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     A note to the reader:  This is first posted in alt.sex.stories in
January 1998. It's the second part of a multi-part "novel".  I urge readers
who like it to send me email feedback, not only to tell me what they like,
but to suggest ways for the future story to develop.  All suggestions will
be considered,  but you should read at least parts one and two to get a feel
for the personalties and favorite kinks of the characters.  My e-mail
address is at the end of the story.



                             R E C K L E S S     

                  A Serial Erotic Novel in Installments
                          
                               by David L




                     Part II - Capping the Toothpaste



     The two desperate lovers spent a good part of the night trying to come
up with a workable plan to salvage their reputations in the small town in
which they lived and worked, and their careers too.  The other part of the
night was spent wantonly fucking, both in residual heat from their
experiences earlier, and just to make themselves feel better.

     They had started dating a year ago, and found that beneath their
conservative exteriors, so acceptable to the School Board and the community
pillars where they lived, they shared many secret things.  The first of
these was a powerful libido, that they both could with difficulty keep under
wraps.  The second was their interest in, or even obsession with, voyeurism. 
Both had secret collections of X-rated videos, which centered on kinky
amateur productions.  And third was their love of risky sex.  It had started
fairly safely, with a few hot sessions in the school building after everyone
had left.  But that thrill wasn't sufficient, so gradually they had taken
more chances, even making love during school hours once or twice.

    It was Pam who overheard girls gossiping and found the location of
Lover's Lane, and the activities that went on there.  And it was she that
had spurred the first careful expedition to go and see what was there.  The
result was a combination of both lovers' two biggest sexual kicks into one
convient local vacation package, available on any warm night.

    Frequently, there was nothing to see, but often you could hear sounds of
passion in the darkness, and that was exciting.  And on moonlit nights, if
you wandered carefully through the trees you could get glimpses of horny
teenagers making love without inhibitions.  Then you could do it yourself
right there, running the exciting risk of being discovered by students from
your school.  But they were careful, and the risks were minimal, until they
got careless that fatal last night.


     The plan was simple.  They were betting that since it had been late,
neither teen had been able to phone any friends, but were surely on tiptoe
to tell their buddies about what they saw Mr. Sullivan and Miss Roberts
doing in Lover's Lane.  So John checked the bus schedule and found that
Gilbert rode bus 56, so he was to intercept him getting off the bus and have
a private talk, threatening to tell his parents if word ever got out about
what he saw.

     Pam's job was to handle Kristy, and that was much tougher.  She was a
mature and manipulative young lady, as Pam knew.  She didn't have a
reputation to lose, or parents who would punish her.  She was a senior and
graduating in three weeks, and would be beyond any paltry power they had to
punish her then anyway.  And any attempt to threaten the girl that didn't
work would backfire and they'd both be fucked for sure.

     So John did his part, getting Gilbert into his private office and
having a heart-to-heart.  It was easy; the boy was terrified that his strict
religious parents would find out he'd given Kristy more than a peck on the
cheek last night and would skin him alive and feed him to the alligators.
It wasn't even necessary to threaten -- Gilbert was as fearful as they were
that Kristy would have it all over the school, and he'd be sucked in.  He'd
begged her to keep quiet but she wouldn't promise.

    Pam's interview with Kristy didn't go so well.

    She lurked in the parking lot all morning, and corralled Kristy when
she drove up to school.  Taking her in a private counselor's office, she
closed and locked the door behind them.

    Her strategy was not to threaten, which would not work, but to
befriend the girl and try to enlist her as a co-conspirator in keeping
silent.  A slim chance, but if it didn't work she and John could move to the
west coast and change their names.

    "Kristene," she began, using the girl's formal first name, "we both know
what happened last night, and we both know that it doesn't reflect
creditably on either of us." Oh god, she thought, how professional I sound. 
No way to befriend a teenager.

     The girl was silent and suspicious.  School officials were not her
favorite people.

     "We both were engaged in reckless behaviour.  First of all, I wanted to
call you in here to let you know how concerned I am for your welfare."
Kristy said nothing, but her expression said "Yeah, right.".

     Pam plowed on.  "And of course I'm also concerned about mine.  It's no
secret that if this got out around school neither of us would look good."

     Kristy finally spoke up.  "I'm on the pill." she said.

     The adult in the room suddenly had a sinking feeling.  She knew.  She
knew we were there listening to her make him cum in her.  She and Gilbert
didn't just come up on them fucking in the car, they also knew John and her
were peeping toms.  The little bitch knew and kept quiet and kept right on
doing it.  She began thinking of how much it would cost to put though a name
change procedure, and move her belongings to the Bay area.

     "Look, what I did, what Mr. Sullivan and I did, was wrong.  I know
that.  I'm an adult.  But you are a teenager, and the consequences of your
reckless behaviour can wind up hurting you much more than mine will.  There
are a lot more dangers to unprotected sex than just pregnancy.  You should
know that, you are an intelligent young lady."

     Shit, thought Kristy.  She was there through the whole thing.  She
heard me getting him to cum in me.  Why else would she talk about
unprotected sex without asking if we'd used one?  But as she was thinking
this, she began to relax.  This person had nothing on her.  Everyone knew
she fucked around, hell, she was proud of it.  On the other hand, this
teacher type could be ruined by the gossip.

     Her confidence suddenly grew.  "Did Mr. Sullivan wear a condom?" she
asked saucily.

     Pam was taken aback.  She had already resolved that whatever happened,
she would not be blackmailed by a teenager.  She'd resign and move before
that would happen.  But she hung in there.  "No, " she said truthfully, not
knowing how much and in what detail the girl had seen, "but we have both
been tested and are in a monagamous relationship."

     Kristy was silent again, and just looked at Pam.  So the guidance
counselor made one more sally.

     "I think that it would benefit us both if we could agree to not tell
any friends or anyone about what either of us did last night.  Can I have
your word on that?"

     Kristy thought on it a moment.  Then, still in a confident but somewhat
conspiratorial voice she said "Well, I admit I was wrong."
         
     Responding to the words and not the tone, Pam replied "That's a very
mature position to take, Kristene.  May I call you Kristy?"

     "Yeah, you can call me that." she replied, looking directly into Pam's
eyes.  The stare unnerved the adult, who began to mentally run down the list
of people she knew who could recommend a good lawyer and/or moving company.
"But what you did was wrong too.  I mean, you both stood there and peeped in
on us, got all hot and bothered, and then went back to your car and did it.
And you were pretending to be us when you were doing it."

     Yep, fucked for sure, thought Pam.  One five-year career down the
fucking tubes, all due to her own stupidity and this fucking little bitch.

     "But like you say," continued the youngster, "You're the adult and I'm
the kid, even though I turned eighteen two months ago and graduate in three
weeks.  So, I think I deserve a punishment, and we can call this little
thing over with.  I really don't think it's that much of a big deal anyway."

     Back from the precipice.  Pam didn't know where this was going, but she
fished anyway.  "What kind of punishment do you have in mind?" she asked a
bit edgily.

     "Well, I don't think detention or suspension or any of those regular
things would be right." Yeah thought Pam, I could see that now, what is she
in detention for?  Unprotected sex, and she was caught in Lover's Lane by
Miss Roberts, on self-appointed Morality Patrol.

     "But before I turned fifteen, my mom would spank me when I did wrong. 
She would offer me a choice -- clean the floor or the toilets, for instance,
or take your licks.  I always chose the licks." the sexy teenager continued.

     Pam was silent as she tried to digest this turn.  Was the bitch saying
that if she, Pam, would _spank_ her she'd not tell anyone?  That was insane. 
Money, she could understand.  But a _spanking_?

     "You know corporal punishment is against the policy of this school."
she said.  She couldn't think of anything else to say.

     "I'm not thinking of a school thing.  More like a private thing.  Once
I was corrected, you could just forget about this little messup."
     
     Pam's head spun.  The girl was proposing what was probably some kinky
fetish for her to perform, and then she would let her off the hook?  Right,
believe that and I've got a bridge for sale...

     But she said, "Where would this take place?"

     "At your place." replied Kristy, "that would be better, don't you
think?"

     Pam thought:  that would be safe.  No witnesses, or maybe I could get
John to witness in secret.  The girl couldn't get any more on me no matter
what we did, because I'd be her word against both of us.  We'd just try to
brazen it out.  And there's a chance she's straight about this, and really
will honor her word.  Is it worth the chance?

     "Can I have your very serious word of honor on this, Kristy?" 

     "Yes, Miss Roberts, you can." she replied.

     "Alright, can you be at my apartment at ten tonight?"

     "Sure can."

     "And, between us, you can call me Pam."

     "Right Pam. Thanks."  Pam watched the sexy ass of the beautifully built
teen sex goddess walk to her door, unlock it, and walk out, turning only to
give the still almost trembling counselor a small conspiratorial smile.

     Afterward she told John all about it.  He was suspicious as she had
been, but agreed that it might be worth a try -- nothing else would work. 
If it failed, it failed. 

     After school, they both went to her apartment to plan the evening. 
They decided that the session, or whatever it was, had to be in an inner
room that no one could see from outside, and that no one could hear into
from any exterior wall.  Also, she should not do or say anything
compromising until she'd verified by some means or another that the girl did
not have any recording devices or microphones on her.  John would be
positioned out of sight but there to witness and to be available in case of
need.

     "What do you think of all this?" he asked her when night rolled around.

     "I hate to admit it, but it makes my pussy wet just thinking about it."
she said, "After all the trouble our libidos have gotten us in so far. It's
just so fucking risky and you know what that does to me."

     "I thought so.  I'll be watching." he replied.

     "I know you will you horny peeping bastard." she smiled back at him.

                                       *

     Kristy was late of course, thirty minutes late.  The lazy little bitch,
Pam couldn't help but think.  But her pussy still got wet remembering the
sway of the girl's ass as she left her office.  When the car finally drove
into the driveway, Pam in the living room gave John in the bedroom his
signal, and he vanished in the closet.  If any punishment was done it would
be in Pam's chair in the bedroom, the safest part of the house.  John in the
closet would have a full view.

     Pam welcomed the girl to her house.  As she came in, the grown woman
regarded her more carefully than she ever had before.  Kristy wore a loose
pink t-shirt with no bra underneath -- she didn't need one, her ample and
pretty tits peaked up and pointed out proudly in the fervor of youth.  Her
hips were encased in a very tight set of cutoff jeans.  She had a mane of
reddish brown hair, and her face was simple but pretty, with a smattering of
freckles all over her cheeks.  Her legs may have been her sexist part,
though, at least to the horny guidance counselor. She could see why every
boy and half the girls in school wanted a piece of her.  At least she was
eighteen -- there could be no question of statutory rape or corruption of a
minor.

     They made some small talk, and Pam gave Kristy a short tour, but the
atmosphere was strained, to say the least, by sexual and other tension.
 
     In the end, they sat down in the living room and Pam asked if she still
thought the deal they had struck in the morning was good.  

     "Yes." replied Kristy, simply, looking into Pam's eyes once again. 
God, she was seductive.

     "How do you think this punishment should proceed then?" asked the older
woman.

     "My mother always made me strip down to my panties, and bend over her
lap.  Then she would tell me the number of licks I would get for my sin, and
if the sin was major they would be with a ruler, and if they were minor it
would be with her hand."

     "Alright then.  Stay seated where you are."  And Pam got up and walked
into the kitchen to retrieve a twelve-inch school ruler she kept in her
desk.  As she returned, Kristy saw the ruler but made no comment.  As she
returned she remembered she hadn't searched Kristy for wires, but she
couldn't imagine where one would hide in her scanty garments.

     "Now, young lady," Pam said firmly, "You know I'm doing this for your
own good.  As alternative to other punishments, as you agreed."

     "Yes, Pam."

     "For the duration of this business, you are to refer to me as Miss
Roberts, is that clear?"

     "Yes, Miss Roberts."

     "All right, now follow me." 
     
     They went to the prearranged spot in the bedroom, in the chair Pam's
father had made for her.  It was in an antique style and had no arms, so it
was perfect for this operation.  She sat in the chair, and made Kristy stand
directly in front of her.  The sight of the sexy girl being so submissive
sent a wicked thrill through the older woman, and she felt her pussy cream
even more.  It's going to be tough to keep my hands off of it, God help me,
she thought.  She wondered what Kristy's mother had been feeling when this
happened.  She thought she probably could guess Kristy's feelings about
these "punishments".

     "Are you ready?" 

     "Yes, Miss Roberts."

     "Then take off those jeans, Kristene." Pam said in her professional
voice.  But it wasn't a very professional thing to say, she thought with a
wicked little internal grin.

     The girl did not hesitate a second.  She unsnapped the cutoffs,
unzipped the zipper, and dropped them to her ankles.  She then stepped out
of them.  Clad only in her sheer panties, the redhead was almost naked from
the waist down.  You could see there was no liner pad and her pubic patch
was outlined clearly.  Pam thought she saw wetness between those killer
legs.

     "Take off the shoes and socks too." Pam ordered.  This surprised the
girl somewhat, as her mother never did that.  But her mother did not have a
lover watching in the closet with somewhat of a foot fetish.  Pam was always
considerate.

     "Now take your position." Pam ordered, and the girl went around to her
left and started to bend down.  Her mother must have been left-handed.  "The
other way." Pam ordered, and Kristy moved to the other side.  Besides, by
plan, that was the side John was on so he would have a better view of the
girl's ass as she was being paddled.

     "Bend over.  Put your hands on the floor on one side, and your toes on
the other." Pam sounded so authoritative.  She wondered if, in her bent over
position, Kristy would be able to smell her heated pussy musk.  But when she
saw the beautiful ass raised up on her lap, she didn't care.  It was obvious
from the wet spot between her legs that the girl was also very aroused.

     To her left, Pam could see the girl's head down, the reddish hair
cascading all around her face.  On the other side, John's side, she balanced
on her toes as ordered, the toes bent back and the soles of the feet were
exposed.  The heel and ball were brown with wear, but the instep was white. 
John must be loving this, she thought.

     John was.  The moment they had walked in and he knew it was going to
happen, his cock had surged with lust.  By the time Kristy had dropped her
pants, it was rock hard.  By the time she was bent over, it was out of his
pants and he was gently rubbing it.  But not too hard or fast; he didn't
know what was going to happen or for how long, and he wanted the voyeuristic
pleasure to last as long as possible.

     "Now young lady, do you know what you are being punished for?" asked
Pam.

     "Yes, Miss Roberts.  I'm being punished for letting a boy, uh, have an
orgasm inside me without a condom on."

     "You can use proper words, young lady.  We are both adults, over
seventeen.  What are you being punished for?"

     "For letting a boy shoot his cum into me."

     Whack!  The first blow came down on her pantied rear.  Pam did not hit
her hard with the ruler, because she wanted to not really hurt her.  She
thought Kristy would give her guidance on the severity of the blows.     

     "No, young lady.  Don't lie to me.  You didn't just _let_ him cum in
you did you?"

     "No I didn't, Miss Roberts.  I got him to cum in me."

     "Yes, even when he was considerate and didn't want to, you forced him
too, and even led him to believe you could get pregnant.  Isn't that right?"

     "Yes, Miss Roberts."

     "And you did it to an innocent boy, didn't you?  One that hadn't ever
felt the pleasure of sex.  One much younger than you.  One who was
vulnerable and is frightened now, didn't you?  Now that innocent boy is
going to want to do it again, going to need to do it again, and he's going
to squirt his seed in some other girl isn't he, young lady?"

     "Yes, Miss Roberts."

     The wet spot on the girl's sexy panties seemed to be growing, Pam
noticed.  She was doing the right thing.  The girl got off on being
submissive.

     "And you've down the same thing with other boys haven't you?"

     "Yes, Miss Roberts."

     "Yes, what?"

     "I've let many boys cum in my pussy.  I like it when they do that.  And
I'm naughty, I don't let them do it until they have made me cum first. 
Every boy has to use his tongue on me till I cum before I will let him in
me.  I've had more than one at a time.  I've let them cum on my face, and on
my ass, my tits, everywhere.

     Pam felt an awesome surge of lust as the helpless submissive girl
confessed her sins, trying to provoke a even longer punishment.

     "And what else naughty and nasty have you done young lady?"

     "I've let girls lick me too, Miss Roberts.  And I've licked them.  And
rubbed pussies with them, and sucked their pretty titties."

     "You have been a very bad girl, Kristy.  And you must be punished.  I
don't think this one time will begin to cover it all."

     "Yes, Miss Roberts, I know it won't.  I know I deserve it and I'm glad
you are there to give me what I deserve.  I will always submit to your will
and raise my ass to be paddled by you when you think I need it."

     "That's a good girl.  But why do you think you will always need it? 
Won't you stop being bad after I punish you."

     "No, Miss Roberts.  I can't.  My pussy itches so bad that I have to
have people scratch it all the time.  I know I can't stop.  I will always be
a bad girl.  I will always deserve punishment." 

     The sexual tension had reached an incredible high in the white bedroom
of the school's best guidance counselor.  Pam couldn't just keep up the
word play any more.

     "You will receive twenty blows from me on your ass.  Do not pull away
from me, but keep your ass raised to take the punishment.  After it is over
I will ask you more questions."

     Pam then brought back her ruler, and methodically smacked the young
girl twenty times on her sexy pantied ass.  As she did, she could hear the
loud pops and see the red streaks the ruler left.  Kristy did not ask her to
hit harder or softer, so she made all the blows the same strength.  The
young girl jumped and squirmed but did not try to move her rear off Pam's
lap, as ordered.

     When she was done, Pam ordered Kristy to stand up before her again.  As
she did, Pam could see the red face of a girl who had her head upside down
for a while, and a faint wetness of tears in her eyes.  But none spilled
out.  Briefly, Pam feared she might have hit the teenager too hard, but a
look down at her panties revealed that there was no problem.  The front of
the panties was soaked through, as the juice had flowed down to the front in
her bent-over position.

     "What is this, young lady?" asked the coldly professional sounding
counselor as she pointed to the wet panty fronts.
     
     "That's my pussy juice, Miss Roberts."

     "So, you were sexually aroused by your punishment, Kristene?"

     "Yes very much, Miss Roberts."

     "Do you think that's right, to be aroused by a punishment that is
supposed to hurt and to correct you?"

     "No, Miss Roberts, but I can't help it.  I'm a very bad girl."

     "Then you must be punished again.  Drop your panties."

     The girl felt yet another surge of pussy cream start as she pulled the
panties off her legs.  She was wondering when it would start to run down the
inside of her legs.

     "Take off the top too." the older woman ordered.  Kristy easily pulled
the pink t-shirt over her head, and was then entirely naked before her
delicious tormentor.

     "You have pretty nipples, Bad Girl." said Pam.  "Are they always that
pointed?"

     "No, Miss Roberts.  Only when I am aroused, or they are cold."

     "So you are aroused now, so aroused your pussy is creaming without
being touched, and your nipples are hard without being touched either?"

     "Yes Miss Roberts."

     "Assume the punishment position again, then."

     The horny teenager scambled into her former position eagerly.  She
wanted, needed, some relief for her overheated genitals.  And so did the
older woman, who was sure she was leaving a massive puddle in the chair she
was sitting in.

     "I'm going to strike you ten blows with my hand, Bad Girl, since your
sin of being turned on is not nearly as great as letting boys cum inside you
instead of condoms."

     And with that, Pam did not wait but brought her hand down ten times on
the young girl's behind.  The sexy white ass with it's red streaks from the
ruler wiggled and jiggled as the broad hand smacked it, leaving faint hand
prints.  Pam was sure she could feel the girl's heat, and probaby some of
her juice, on her bare leg under the bent over form.

     "Are you sorry now for being aroused?"

     "No, Miss Roberts."

    "This time, you are forgiven.  You are only human, after all."  Pam was
not about to start any more spanking.  She wanted sex, and she wanted it
badly.

     "How does your ass feel, Kristene?"

     "It stings, Miss Roberts."

     "How does this feel?" asked the horny thirty-three-year-old as she
gently massaged the girl's ass cheeks.

     "That makes it feel all better Miss Roberts."

     "And how does this feel, Kristy?"  This time, she allowed her fingers
to wander into the girl's sexy ass crack, and down between her legs, where
she felt the heat and wetness glowing there.

     "That...that feels like heaven, Miss Roberts."

     Pam Roberts, counselor to the youth of her community, was going to
make this particular young girl cum right here on her lap.  The fact sent a
wicked lusty thrill through her.

     "And how about this?" she asked again, as this time she allowed a
finger to slip inside the teenager's overlubricated pussy.

     "Awwwww, Miss Roberts, please make me cum, please please please."

     "You can all me Pam again now,  Kristy.  I'm going to make you cum all
over my hand, and then you are going to do some nasty things to me, you
hear, bitch?"

     "Yes, yes, yes, Pam.  I'll do anything.  Just make me cum."

     Pam knew what she would do.  First, though, she used her hands to
spread the girl's legs further apart, then inserted two fingers into her
pussy as far as she could.  Withdrawing the fingers, she looked over at the
closet where her lover stood stroking his cock, and lewdly licked and sucked
the hot tangy juice off of them.

     John thought he might cum right then.  He had to let go of his cock. 
It was overheating already.  The incredibly sexy words and deeds of his
wanton girlfriend and this high school sex goddess had him on the edge.  He
always tried to time his cum with that of his lover, unless they wanted
specifically to cum separately for some reason.  He was so attuned to her
mannerisms that he knew generally how close she was, and he also knew how to
get near the point of release and hold it.  He was now at that point
himself, and he would have to just let his cock throb in the air until it
cooled if he wanted to wait and cum with her.  If she could wait, he could,
he told himself.

     He watched as his woman put her hands back into the pussy of the young
girl bent over her lap.  She brought the hand up again to her mouth, and
this time sucked her thumb throughly.  He didn't know what she was doing,
until he saw her put her hand back down and start to insert her thumb up the
teenager's ass.

     "Oh shit, Pam, that's my asshole."

     "Relax it then.  You know how.  Concentrate."

     The thumb popped in, and then the older woman began to work some of her
other fingers into the helplessly impaled girl's vagina.  The girl couldn't
take it, and began to moan and groan.

     Finally, the lewd school employee had her hand fully engaged on the
genitalia of her willing victim.  Her thumb was in the girl's ass, three of
her fingers were deep in her pussy, and her little finger and knuckle was
still available down below to stimulate the girl's clit.

     "Now, you horny-assed little fucking bitch, you are going to cum like
you never have before."

     She then began to work her fingers in and out of the girl's holes, and
over her clit too.  This brought immediate, desperate moans from the bent
over teenager.  Her ass began to lift and hunch as the pleasure overcame
her, and in almost no time at all she lifted her face and screamed as she
came.

     Pam had no mercy.  Determined to drive the girl temporarily insane, she
drilled and wormed in her holes until she hunched, stiffened, and screamed
again.  It sounded like she was being tortured to death with pleasure.

     "Stop, please stop." she finally moaned, and Pam did stop.

     "You may now dismount." Pam said, her voice a little shaky.

     Kristy fell rather than lifted off her pleasure-torturer.  She landed
on the floor at the older woman's feet.

     "What do you say to me?" asked Pam.

     "Thank you thank you thank you." the gasping girl said.

     "And how do you thank me?" the leering counselor asked, as she pulled
her skirt up to her waist, revealing a soaked pussy and no panties.

     The girl looked up, and smiled as she saw the fate that awaited her.
   
     From his hideout, John knew that his relief and his lover's was soon
approaching.  He got ready to hold his aching cock again, and this time to
rub until his cum spashed against the wall.  He had thought about getting a
rag, but it seemed sexier to just shoot on the closet wall.  He could then
later show it to Pam.  She would like that.  They were often so depraved
that they deliberatly left cum stains in places where they had stayed
together. if no one there knew them personally.

     In front of him, visible clearly through his crack in the door, the
young sexy girl gamely gathered her strength and raised up to her knees
before the older woman's desperately wanting pussy.

    "Lick me.  Suck me. Make me cum.  NOW!" Pam demanded.
 
    John could see the girl's pretty freckled face disappear between his
lover's thighs, as she leaned back in the chair to receive her reward. 
Soon, he could see the head moving up and down and the tongue licked lewdly
over the enflaming labia.

    "That's it, lick it up.  That's so goddamn good.  Eat me."  Pam moaned
in an obscene stream of words.  "Put your tongue in the hole, yeah, that's
it, get it in deep.  Deeper.  Now suck.  Yeeeahhhhh...suck harder.  You
fucking slut bitch you know how to eat pussy."

    "You're too good, oh yeah, " she continued, "Now hit the clit.  That's
right.  Right there.  Alright bitch get ready to eat cum."

    Pam leaned back and raised her hips into the girl's licking face, as her
mouth formed a silent scream.

    As soon as that happened, John put his finger under the head of his cock
and started rubbing there furiously.  Like the trigger of a gun, that made
the pumps start working.  Soon, his body stiffened, and his knees felt
wobbly as his white stream of cum spashed soundlessly on the wall.  He
struggled desperately to keep from making any noise as his body was wracked
by spasms of ecstacy.

    As he came down and gained some degree of control, he looked out again
into the well-lit bedroom where the two lacivious women were still
recovering from their orgasms.  Pam still lay back in her chair, her tanned
legs spread wide.  Kristy crouched between those legs, and it appeared that
she was gently still licking and nuzzling on Pam's drenched labia.

    As he watched, Pam leaned forward, took the teenager in her arms, and
brought her face up to a languid but passionate kiss.  The two kissed for a
minute or two, and he could see their cheeks moving as the tongues swirled
and licked inside.

    "And I thought you were going to blackmail me." Pam said as the kiss
broke.

    "Blackmail?" Kristy replied, "All I've wanted to do to you all year long
is to fuck you."

    "You should have started sooner, honey, we've missed a lot of time."
said the temporarily satisfied counselor.

    "Well, let's make up for it.  We can fuck all night tonight, and fuck
some more in the morning."

    "Don't you have to go home?"

    "Nah, I have my own door into the house, and my parents have long since
stopped trying to keep track of me."

    "Then stay with me and fuck me blind." Pam said, still in a pleasure
trance and not thinking of the real world at all.  Then, she remembered John
still in the closet.  I'll bet he came too, she thought lustfully.  I want
to see the stain.  But, I've got to get the girl out a least for a while so
he can escape.

    "Yeah, " rejoined the happily lusty teen, "And we can do nasty dirty
things to each other all night long.  The only thing we'll be missing is a
man to provide a sliding cock for some variety."

    "Kristy, sweetheart, you sexy little honeypot, have I got a surprize for
you!"


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