Chapter 2
The classroom reeked of cum, sweat, and pussy. Melanie knew her face was red as she stood at the head of the class, but that didn't matter because the faces of all her students were red, too. She'd made lots of noise unlocking the hallway door, giving the kids time to get themselves in order, and by the time she'd entered the classroom she'd found her students once again behind their easels, busily drawing Bridget, who was perched on the front desk just as Melanie had left her. Melanie pretended not to notice the dribbles of cum and pussycream on the desk and floor, or the gleaming, juice-drenched cocks of several of the boys, some of which still oozed cum as they throbbed with post-orgasmic thrills.
"Write your names on your drawings, class," Melanie said. "Then you may get dressed and leave for the day. Leave your drawings on your easels, and I'll look them over later."
The class looked surprised at being dismissed so early and so abruptly, but as they pulled on their clothes they smiled and looked relieved. Melanie glimpsed a blonde, deeply tanned girl rubbing her big toe in a wad of cum on the floor as if fascinated by the male fuckjuice and contemplating something wicked. When the girl sensed Melanie watching her, she quickly stopped what she was doing and bent over to put on her sandals, her toe still gleaming with cum.
"Thank you, Miss Adams," Melanie called to Bridget. "You were an excellent model today. Modeling isn't so bad, is it?"
"No, ma'am," Bridget said shyly. "It's kind of fun."
"You had an easy pose," Melanie said. "Next time, I'll give you a pose a bit more difficult."
Melanie pictured the petite brunette seated on the desk top with her legs split and her toes pointed. She imagined pussyjuice dribbling from the naked, pink gash between Bridget's dark-furred cuntlips. Melanie watched the girl wiggle out of the classroom in her tight shorts, and she found herself salivating for a taste of Bridget's sweet teenage ass.
When all the students had cleared out, Melanie locked the hallway door and shivered with a thrill. She glanced at the other door, the door at the front of the classroom next to the blackboard, the storeroom door through which she'd watched her students fuck. The glass of the door window looked black. She went to the door and pressed her nose to the glass, trying to see into the storeroom. She could see nothing in the darkness beyond the glass and was relieved to know that she'd been well-hidden.
She turned back toward the classroom where all the action had taken place just a short time ago. She found it hard to believe that what she'd watched through the storeroom-door window had actually happened. In fact, she might easily have dismissed the whole scene as a hallucination if the evidence wasn't still fresh all over the classroom--puddles and gobs and trickles of cum on the floor, on the legs of the easels, the scent of cum and pussy in the air, the air still tingling with sexual electricity.
Melanie pulled off her clothes, kicked off her shoes. She leaned over her desk, sniffing the small puddles of fuckjuice on top of it and inhaling the scent of pussy and jism. She couldn't resist dipping her finger in the fluid and tasting it--the way she used to taste her brother's cum last summer. One taste and she was licking the cum up. She moved around the desk, licking the cum gobs off the top of it, off the sides of it. As she licked, she visualized in her mind the scene that had taken place on this desk a short while ago.
She saw Bridget pinned to the desk top on her back, saw one boy fucking Bridget's pussy, another boy fucking Bridget's mouth, saw a third boy sucking the girl's sensuously clutching toes and jerking off against her smooth, quivering leg. The cum all tasted the same to Melanie, although she knew each sticky drop that she licked up had been shot from one of three different cocks.
Having licked her desk clean, Melanie began to move about the room, stepping in cum puddles sometimes before she saw them. She rubbed her toes in the sticky fluid, then dropped to her hands and knees, crouching like a cat as she lapped the male spunk up. Her naked ass waved in the air, licked by the breeze that came in through the open windows. Her tits dangled and wobbled heavily under her, swollen and throbbing with her excitement. She licked cum off the easel legs, simultaneously masturbating her pussy. Her entire ass throbbed, and she ached to be mounted from behind, to be impaled from behind by a hard, throbbing, red-hot cock.
I'll fuck them all, she thought--every last one of them! Not just once, but a hundred times! Oh yes I will!
In her mind, she visualized all the boys in the class standing around her naked, their cocks bone-hard and throbbing with lust as she wiggled her naked ass at them. One by one, the boys dropped down behind her, then mounting her, ramming their cocks up her cunt, fucking her until she screamed, fucking her until she lay exhausted on the floor, cum running from her ravaged pussyhole.
"I'm coming!" she moaned, her right hand jerking between her legs, two fingers plunging in and out of her contracting, pleasure-raw pussy. "Yes, yes!"
Panting, squirming, she finger-fucked herself until every last wonderful tingle had been milked from her itching cunt.
She glanced over her shoulder, embarrassed by her shameless, kinky behavior, expecting to discover somebody watching her. She would die if she were caught like this. She saw nobody--just the locked classroom door and the storeroom door with its dark window. Relieved, she jumped up quickly and got dressed.
It was three stories down to the ground floor, and Melanie heard no one and saw no one until she'd reached the first floor. Her art classroom up on the third floor in an isolated wing of the school was surely private enough, and she was thankful for that. As she passed the main office on the ground floor, Mr. Smith, the principal, stepped out into the hallway to speak with her.
"How did it go, Miss Campbell? They didn't give you too much trouble, I hope."
"No trouble at all," Melanie said. "Of course, the class is rather informal and loose, which allows some leeway. I don't demand perfect silence during class, for example."
"Glad to hear you've had a successful first day," said the principal. "But if any of the boys should get out of hand in the future, don't hesitate to call on me for assistance. They can get wild at times."
"Thank you, Mr. Smith."
"Bill," the principal said. "Please call me Bill. Perhaps you and I can get together for a drink one of these days, Miss Campbell--get to know each other a little better. I like to get to know my teachers."
His eyes roved up and down Melanie's body.
"Fine," Melanie said.
As she drove home, Melanie remembered that Bill Smith was a married man, and she wondered if Mrs. Smith was aware of her husband's flirtatious manner around other women. The red-faced, balding principal hadn't hidden his obvious sexual interest in Melanie, nor had he tried to hide with his hands the cylindrical swelling down one leg of his dress trousers. The swelling had been much larger than seemed right on a pot-bellied little man like Mr. Smith, and Melanie found herself rubbing her cunt through the crotch of her jeans. The thought of fucking that chubby little principal turned her on. Today, the thought of fucking any male turned her on.
The drive home to her secluded cabin and studio in the woods took forty-five minutes, and by the time she got there she was so itchy and hot between the legs that she didn't even wait to get into the house before she stripped naked. She pulled off her clothes the second she climbed out of the car, then rubbed her feet sensuously on the sand and pine needles and stretched in the sunshine. Pussycream dribbled from between her puffed-up, blonde cuntlips, and she slipped a finger into her cunt-slit and rubbed her clit. She felt fuck-sensation all the way to her toes, and she moaned, squeezing her legs together.
What a day it had been! She wished she could have gotten pictures of her students fucking in the classroom. Maybe tomorrow she'd take along her camera.
Inside the cabin, she went to her bedroom and flung open the windows, which looked out onto a back deck and down a short slope to the lake. Sunlight reflected off a million rippling waves. The scent of the pine needles and the lake wafted through the window on the breeze. Melanie took a box of photographs out of her dresser drawer and flopped down on her bed with it. The photographs were pictures she'd taken of her brother Robby last summer, pictures of his nude body, and his rigid, eight-inch cock.
"Mmm, Robby!" she sighed, ogling the photographs and beating off her throbbing, overheated cunt. "Fuck me, honey, oh yes!"
Robby had arrived unexpectedly one afternoon last summer, on a day very much like today. He'd walked into her studio without knocking and had found her seated at her easel, dressed in nothing but a pair of tiny silk panties. He'd stood silent in the open doorway of her studio, watching her paint for a long time before she'd sensed someone behind her and had turned her head to discover a shirtless, jeans-clad young man staring at her.
"Jesus Christ, who are--" Melanie put her hand to her breastbone to stop her heart from jumping out of her chest.
The young man smiled at her, and Melanie recognized him--her brother Robby, whom she hadn't seen in years. How he'd changed! She dropped her brush, knocked her stool over in getting up, and stumbled to the doorway to embrace him, forgetting in her shock and excitement that she was nearly naked.
Robby's arms locked around her. His sweaty chest pressed to her tits. His big hands stroked her back. They kissed each other on the mouth, and their kiss lingered a few seconds too long. Melanie felt herself melt in her brother's arms, felt a violent surge of lust in her loins as she sensed his hard cock rubbing against her through his jeans. His tongue slid into her mouth, and Melanie was completely lost.
The boy eased his fingers down her panties and felt her ass. Melanie quivered in his arms, sucking on his tongue, panting, swallowing his spit as it ran into her mouth. She felt his belly muscles ripple against her stomach, felt the muscles of his tanned back ripple under her roving hands. Sweat trickled from his armpits, down his flanks, getting Melanie's arms wet. As he pushed down her panties, pussycream trickled down Melanie's inner thighs like hot sap. The boy reached between her legs from behind and smeared his fingers in her gooey juice. His cock throbbed powerfully against her belly, threatening to split open his jeans.
Robby unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. His ramrod-stiff, tusk-sized cock slipped between Melanie's legs, so hot it seared her skin. He rubbed his huge, uncut prick back and forth between her smooth, juice-slick inner thighs, and Melanie trembled in his arms. He lifted both her legs, splitting them apart, lifting her off the ground, and simultaneously he slipped his cock into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, impaled on his cock, which throbbed inside her like a living snake. Melanie and her brother groaned in unison.
She clung to him, her arms around his neck, her face turned up, her mouth pressed to his mouth. Their tongues slipped together. Robby's cock twisted and churned in Melanie's cunt. It was the first time in years that Melanie had been fucked. She hadn't been fucked in so long that she couldn't remember the last time. She crushed herself to her brother, trying to fuse their bodies, trying to make them one. The pussyjuice dribbled from her cock-stuffed pussy, drenching her kid brother's hairy teenage balls. Her nipples swelled hard against his chest. She squirmed in his arms.
They fucked standing up. Robby was amazingly strong, able to support Melanie's entire body weight as he plunged his cock between her swollen, blonde-furred cuntlips, as he juggled her naked asscheeks in his hands, keeping them spread so wide that Melanie felt the breeze licking her moist, naked shitter. Melanie groaned, writhing deliriously, her entire body throbbing with fuck-sensation as Robby's massive cock slipped in and out of her, its fist-like knob pounding the mouth of her womb. Sweat ran on the boy's skin, and their naked flesh slipped together as if oiled.
"You close?" Robby panted.
Melanie shook her head. Her toes clutched with each thrust of her brother's cock. She'd been on the verge of orgasm from the moment he'd penetrated her. She wiggled her ass, fucking her pussy on his sliding cock. His body went rigid, his eyes rolled back, and his cock turned steel-hard inside her.
"I'm coming!" he grunted, his body shaking, his cock flexing powerfully. Jism splashed in Melanie's cunt. "Ahhhh!"
Melanie's body vibrated with each shuddering spasm of her brother's cock. She churned her cunt on his cum-slick cock, feeling his spurts drill her womb, feeling the electricity of his orgasm pass into her own flesh. She dug her fingernails into his upper back, tossed her head from side to side. As spasms surged through her body, she moaned deep in her throat, rubbing her tits madly against her grunting, humping, jizz-spurting brother.
"Ohhh, Melanie!" the boy groaned. "Oh, God!"
He shot so much cum into her that by the time he was finished spurting, his jism was running out of her and dripping off his balls.
Melanie, lying on her bed, gazed at a close-up of Robby's big, uncut cock spurting cum and she brought herself off, punching two fingers in and out of her squeezing, juice-oozing pussy. She imagined Robby's cock inside her, imagined she could feel his jism squirting, splashing against the quivering walls of her contracting pussyhole. It felt so fucking good!
Why did Robby have to leave her and go to college? Why couldn't he have stayed on with her here? She'd offered to support him, to take care of him, give him money, as long as he'd fuck her, whenever she wanted it, which was often, sometimes several times a day. He'd told her jokingly that she was more than even he could handle. He'd said seriously that the woods wasn't the place for him. He was looking forward to college.
Sometimes Melanie wished that Robby had never shown up last summer. He'd changed her life, had destroyed her sense of contentment with a solitary life devoted solely to her art work. Since the day Robby had slipped his hot cock up her cunt and had reawakened her sexuality, Melanie could no longer be content with dildos and her own fingers up her pussy. Now she craved living cock--hot, hard, throbbing prick. Nothing else would satisfy her.