, jeez, I thought I'd like hurt you or
something," Karina said.
"No, uh-huh, it's OK," Marie said, and her hips
began to rotate
subtly, pushing her recently ravaged pussy forward to
increase the
friction from Karina's soapy fingers. Marie reached
down as well and
began to run Karina's clit, and soon both girls were
covered in soap suds
and rubbing each other faster and faster. My video
recorded whirred,
capturing this wonderful scene of young sapphic lust.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh," Karina was saying, thrusting her
pelvis forward. Marie
was like a mirror image. "Oh, fuck, oh shit, oh Marie,
Marie, I'm gonna
cum, ohhhh ohhhhh" Karina sighed heavily and leaned
into her friend. I
was hoping they might kiss, but no suck luck, and I
decided not to push
my luck by suggesting it.
Instead, I turned off the camera and stepped into
the shower with my
two 14-year-old students, and told them to start
lathering me up. They
did, and in no time we were three happy little
campers, passing the soap
around, rubbing slippery hands over slipper bodies. I
told Karina to turn
around and face the wall, and reached down and began
to gently knead her
slender little ass. It was not the kind of booty that
would make it into
a rap video, but a sweet little bottom of a girl who
was not yet fully
launched into puberty. I ran a soapy finger down the
crack of her, and
then let it play in between the cheeks. Going for
broke, I pushed a bit
and found the rubbery tight ring of her sphincter and
tickled it with my
finger.
"God, Mr. Turner! What are you doing? Jesus, Marie,
he's tickling my
butt with his finger!"
"You mean your butt or your hole?" asked Marie.
"My hole!"
"Settle down, Karina, it's not like I stuck
anything up there," I
said, knowing full well what I had planned for a
little later. "I'm just
making sure you're clean. Now brace your hands against
the wall and relax
your ass, and I promise you this won't hurt."
She did as she was told, and I gently inserted the
tip of my finger
into her tight little bunghole. The soap helped it
slide in to the first
knuckle, and I stopped there, then withdrew. Then
pushed again a little,
then withdrew.
"Oh, shit, Karina, it's like he's finger fuckin'
your ass!" exclaimed
Marie, who was watching wide-eyed.
"But the soap makes it all easy and sexy," I told
Marie. "Here, let me
show you. You get next to Karina here, hands pressed
against the wall.
Stick your butt out a little, and relax it."
Marie did exactly that, and as the shower spray
beat down on all three
of us, I soaped my other index finger and began to
gently tickled in
between Marie's meatier ass cheeks, tickling my way
toward her virgin
little hole. With my right hand I kept a gentle sawing
motion going in
Karina, and soon I was doing the same on her best
friend. Two index
fingers, stuck up two schoolgirl butts.
"This feels so nasty," Karina said, but her voice
was anything but
disgusted. Marie agreed that it did indeed feel nasty,
but I suggested
that they each reach a hand down and play with
themselves, and they would
find that a gentle finger in the ass could be quite
exciting. They
complied, and soon their bodies were vibrating. My
slick fingers slid in
and out of their behinds, and I gently increased my
penetration a
fraction of an inch at a time until I was frigging
their buttholes with
half a finger each.
"Ohhh, shit, Mr. Turner, you are so nasty!" Marie
yelled.
"You bet I'm nasty, but so are you girls. You love
it, admit it."
"I admit it!" I'm nasty! Stick your finger up my
ass, Mr. Turner.
Stick it all the way up my ass!" Karina shouted, and
her voice echoed off
the tiled walls of the shower. "Me too!" screeched
Marie. "All the way up
my ass." Their fingers were both working hard on their
clits, and I
obliged my little students' request by plunging my
fingers up deeper and
deeper into the rear ends.
Soon the inevitable came to pass, and both girls
hit their climaxes,
screaming and thrusting their behinds back at me like
monkeys. My ears
were ringing from their frenzied shouts in the
closeness of the shower-
tub.
After we had finished our little shower, we were
feeling physically
clean and morally dirty, a mighty fine combination. We
all toweled off,
and the girls dried their hair. I knew that it would
be awhile before I
was hard enough to fuck again, and suggested a number
of activities to
pass the time. So over the next couple of hours we
ticked items off my
list of Fun Things to Do With Two Ecstasy-Addled,
Horny, Compliant 14-
Year-Old Girls Who Aren't Going Anywhere:
1. Marie and Karina got dressed in the clothes they
had arrived in,
and each did a strip tease for me. I put Shania
Twain's "Man! I Feel Like
a Woman" on the CD boombox and told them to be as sexy
as they could, and
they were far better than any stripped has ever been,
largely because of
their innocence. I sat on the couch and videotaped the
whole thing. Marie
had trouble getting out of her tiny little blue-jean
cutoffs while
wearing the high heels, and hopped around like a bird
on one leg, then
another. But it was terribly cute and sexy.
2. We turned on my hot tub and shared another glass
of wine, without
Ecstasy. Karina found herself sitting over one of the
strong jets of
water, and it goosed her right up the cunt. She tried
to move off, but I
gently pushed her back onto the jet, and told Marie to
hold Karina's legs
apart so she could get the full brunt of the spray on
her clit. Karina
struggled, but only a little, as Marie and I held her
in place and let
the water beat her clit. I took the wine glass out of
her hand with my
free hand for fear she would snap the stem, and she
soon came with a
violent screaming fit that was almost frightening. I
then suggested to
Karina that turnabout was fair play, and she and I
held Marie's naked
gash over the water jet and induced a strong orgasm in
her as well.
3. I suggested they have a contest as to who could
get the neck of the
naked wine bottle further into her mouth, and
videotaped them having a
deep throating contest. Then I set the bottle on the
floor and had them
take turns squatting over it, seeing who could take
the most into her
cunt.
4. We played several rounds of a game I made up on
the spot called
"Statue." For this game, one person lays on the floor
on his or her back,
arms at the sides, perfectly still. The victim has to
keep me from moving
for as long as possible, and the other two try to make
the victim move.
This led to a great deal of tickling, and Karina in
particular proved to
be an extremely tickling little girl. In fact, she
never lasted more than
about 30 seconds once Marie and I went to work on her
feet and ribs.
Marie proved more obstinate, but I found her
vulnerability when I began
sucking her toes. She nearly hit the ceiling. When I
came my turn, I let
them do everything to me, and lasted about 10 minutes.
I'm not ticklish,
so they tried sucking my cock, sucking my toes,
sitting on my face, you
name it, they tried it. Finally I twitched just
because I wanted to get
back to another round of tickling Karina as fiendishly
as possible.
5. Marie and I decided we liked tickling Karina so
much we'd just make
that into game. She didn't like it much, and started
screaming, but most
of it was fake, I think. I threw her over my shoulder
and carried her
back upstairs and tossed her onto my bed, then climbed
on top and laid my
naked body down on top of hers. Since she was such a
tiny girl, there was
no way she could toss me off, and it left her feet
exposed to Marie, who
danced her fingernails all up and down Karina's bare
soles gleefully.
Karina whooped and laughed and screamed and writhed in
the most delicious
way, and my cock started getting hard as she ground
her naked body into
mine in her frantic attempts to escape. I told Marie
where my ex-
girlfriend Amy had left some pantyhose even though
she'd moved out, and
Marie fetched them and we proceeded to tie Karina
spread-eagle to my bed,
and then really worked her over. I worked on her
armpits and the tender
buds of her breasts, giving her maddening light
touches, while Marie
dragged her nails up and down Karina's legs and feet.
I could tell it was
turning Karina on, and it was certainly turning me on.
So I reached down
and gently parted her sparse blonde pubic hair and
found her pussy, as I
expected, sopping wet. I began to finger clit, and
told Marie to keep up
with the tickling. I thought little Karina Magnuson
was going to explode
from the combination of having her clit expertly
rolled and pulled by my
fingers while Marie sadistically tickled her, and she
eventually did
explode, in an orgasm that even dwarfed the one she'd
had in the shower.
She called us "bastards" and "motherfuckers" when we
untied, but the
smile on her face and the goose pimples all over her
body indicated how
much she had loved it.
The time had come for round three, I decided. My
dick was half-way
hard and ready to go.
CHAPTER SIX
THE MUSICAL SCENE-SETTER:
"It's true, you were a virgin until you met me/
I was the first to make you hot and wetty-wetty/
...
You said it yourself, you like it like I do/
Put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole too
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning/
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny."
- "Me So Horny" by 2 Live Crew.
(We've come a long way since "Oliver" in Chapter 1,
haven't we?)
It was time for another teacher sandwich. But
first, I set the
camcorder up on my bureau with a fresh tape in it, set
on wide angle to
catch all the action.
"OK, girls, I'm gonna introduce you to something
else new. Don't freak
on me, just listen."
They sat on my bed, wide-eyed, attentive,
listening.
"Remember in the shower, how I finger-fucked your
butts? How good it
felt? We're gonna try something similar, only with
tongues instead of
fingers. Grown-ups do this sometimes, and it's called
rimming. The anus
is a very sensitive erogenous zone, and if it's
treated gently and
lovingly, it can give incredible pleasure."
"You mean you're gonna like put your tongue up our
butts?" Marie
asked.
"Yes, and you're gonna put your tongues up mine."
"Oh, gross!" Marie exclaimed, and the two
schoolgirls exchanged a
horrified look and started giggling again, out of
nervousness.
"No, it's not gross. It'll be wonderful. Trust me."
"Mr. Turner, please, I just don't know if I can
like stick my tongue
up your butt," Marie said.
"Now come on, Marie. You said you'd do anything for
those tickets.
After all this, I'd hate to have to give them to
someone else in class
because you had second thoughts. I'm very clean from
the shower, and
we'll all do each other.
"Oh, and one more thing," I added. "Let's consider
this a contest.
Whoever does a better job of rimming me, gets to watch
while I fuck the
other one up the ass."
Both girls drew in their breath. But I noticed that
evil, excited look
again in Karina's eyes. I already planned to take
Karina's anal
virginity, no matter who "won" the contest, and knew
that soon I'd be
burying my cock up to the hilt in her 14-year-old ass.
"Enough talk!" I snapped, using my authority voice.
"You girls lay
down on the bed, side by side, heads up by the
pillows. I'll lay down
between you." They reluctantly did as they were told,
not at all sure
about this turn of events. I lay between them, but
with my head toward
the foot of the bed. After scooting around to get the
position right, I
had my ass and crotch at the level of the girls'
faces, and my face was
at their ass level.
"Now everyone turn on her right side," I said. This
presented Marie's
ass to my face, and my ass to Karina's face. Since she
seemed less
grossed out, I figured I'd let her go first.
I used my hands to pry open Marie's ass cheeks,
exposing the tight
brown dimple of her rectum. Leaning in, I began to
lick it tenderly.
Marie began to purr.
Then I felt it. Karina had seen what I was doing,
and I felt her
fingers on my cheeks, opening my crack. Her hot breath
got closer and
closer, and then I felt her tongue, tentatively at
first, take tiny
little licks along the crack of my ass.
"Thatta girl, Karina," I encouraged her. "Marie, do
you like that?"
"It's like really nasty what you're doing," she
said, but her
breathing was increasing, and I could tell she loved
it.
"Don't be shy, Karina," I instructed. "Use that
tongue. The deeper the
better." I felt that soft warm little organ poke
delicately at my
sphincter, making little stabs. God almighty, it was
pure heaven.
"OK, now we switch," I said, and we rolled onto our
left sides. I
dived right into Karina's sweet little bottom, and
heard her gasp with
pleasure as my mouth made contact. I was more
aggressive than I had been
with Marie, and started rimming the teenager with
great enthusiasm.
"Ohh, shit!" Karina gasped. "Oh man that feels so
good. Your tongue is
up my ass, Mr. Turner. Kiss my ass!"
Marie's mouth made contact with my ass, and I felt
her tongue, barely.
"You're gonna have to do better than that, Marie," I
told her. "Get the
tongue up inside me, sweetie, or pretty soon my big
dick is gonna be up
your ass."
This threat had the desired effect, and Marie's
tongue probed past my
butthole and began to snake up inside. What absolute
bliss!
A couple of minutes, and I ordered another switch.
This time Karina
was much more enthusiastic, knowing how good analingus
could feel and
wanting to return the favor. She spread my asscheeks
and rimmed me with
gusto, then began to fuck her tongue up inside of me.
Marie was moaning,
and Karina was making wet, smacking sounds.
We continued the game for a good 15 minutes,
switching back and forth.
The longer we went on, the more the girls shed their
inhibitions and got
into it. And into me. Deeper and deeper their tongues
probed, and as my
asshole loosened and became slick with their
girl-spit, they were able to
do some serious rimming. My cock was now back in full
force, hard and
stiff, ready for action. I wanted to make sure I
didn't hurt Karina, so I
started alternating my tongue and my finger, frigging
her bottom hole
long and deep, opening her up and making sure she was
good and wet.
Both girls had started playing with themselves
again while we played
Rimjob Sandwich, and my bedroom was full of gasps and
cries. I let them
each have a really good orgasm, and then decided to
move on to the next
stage.
"OK, let's take a quick breather. Both you girls
turned out to be very
very good at rimming my ass, but there has to be a
winner. Marie, I
declare you the winner. Karina, that means I'm going
to fuck you in your
ass. Is that OK with you?"
Karina, her face flushed with orgasm and shortness
of breath from
having her mouth and nose buried in my butt, didn't
even hesitate. Bless
her sweet little adolescent heart. "I said I'd do
anything, Mr. Turner.
And I will." She met my eyes with a steady, direct
gaze, and smiled at
me.
My cock was throbbing and ready. I had Marie lie on
her back, and
Karina get up on hands and knees. I made Marie slide
down so that her
face was under Karina's pussy, and she could look up
and watch my cock as
it slowly disappeared up Karina's young ass. Then I
got on my hands and
knees behind Karina, and lined up the head of my cock
with her tiny
little asshole.
"I'm gonna try not to hurt you, Karina," I told
her. "You're very wet
back there, and I'll be gentle."
A slight push. And some resistance.
"Relax, Karina. Relax your asshole and it won't
hurt."
Another slight push. Better. Karina moaned, I think
with pleasure, and
the purple head of my cock pushed into her anal ring.
A little more. A
little more.
"Oh shit, Mr. Turner, that feels so weird."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really. Keep going."
Just what I wanted to hear. Slowly I fed my young
student my cock, a
fraction of an inch at a time, pausing to let her
adjust.
"Man, I can see his dick going in your ass,
Karina!" Marie said. "It's
cool!"
"Why don't you start giving her pussy a few licks,
Marie," I
suggested. She did, and Karina started making "mmmmmm"
sounds as her best
friend's tongue again began to lap at her clit.
Soon my cock was halfway into her ass, then
three-quarters, and then
with one last push, I was buried all the way. I could
feel the soft skin
of Karina's behind pressed flush up against my pubic
hair. "I'm all the
way in, Karina. How does that feel."
"Everything's feeling kinda good, cause of what
Marie's doing to me,"
she said. "I can't believe I've actually got like a
man's dick up my
ass."
"You do, baby, you do," I told her, and began to
slowly pull out.
Was she tight? There are no words to describe how
tight Karina's 14-
year-old virgin rectum was on my cock. It took all my
self-control not
just start plunging away like a madman, but I was
surprised when Karina
looked back over her shoulder and said, "It's OK, Mr.
Turner, I know
you're being gentle, but go ahead and fuck me."
And I did. I pulled my crowbar of a cock out of
that sweet girl's
booty and then pushed it back, this time with a lot
more force.
"Ahhhhh," Karina cried, but I couldn't tell if it
was from the ass-
fucking or the pussy-licking. "Oh yeah!"
"Oh yeah, baby," I mimicked, and began to set up a
serious ass-fucking
rhythm. I looked down and could see my dick, which is
just average sized,
disappear up into those skinny, pale little
buttcheeks, and it looked
massive by comparison. When I pulled out, the rubbery
ring of her
sphincter was pulled back along my dick, as if trying
to keep me inside.
I pushed again, this time really hard, and Karina let
out a loud "Oof!"
as if I'd knocked the air out of her. Teach her to say
Go ahead and fuck
me.
I fucked that little schoolgirl up the ass for a
good 10 minutes or
so. With two orgasms already that night, I wasn't very
close to cumming
for a long time, but inevitably I felt my nuts begin
to rise up inside my
scrotum signalling my moment was at hand.
"Make her cum, Marie, make her cum!" I bellowed,
hoping that Karina
and I could cum together.
Marie must have gotten a good sucking grip on
Karina's clit with her
lips, cause suddenly Karina began bucking and shaking
wildly. "Ohhh yes,
fuck, yes!" she started screaming. The orgasm hit her,
and her little
cunt must have been spasming, cause her little
butthole sure started
spasming too. Her sphincter muscle started
contracting, and what had
already been unbearably tight suddenly got tighter, as
if my dick were
being squeezed in a fist.
It was too much, and I felt my cock explode deep
inside Karina
Magnuson's ass. I was yelling, and pumping load after
load of my semen
deep into her bowels, just ramming away at her ass
like a jackhammer.
Fuck slow and gentle. If I'd started out that way I
would have ripped the
poor little girl up, but she had expanded to take me,
and my precum had
helped lubricate her even more.
Karina suddenly collapsed on the bed, and me on top
of her, knocking
the wind out of poor Marie, who was still on the
bottom. She struggled to
get us off, and eventually we all roused ourselves
off. We crawled up
onto the bed, me between the girls, and fell asleep
together.
EPILOGUE
The next morning, the girls showered and dressed. I
gave them cab fare
and very strict instructions that they could not tell
their friends even
a tiny hint about what had happened, or I would be
fired and arrested.
They agreed, but just to make sure there were no
slip-ups, I reminded
them of the video I had made. "I can edit that video
so I don't appear in
it, only you two girls, and then make copies for every
boy in the ninth
grade. If you blab, that's what I'll do. Imagine Jimmy
Russert or Lyle
Crawford having a party and all their friends sitting
around watching you
girls do strip teases and make lesbian love."
Their eyes got wide, and I knew I had guaranteed
their silence.
After they left, I took the tape over to Trance's
house, as promised.
I told him he couldn't trade it or sell it, but he
could make himself a
copy. He started watching and I thought he was going
to have a heart
attack, and I left cause I didn't know CPR.
Two weeks later, my doorbell rang on a Saturday
morning. There stood
Karina and Marie. The Backstreet Boys concert had been
the previous
night.
"Hello girls. How were the Backwards Boys?"
"Mr. Turner!" Karina squeaked, all giddy
schoolgirl. "Back STREET, not
Back WARDS Boys. They were awesome! We like went
backstage and met Howie
and AJ and everybody, and they even like flirted with
us a little and
told us we were cute!" Marie was babbling some similar
line.
"Well, you girls earned your tickets and passes," I
told them.
"That's sort of like why we came by," Marie said.
"Yeah," said Karina.
"How so?"
"Well, I'm worried about my grade in history,"
Marie said. "Me, too,"
Karina chimed in.
"I think you're both getting solid Bs," I told
them.
"Yeah, but we both really need to get As," Karina
said. "And we'd do
anything to get an A in your class, Mr. Turner."
"Yeah," said Marie, "We'd do anything."
Both girls smiled so broadly I thought their faces
would split. I
smiled, too, invited them in, and closed and locked
the door.
THE END
"Are you crazy?
Are you high?
Or just an ordinary guy?
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, doctor?"
- "Doctor Wu," by Steely Dan
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