Chapter 6
" ... and I see you did exceptionally well in all of your aptitude tests, except for an average score in mathematics. But that's typical of high school girls. Now!"
The blonde, boyish-looking guidance counselor leaned across his office desk and looked at Karen winningly. Idealism oozed from every pore of his body. It was mid-afternoon of the next day, and Randy Peterson was determined to help Karen find what she really wanted to do in life.
"Let's talk a little bit off the record, shall we? There are any number of colleges I could recommend you to, with grades like yours, but some might not have programs to your liking. What do you want in life, Karen? You're only eighteen. Your whole life is ahead of you. What are your goals, ambitions, dreams?"
"Uh, well, Mr. Peterson, that's kind of hard to say ... "
Sitting in front of his desk in the private office, Karen bowed her head and stared at the floor. Her hesitation had nothing to do with an inability to answer Peterson's question; she had any number of ideas as to what she'd like to do for a career.
It was because she was so horny, she could hardly see straight. Only a few hours had passed since her fuck session with Mr. Howard, but the cycle of intense shame to intense lust had already repeated itself.
Karen still was a deeply religious teenaged girl, and she felt miserably ashamed that she'd given her pussy to two strange, older men in a matter of days. But her guilt seemed to make her hot pussy burn that much more.
She was dying to suck and fuck another stiff cock - any cock at all, and Mr. Peterson was a very handsome man. When she'd walked into his office, dressed in a light blouse and skirt that were rather formal on such a hot day, she'd caught the awe in his eyes as he realized he'd be interviewing a girl with such a fantastic body. And she had been staring at the lump his cock made in his pants every chance she got.
"Confused? Unsure of yourself?" Peterson seemed delighted by Karen's apparent shyness, although he misunderstood it completely. "Come, come, Karen. This is off the record. You can tell me. What do you want out of life? Anything you want, you can tell me."
I want you to fuck me, you son of a ...
"I guess I'd like to go into medicine," Karen said aloud, blushing at the lewdness of her thought. "I mean, I don't know how, exactly, but I'd like to be in a career where I could help sick people. You know what I mean?"
Peterson frowned and glanced quickly through her records. "Well, I don't know, Karen. Getting into medical school is difficult enough, let alone graduating or surviving as an intern."
Peterson's frown quickly turned into another idealistic smile.
"But there's a big demand for paraprofessionals in the medical field, Karen! Nurses, paramedics, therapists - that sort of thing. And such a career might be an excellent stepping stone to becoming a full-fledged M.D. should you decide to take that course later on."
Peterson leaned back in his chair, just far enough to let Karen see the lump of his cock over the desk top. She gagged and stared helplessly at his crotch. The outline of his prick seemed larger now. Was he getting a hard-on? Was he thinking about her body, about fucking her cunt?
Again, Peterson misinterpreted her expression. "It can be very exciting work, Karen. Did you really have your heart set on being a doctor?"
Karen tried to snap out of it. "Oh ... no, that's not it. I mean ... oh, I'm sorry. I guess I'm not thinking very well today."
Peterson smiled. "You need some coffee."
Turning, he filled a Styrofoam cup from a steaming pot that sat on a warmer behind his desk. Karen stood up to accept it.
Then there occurred a critical moment. Karen would later wonder, again and again, if she had caused it deliberately and unconsciously. Her hand seemed to twitch as soon as she took the cup. She jumped and dropped it, spilling the steaming liquid all over her blouse.
"Oh, God!" she squealed. "All over my new blouse!"
Peterson pulled open his desk drawer, grabbed a wash cloth and strode around the desk. "It'll be all right. Just hurry before the stain sets in."
With no apparent knowledge of what he was doing, the guidance counselor pressed the rag to Karen's shoulder and fiercely began rubbing her blouse. She stared at him with bewilderment, making no effort to stop him.
"Never lost a shirt yet," Peterson said. "Just got to get the spot as soon as the accident happens. That's what my mother taught me. Now let's see ... "
Then he stopped, as both of them realized that he had his hand on the ample swell of her firm, rounded, very large tits. There then passed another critical moment, more important than the first.
Peterson took his hand from her tits, but he did not do so immediately. In the intervening second, Karen was sure she felt his fingers press into the spongy flesh of her tits, causing an incredible wetness to fill the already-burning slit of her pussy. And when he did step away, she saw that the bulge in his crotch had swelled into a whopper of a hard, throbbing cock.
"Sorry about that," Peterson said, smiling uncomfortably. "Forgot what I was doing. Sorry."
Karen said nothing. She now stared so brazenly at his big, pulsing cock that both of them knew what she was doing. His prick seemed to throb before her eyes, as if dying to be released from confinement.
"You've got a hard-on," Karen whispered, as if in a trance. "Your cock. It's so stiff."
"Well, you know how it is, Karen," Peterson said feebly. "You're a very pretty girl."
His massive, rock-hard prick bucked and throbbed even as he spoke. Karen lost all control of herself. She didn't know what she was doing now, nor did she much care. All she knew was that she had to have that hunk of cock flesh spurting jism down her throat.
It was as if a spirit had descended on her, sweeping away all her inhibitions. Whimpering, she fell to her knees before the guidance counselor. Then she frantically fumbled with the zipper and buckle holding his pants up, groping madly to free his big, naked cock.
"Karen!" Peterson looked down at her in utter amazement. "What ... what in the world do you think you're doing?!"
"Gonna suck your cock," Karen whispered.
Hurriedly, she tugged his slacks down to his ankles, groaning at the sight of his hard-on thrusting against the thin cotton of his shorts.
"Oh Jesus, what a big fucking cock!"
Then she tugged his shorts off too, gasping with lust at the sight of his naked cock. His steely prick was comparatively slender when compared to Samuels' and Howard's cocks, but her guidance counselor's prick was much, much longer.
Karen whimpered at the thought of his long prick skewering into her pussy, reaching the very innermost depths of her cunt. Before her eyes, his prick bobbed and twitched, freely oozing cum onto the spongy, heart-shaped knob.
"Oh, God!" Groaning, Karen wrapped both hands around the shaft of his hard-on, becoming instantly hornier as she saw that two inches still protruded from her grip. "What a big, fucking cock!"
Karen tightened her hands around his cock, kneading it hornily, expertly beginning to beat his prick. Bending her head, she extended her tongue and wantonly began to lick up the cum cream that shone on his slick, bloated cock knob.
"No, Karen, you've got to stop!" But Peterson winced as his aching cock grew stiffer and stiffer in her grip. Helplessly, he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her hands. "I'm so much ... unh! Older than you. I can't, I could be arrested ..."
Karen ignored him, unconcerned with any part of his body but the thick, veined prick shaft rising out of his curly hairs. Gurgling, she opened her mouth wide and flushed as she stuffed as much of his long prick as she could down her buttery throat.
She'd had so little experience with Mr. Howard, but she had already fallen in love with cocksucking, with the taste of a big prick between her lips and the drops of jism that would squirt on her tongue. Her head bobbed as she went to work on Peterson's cock, fucking her face with his stone-hard prick.
"Unggghhh! Oh Karen, I'm losing control!" Peterson thrust his hand behind her head, holding her in position as he bucked his ass much harder. "Suck my cock! Oh Christ, that's good! I can't stand it! Suck the cum out of my cock!"
The slurping, gurgling sounds of Karen's eager blow job filled the office. Releasing one hand from his throbbing prick, she dropped it between her thighs and feverishly struggled with the clasp of her skirt.
She tore it off, leaving herself naked from the waist down except for her panties and shoes. Shuddering, she thrust her hand in her panties, groping through her pussy curls for the steaming slit of her cunt. Then she began to jack off as she sucked and stroked her counselor's cock, sucking his cock harder than ever as she plunged her fingers in and out of the dripping lips of her fuck slit.
"Harder!" Peterson pulled her hair and began to buck his ass with a fury, stuffing her face full with more and more of his cock. "Oh shit, my cock's so fucking stiff! I'm gonna shoot, baby!"
Wildly fingerfucking her pussy with her left hand, Karen beat his prick with long, violent strokes of her little hand. The intensity of her rhythm made his cock head swell out like a plum.
Jism oozed from the tip of his prick, getting on her fingers, coating the shaft of his prick. Now her hand made slick, wet sounds as it raced up and down his throbbing cock.
"Cumming!" Peterson gasped. "Harder, oh shit, I'm going to cum any second!"
Karen puckered her cheeks, desperately increasing the suction around his long prick. Her tongue swirled over and around his cock head, continually slurping up the fuck cream that oozed up from his bloated nuts.
"Ungghh!" Peterson grunted. "Oh fuck it, honey! Ahh ahh ahhhhhhhh ..."
He lunged forward, stabbing his prick as far down her throat as it would go. Karen rubbed her wet clit like a bitch in heat. A torrent of jism gushed from the swollen tip of his cock.
Again and again, his jism shot up from his ravished balls, filling Karen's mouth with one salty, white burst of cum after another. Burying two fingers in her hairy pussy, she hungrily started gulping, working her throat muscles to slurp down every squirt of his cum.
"Oh God," Peterson whispered.
He took his gradually wilting prick out of Karen's mouth and looked down at her, obviously unable to believe that he had let a teenaged girl give him such a fabulous blow job.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to lose my job. In all the years I've been here, I've never ... please don't tell. Whatever you do, just don't ..."
"Lick my pussy," Karen interrupted.
She fell back on the office carpet, grabbing the hem of her bikini panties with trembling hands and pulling them down over her peach-shaped ass cheeks, down the tapering curve of her mouthwatering legs.
Her clit was stiff, and her cunt tunnel was so wet, the insides of her thighs were soaked with her fuck juices. Never before had her pussy been in such desperate need of a good cum. The more she fucked, the more it seemed to turn her on.
"Eat my cunt!" Karen wiggled her hot ass on the carpet and splayed her long, slender legs wide, completely opening up the fur-fringed slit of her pussy to her counselor's lustful gaze. "Please, Mr. Peterson. I promise not to tell anybody. I'm so horny now! Oh God, you've just got to lick my cunt and make me cum!"
Peterson stared down at her as a starving dog might eye a big dish of Alpo. His cock swelled anew at the mere sight of her cunt - at the tantalizing aroma of pussy that seemed to fill the whole room.
"Hurry!" Unable to wait, Karen dropped her hand between her thighs and began to fingerfuck her pussy before his eyes. "Suck my cunt, Mr. Peterson! I can't wait!"
Peterson glanced nervously around the room, as if afraid that someone might walk in on them, though the school building was generally deserted in the summer months. Then he knelt between her thighs and hungrily buried his face in the hairy bush of her fuck hole.
"Oh yes, oh God!"
Karen stiffened and winced as she felt the first pressure of his tongue on her dripping pussy lips, as it probed her swollen cunt and pushed into the inner walls of her fuck tunnel.
"Suck my cunt now!" Feverishly, she began to buck and hump her hot little ass off the carpet, fucking her pussy all over her counselor's face.
Peterson's cock grew as stiff as stone as he tasted the pungent wetness of Karen's cunt. Slipping his hands between her thighs, he held her pussy lips apart with his fingers and lapped up and down her cunt slit, eating the fuck cream that drooled from the inner recesses of her pussy.
"Awwwwww!" Karen tore off her blouse and bra, freeing the mammoth globes of her stiff-nippled tits. Wantonly, she began to knead her breasts as he ate her cunt. "Suck harder! Oh Christ, get my clit! I'm gonna cum!"
Peterson licked higher and higher up her gushing pussy until his tongue touched the aching bud of her clit. She shuddered as her pussy throbbed and her asshole puckered. Her counselor's face was now wet with the flow of her fuck cream, running heavily from the depths of her cunt.
"Unh unh unh, jack me off, oh God ..."
Peterson pushed one, then two fingers into the clasping wetness of her fuck tunnel, making her pussy contract hungrily around them. Then he took her clit between his lips and sucked it tenderly, simultaneously burying his fingers all the way up her cunt.
"Cumming! I'm cumming I'm ahhhhhh..."
Karen bucked and heaved her naked ass cheeks off the floor in a frenzy of lust, clawing the back of Peterson's head as the spasms burst through her cunt.
Her little pink asshole contracted repeatedly, and the hot fuck juices poured from her hairy pussy. She screamed and fucked her cunt all over his face, moaning and crying as the cum gushed from her cunt.
Peterson continued licking her pussy long after her cum had subsided, tenderly using his tongue to clean up the fuck juice from her ravished cunt. Then he rose between her spread-eagled thighs, and she saw that his cock had become rock-hard, throbbing and twitching wildly in anticipation of being buried in her syrupy cunt.
"Oh, yesssss!" Karen's eyes bulged at the sight of his enormous prick. She imagined his cock stabbing deep inside her fuck tunnel. "Oh yes, Mr. Peterson! Fuck me now!" She spread her thighs even wider apart, desperate for the invasion of his prick. "Fuck me! Stick your big cock up my pussy, and fuck me hard!"
Peterson moved quickly between her legs, desperately trying to fit the twitching knob of his cock between the flowering folds of her cunt. She reached between their bodies, holding his cock shaft and sighing as she helped him fit his prick into her hairy cunt.
Then another big, long cock was going into her cunt, stretching her pussy walls. As his meaty prick invaded the sucking, clinging tunnel of her fuck hole, she quivered and groaned. His cock was stuffing her pussy as he bucked his ass to help it go all the way in her cunt.
"All riiiiiight!"
Moaning obscenely, Karen lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around Peterson's midsection. Then she began to buck and hump her ass with a greater fury than she'd ever before shown in fucking-wildly pumping up her pussy to meet the stabbing length of his cock.
"Oh Jesus, Mr. Peterson! Your cock feels so fucking big!" Karen cried out in ecstasy as his long cock bored into the untouched recesses of her pussy. "Fuck me with your prick! Unh, unh, haaaaaaard! Make me cream!"
Peterson panted and immediately started to work his muscular ass, thrusting his cock rhythmically in and out of Karen's pussy. She willfully contracted her cunt muscles, making his prick throb stiffly, making him fuck her faster and harder by the second.
"Oh, yes." Supporting the weight of his torso on his straightened arms, Peterson hungrily watched her enormous tits jiggle like Jell-O every time he slammed his cock up her pussy. "Your cunt ... ungghh! It's so fucking tight! I can feel my jizz coming up! Oh God, I can't hold my load!"
Twining her thighs ever tighter around his waist, Karen reached down and pawed the humping cheeks of his ass.
"Harder!" she panted. She shook her head back and forth, grimacing obscenely as his cock packed her pussy deeper with every stroke. "I love your cock! Oh God, I'm gonna cum too! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Peterson did just that, making the floorboards creak as he slammed his drooling, pulsing cock in and out of her sucking cunt. She felt the heat growing in her belly and knew that she was about to get off.
"Fuck me!" She began to bounce her ass so violently, her hips came off the floor with each thrust. Her cunt was so wet that she could heard slick, gurgling sounds every time Peterson rammed his prick in and out of her pussy. "Oh! Oh God, I can feel your prick! Unnnnnnnggghhh! Oh fuck, oh shit! Keep fucking me! Unh unh nnnnnnggg cuuuummmiiing!"
The spasms burst through her body like a white-hot tide, making her cunt contract and her nipples ache as the cum deluged her beautiful cunt again and again. Peterson couldn't resist the spasmodic contractions of her cumming fuck tunnel around his cock.
He scissored between her thighs, and just like the night before, she felt hot jism gushing into her pussy right after her cum.
Repeatedly, the stream of salty cum flooded out of his cock head. She felt his jizz splattering on the inner walls of her cunt tunnel as she worked her pussy muscles, milking out every drop.
Fucking feels so good, Karen thought. She knew she would feel horribly ashamed of herself within a few minutes, for fucking two men within the space of a mere day. It was like she had become two people - unable to control her lusty self when she surfaced. And she was surfacing with greater frequency as the summer progressed.