Chapter 2
Christ, is my cock stiff!
Jim Arland squirmed in his desk chair and crossed his legs to try to hide his throbbing erection. He looked toward the front of the classroom and couldn't take his eyes from the slinky, sultry, gorgeous source of his sexual desires.
Miss Poston sat at her desk and talked about triangles. Then she stood and turned her back to the class and drew one on the blackboard. An isosceles, with the vertex pointing downward, like the outline of a woman's mound.
Jim looked at it, and his pulses pounded and made his stiff cock throb. His eyes went up and down Miss Poston's back. They took in the pert, tight pout of her rump.
He saw the way her navy skirt fairly dipped into the deep crack between her ass cheeks, even as it flared out over her smooth hips. He saw the curve of her spine and the way the slinky red top of her blouse followed the curving bow of it.
Miss Poston turned around and faced the class again, resting her tight buttocks against the chalk tray. The hard wood indented the soft flesh and made her pelvis tip forward. The gentle curve of her mound showed, and the skirt folded revealingly into the triangle of her pussy and thighs in a sweet duplication of the triangle she'd drawn on the board.
Jim Arland was enchanted. His prick pulsed with youthful vigor under the hiding slab of his desk top. He watched her soft red lips part and close as she formed her words.
When she made circles of them, he imagined them around the tip of his swollen cock, and he feared it would swell so full it would split. He gazed at her violet eyes, the glossy sheen of her raven hair. He watched the thrust and jiggle of her firm-tipped tits inside the slinky blouse and imagined how soft and warm they would feel in his hands, against his cheeks and lips, all over his body.
He watched the way her skirt drew across her abdomen and molded the outlines of her trim thighs when she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Everything about her was soft, slinky, warm, beautiful . . .
Jim felt his breath catch in his throat. He bent forward and moaned softly and just had to grab his prick. He squeezed the burning stalk through his pants and nearly blew his wad when he saw her violet eyes were looking right at him while she talked.
He gasped and stopped masturbating. He blushed deep pink and ran his hand through his curly blond hair and twisted his head around, glancing furtively at the other students.
That was a close one! he thought.
She was drawing on the board again. He heard a chuckle from the next row and a seat behind. He turned and saw Tom Bender at his desk, grinning from ear to ear.
Bender had his hand in his lap. He made jacking motions with it and then shifted his knees wide apart to let Jim see the full, thick ridge of cock running down the leg of his tight pants.
Bender made a furtive gesture-a middle finger fucking into a circle of forefinger and thumb-and nodded toward Miss Boston when he did it. Then he scratched the ridge of his prick and pumped his hips with a look of agonized bliss on his face.
Jim grinned back and turned forward quickly. It had been a feeble grin. Now his mouth felt dry, and there was a funny buzzing in his ears. His hands curled into fists on the top of his desk, and he looked at Miss Poston again.
Don't worry, Miss Poston. Don't you worry a bit about him . . .
It was no secret that she gave hard cocks to the boys. They all watched her thrusting tits and swaying, tight ass, just the way he did. They all talked about fucking her, gathering in a knot after class and being very descriptive.
Jim usually joined them. He liked to listen and imagine that he was a make-out like Tom Bender and the others, suave and cool and able to get the job done with her.
They talked about how they'd lift her dress and squeeze her tight buttocks in their hands, how they'd feel the full, firm tits and suck on the tight nipples until they were red and spiked.
His mouth went dry when they talked about running their fingers through her dark bush and slipping them between her thighs, playing with her pussy until it was soaking with passion.
Then he could nearly feel the slippery oil from her lovely cunt on his fingertips when he rubbed them together. When he smelled them, he smelled all sorts of aromas in his mind, because he didn't have any idea what real cunt juice smelled like.
When they talked about slipping their horny, squirting cocks into Miss Poston's pussy, making her squirm around and moan for more, he'd get the biggest, stiffest, reddest prick in the whole world. And he'd have to stagger off to the can and beat his meat until cum sprayed from the end of his swollen prick and bubbled over his knuckles.
Jim liked to listen. He liked to pretend that he had the suaveness and coolness and maturity to seduce her. But he didn't like to see the hard cocks on the other guys.
That made him afraid a guy like Bender would dick her and steal her from him, and that wasn't fair. Hell, Bender had all the cunts he wanted. He didn't have to be a hog and steal Miss Poston, too.
Jim's blue eyes glittered. He gazed steadily and intently at her as if trying to convey the message to her with his eyes. You're safe from them as long as I'm around, darling Miss Poston. I don't think you're just another piece of ass. I think you're special.
To his astonishment, she looked back=straight at him-and he nearly melted.
She understood! She knew! She secretly loved him for it!
The bell rang. There was a sudden burst of noise as the other students got up and talked and horsed their way out of the room. The sounds came to him dimly through his dreamy daze. He got up mechanically, forgetting all about the sweet stiffness of his aching, yearning prick.
"Oh my, Jimmy! Mmmmmm, just look at that thing. Where have you been hiding that big prick, Jimmy?"
The voice was soft and warm and intimate. For a split second, he thought it was Miss Pos-ton's voice. Then he glanced around and saw a vision nearly as lovely.
Betty Johnson stood inches from him, her books cradled against her soft, full tits. She was gazing down toward his crotch, and there was a shining light in her blue eyes.
She licked her lips and made a soft sound in the back of her throat. She clenched her buttocks together several times, as if there were a little itch between them.
She leaned forward slightly and reached toward his crotch. She ran her fingertips along the outline of his strong erection, probing and pinching, keeping her actions hidden by their bodies.
Jim gasped and shivered and nearly came in his pants again. "Jesus . . . " he croaked.
"Mmmmm, that looks like a man's prick, Jimmy. It feels like one, too. Did Miss Poston do that to you, Jimmy?"
"N-Naw," he lied. "You did, Betty. I was thinking about you just now when old Posty drew all those triangles on the board. They made me think of your sweet cunt and how much I'd like to fuck it, just like all the other guys get to."
Betty's eyes flicked up. He looked at her expression and knew he'd said the wrong thing again. He nearly groaned. He was always fucking up, putting both feet in his mouth at once, being un-suave and un-cool as hell.
Her gaze went over his curly yellow hair and his chubby-cheeked boyish face. She gave a small snort of disgust.
"Damn, but you're a smooth-talking little shit." There was a slight curl to her lip. "I should have known better than to try messing around with a kid again."
Jim stammered md shifted from one clumsy foot to the other, ile ran his hand through his boyish curls and mussed his hair absurdly. He watched her turn away from him and knew he had to do something to break out of this rut he was in.
Betty was the most beautiful girl in the school-next to Miss Poston, of course. And she was the easiest fuck, too. That's what Bender and the other guys said. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't any such thing. In fact, there'd never been any fuck for him. He felt as if he were the only cherry left in school, and he was already sixteen.
He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on his books and felt very fickle for turning his back to Miss Poston. But this was his chance, if he hadn't blown it already. The big chance to finally get his prick into a real live pussy.
"Hey, Betty-wait!" he cried, running after her but knowing that was a very un-cool thing to do, too.
She spun back, thrusting her big tits forward. "Wait for what? For you to grow up? I haven't got that long, Jimmy boy. I thought maybe I could teach you how to be a man, how to fuck in an exciting new way I just learned. But you're all hung up on Miss Poston. You can't kid me. And then you talk as if I'm some kind of whore who's let every boy in school fuck me, when you know that isn't true, Jimmy."
"It-it isn't?" he choked.
"You haven't fucked me yet," she said angrily. "And you're not going to, either, until you're a man."
"I'm a man!" he wailed, trailing her out the door like a little puppy, forgetting all about Miss Poston now.
God, he had to make it with Betty-just had to! How else was he going to get enough experience to compete with Bender to fuck Miss Poston first?
Hell, she'd brush him off faster than Betty was doing right now if he'd never had even one piece of ass. Besides that, there was something that didn't have anything to do with Miss Poston.
He was ready. He needed to get his rocks off with some cunt. Any cunt, it didn't much matter any more. Christ, he was even eyeing up his little sister, Holly, lately, and she hardly had any tits yet.
Betty turned around again. She looked down at his crotch and ran her eyes over the stiff line of his prick. She licked her lips and seemed to be considering it. Then she looked him squarely in the eye.
"Will you fuck me in the ass, Jimmy?" she asked bluntly.
"In the ass?" he choked.
She snorted again. "That's just what I thought. Just another kid. All you kids think about is screwing pussy, getting your own pleasure, never thinking about mine. You sound just like Tom. In the ass?" she mimicked. "Shit, there's got to be one man around this fucking school besides Mr. Jenkins."
"I'll do it, Betty!" Jim cried. "I swear I will!"
He shook all over. He didn't know what to think. How was an experience like that going to help him with Miss Poston ? He was shocked. In the oss? Girls liked a big dick up the ass?
Betty took his hand and smiled softly. "All right, Jimmy. We'll see if you're man enough. But I'm not kidding. No pussy fucking. I can get all of that I need from Tom and the others. You do it right, Jimmy boy, and I'll give you all the ass you ever dreamed of." She grinned and emphasized the word ass.
He laughed with her, nearly blowing his wad with excitement. A piece of ass for real! "Where?" he whispered conspiratorially.
"In the girls' John," she whispered back. "Top floor. Wait until the bell rings and everybody's in class."
"Jesus, Betty! We've got history! We'll need passes, or else-"
"There you go again, you little shit! I thought you were a man! You've got to take chances to convince me."
"All right, all right," he said quickly, running his hand through his hair again. He wished his knees would stop knocking. He wished he could be as cool as Bender.
Betty took off through the door and down the hallway that was now nearly empty. Jim licked his lips and stared after her, watching the full buttocks pump up and down as she walked. He imagined shoving his prick into the center of their globular softness, and he nearly whimpered with need.
He heard a sound at the front of the room. He glanced toward it and saw Miss Poston. Her violet eyes stared directly and intently into his, as if pleading with him not to go with Betty. Her beautiful face was marked with a kind of sadness and longing he didn't understand.
Betty stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked back at him with an expression of disgust. She made it clear that if he didn't come now, he wasn't going to get another chance to fuck her.
Jim felt perfectly miserable. He didn't know what to do. They were pulling him apart. He glanced back at Miss Poston and tried to tell her with his eyes.
It's for you, Miss Poston . . .
He gave a small cry and ran from the room to follow Betty Johnson. She said nothing. He followed her hot, full, wiggly ass along the corridor and up the stairs to the top floor.
Partway down the hall, she stopped and opened the door to the girls' can. She stood inside it and beckoned to him impatiently. He damn near wet his pants. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs clear at the other end of the hall.
"Hurry up, stupid!" she whispered hoarsely. Jim ran as quietly as he could, slipping into the restroom. The door hissed shut. He looked around, his heart pounding. It would be just his luck if some girl came in and caught him there. Maybe even his little sister, Holly. What the hell would he say to Holly?
"We're safe, Jimmy," Betty said to him. She came up against him and twined her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. "Hey, what are you gawking around at?"
"I-I've never been in a girls' can before."
Betty looked around with a frown. "What's the matter with it?"
"There aren't any pissers-you know, urinals."
"Of course not, stupid. Girls don't have pricks. If they did, I wouldn't have any need for boys, now would I ? " She grinned and came against him again, pushing her soft, round tits against his chest. "Then I could fuck myself in the ass," she giggled.
She put her hand to his crotch and massaged his prick. It had gone down slightly with his fright, but it sprang rigidly up again at her touch.
"Mmmmmm, that feels big, Jimmy. It feels like a wonderful cock. Let's see it, huh?"
He gasped and sucked in his breath and looked down at her, nearly frozen with fright. He didn't like standing just inside the door. If he pulled his cock out and somebody walked in, then he'd be in a hell of a mess.
"Hey, you're not going to play bashful with little Betty now, are you?" she taunted, rolling her tits all over his chest. "You'll never make me believe you're a man if you're going to be bashful."
"We-we ought to go into one of the stalls or something, Betty," he said.
"Yeah," she said after a moment. "You can sit on the can with your cock sticking up, and then I can sit in your lap. Your dick ought to go deep that way."
She took his hand and led him quickly to one of the stalls toward the end of the room. She went in first and turned around. He looked at the toilet and had a terrible urge to piss.
Then Betty stepped in front of him and put her hand to his fly again. She reached for his zipper. It made a purring sound as it came down. Her cool fingers reached inside the gap and found his straining, trembling cock. She pulled it out, and her eyes brightened.
"Man, what a beautiful big prick, Jimmy! God, I just knew it was going to be a big one like this! How the hell did I miss fucking you before now?"
"Y-You thought I was a dumb kid," Jim said, trying to grin. His lips wouldn't hold still, and neither would his knees. "B-But that's not a kid's prick there, is it?"
She glanced up and smiled slowly. "We'll see, Jimmy, we'll see. There's more to having a man's prick than the size. It's got to know what it's doing. And you've got to be able to hold back until the right moment, like Mr. Jenkins can."
"You've fucked Mr. Jenkins?" Jim blurted.
"Naw, stupid, he fucked me. And how! He stuck it up my ass just over an hour ago, and I haven't been able to think of anything else since then."
She wrapped her fingers around Jim's cock and began pulling on it with impatient gestures.
"Jesus, my butt's tingling, Jimmy!" she gasped. "Hurry up and get this thing in me before I come from just thinking about it!"
Jim sucked in his breath. He'd heard what she'd said about being a man, about being able to hold it. He didn't think he was going to be able to. Not if she kept jacking him off like that.
"B-Betty . . . " he groaned huskily, pumping his hips so that her hand went all around his throbbing prick.
"Don't you come in my hand!" she hissed warningly, yanking it away.
"Whew!" he gasped, leaning against the partition. "I guess I'm overloaded." He looked down at his cock. It thumped with each beat of his heart, doing a rapid dance in the air.
"Drop your pants," she said. "I don't want your cold zipper poking me in the ass."
She watched him. He hesitated and then sucked in his breath and pretended he was the coolest of the cool. He unhooked his belt buckle and the snap and let the pants fall to his knees. His dick sprouted over the tops of his knit briefs.
"Man, that's nice," Betty whispered with admiration. She reached up and rolled her tits around on her chest and licked her lips.
"How about letting me see those tits of yours, Betty?" he asked, wishing he could keep his voice from cracking. He stared at the big nipples that showed through the halter fabric.
"Huh?" she said, looking up at him. "They're just tits. We haven't got time to fool around like that."
"I want to see them," he choked, his prick bouncing up and down again with the pounding of his pulse.
She squinted at him. "Hey . . . haven't you ever seen a girl's tits before or something? Christ, I thought you were a man!"
"Yeah," he lied. "Hundreds of them. But they're all different, you know? I want to see yours."
"Shit. All right," she complained, reaching behind her back. She untied the string and let the halter top dangle from her neck like an apron over her swaying, jiggling tits.
She reached forward and pulled his briefs down to his knees and stared at his balls and prick. "Nice," she said, reaching out to cup them.
Jim nearly swooned. The heat from her palm was sensational on his balls. He didn't know how he was possibly going to hold his load until his cock was up her ass.
"Come on, sit on the can and let's get with it. No, wait a minute, I've got to tinkle first."
She lifted her skirt in a swift motion, holding it around her waist. Jim stared at the slick bright red fabric of her panties. He saw the puffy lips of her pussy inside the nylon and the thin gap between them.
She hooked her thumbs into the garment and shoved it down. He nearly fainted with joy when her auburn bush appeared. There was a drumming sound in his ears, and his prick bobbed rampantly.
She sat down on the can and spread her thighs slightly. He stared right between them at her cunt. The first real live cunt he'd ever seen!
God, it looked soft and moist and wonderful! There was a thin line of bright pink meat between the lips. When she spread her thighs a little more, he could see it better, and he nearly spurted his boiling load without anything touching his sensitive, overcharged cock.
Betty let out a small sigh. Then piss hissed from her pussy into the bowl. She glanced up at him and saw his rapt attentiveness. With a devilish gleam in her eye, she lifted the apron from her tits and showed him the firm mounds in all their youthful glory.
"Come here and slip your prick between my tits, Jimmy," she said softly. "I don't think you're a man at all. I'll bet you're going to blow your wad right between my nice soft tits."
There was a note of threat in her voice. Her manner had changed from hurried to teasing, and he had the terrible feeling that she was going to torment the hell out of him until he shot his load, just so she could continue calling him a kid.
Maybe that had been her intention all along. Maybe she'd never had any notion of taking his big cock up her ass.
The thought came to him out of the blue, and then a multitude of other thoughts came with it-snatches of conversation from the guys.
Prick teaser . . . ball breaker . . . cruel bitch . . .
She'd done it to Archie Myers one night, getting him all worked up, playing with his dick and promising to do all sorts of things to him. Then she'd laughed in his face and got out of the car, to get into Bender's and roar away, leaving Archie with aching nuts.
And now that he thought about it, she'd done the same kind of thing to Paul Tully and Roger Adams. It had been a little different with big
Bill Ferguson, the football captain.
He'd gone around bragging about he was going to dick her ass into the ground after Homecoming last year. Only the story that went around was that she'd jacked him off and sucked him off and jacked him off again so that when it came time to fuck, he couldn't get a hard-on any more, and she'd gone away laughing and spreading the story that he needed a splint around his prick and maybe was queer.
Jim remembered all these things about Betty and began to sweat under his armpits. So that's what she was going to do to him! Shit, it had to be! She'd never given him the time of day before, and now all of a sudden in class today . . .
Jimmy . . . Jimmy boy . . . kid . . . little shit . . .
She'd called him all those things. She was still calling him names. God, why hadn't he suspected something was up when she'd said she wanted it up her ass? Girls didn't want any big fat dicks up their asses!
"Come on, Jimmy, fuck it between my tits," she said softly. "Here, look at this silky crack between them. Wouldn't that feel good? Wouldn't you like my soft tits all around your big hard prick, Jimmy?"
He stood before her, staring at her tits, watching the way her hands mashed them together like fleshy pillows for his prick. He looked down at her pussy, spread open even more now, glistening with a honey-like juice inside the puffy lips. He looked at her mouth, the way she was making it soft and round, as if promising to suck his prick, too.
He groaned deep inside. He didn't want to be humiliated by her like those other guys. But he was powerless to step back. When her hand came out and wrapped around his prick and pulled forward, it was as if she had hold of the handle of his existence.
"There, Jimmy, there . . . Oh, doesn't that feel good? Mmmmmm, what a big, strong prick! It feels wonderful between my tits, against my chest. Careful, now, Jimmy, don't come . . . don't . . . "
The sensation was almost unbearable as she laid his trembling prick into the soft, silky groove between her breasts. She pushed the mounds together and rolled them up and down his stalk.
Her knees squeezed in against his legs as he stood up next to the toilet and leaned against her chest. His head began to spin. He put out his arms and braced himself against the wall. He felt her warm breath against his stomach, her hair tickling him softly.
He closed his eyes a moment so that he wouldn't have to look down the bow of her spine to her flaring buttocks and the deep cleft between them.
That didn't help. Closing his eyes made it worse. Hang on, Jim!
He might have made it. But she cheated. She cupped his balls and pulled upward gently, burying them in the softness of her fleshy tits.
Then she dipped her head and opened her soft lips and captured the tip of his prick between them. Her tongue snaked down the underside of his pounding cock and slipped back up lightly. Then she plunged her mouth down over his shaft and sucked hard.
"Betty!" he screamed hoarsely. "God! Oh, God! Yaaaaagh!"
His sperm boiled up through his prick and spewed out the end in gigantic pulses. He was shooting! He'd fucked up again!
He pushed against her and didn't give a damn. Nothing mattered right then. Let her ride his ass and call him a kid if she wanted, this was worth it. Hell, if she hadn't wanted him to come, then why was she still sucking on his prick?
Why was she drinking down his huge load of cum as fast as he hosed it into her mouth?
"Ahhhhhhhgh!" he cried again, pumping and jerking against her, his knees flopping as if they were made of rubber.
When he stopped coming, she took her mouth away and pushed him back from her. His cock throbbed and pounded. It was bright red and glistening with wetness. A drop of cum oozed out the tip and dangled from it.
"I knew you couldn't hold it," she said. "Little shit."
"I could have!" he cried. "I could have held it if you hadn't started sucking me off! Jesus, Betty, what the hell do you expect?"
"I expected you to fuck my ass, little boy."
He glared down at her, not quite knowing whether to be angry or whether to cry. Shit, if he'd had more experience, he could be cool and just grin and zip up and tell her thanks for the blow job.
Instead, he said, "I'll still fuck it, you teasing cunt! Get your fat ass off that pot, and I'll fuck the shit out of it!"
She stared at him. He snapped his head back with a start. Had he said that?
She grinned slowly, her expression changing. "Hey, now. Maybe I've been underestimating you all this time, Jimmy. Maybe I should start calling you Jim now, huh?"
He licked his lips. "Y-Yeah," he said. His voice quavered again, the magic moment gone.
She didn't seem to notice. She got off the can. They shuffled around inside the narrow stall. She pressed up tightly against him, mashing her naked tits against his chest. She pushed her pussy against his hard prick and shook back and forth.
She licked her lips and swallowed. "That was a big load, Jim," she said softly. "A man-sized load. Mmmmm, it was good!"
Then she plastered her mouth against his, her lips sucking and pulling against his. Her tongue shot into his mouth, and he tasted sperm on it.
His prick began to pound again, and his breath caught in his throat as she turned him around and kept kissing him while she sat him on the pot.
The seat was warm from her butt. She stopped kissing him and straightened up, standing right in front of him, her pussy on a level with his eyes.
He stared into the depths of her pussy. She helped him, putting her fingers to her cunt lips and parting the puffy petals to let him see it all.
"Mmmmmm, suck me, Jim," she moaned.
He gasped. She pushed her cunt forward, brushing his face with her pubes. They were damp. A strange, heady odor wafted up from her slit.
She began moving her hips. Her fingertip slid up and down her gap, making wet slurpy sounds.
A little pea-sized thing stuck up from a tent-shaped fold at the top of her cleft. Her fingertip began rolling over it, and she moaned with increasing passion.
"Ohhhhhh, suck my clit, Jim. Take it between your lips and suck it off, and then I'll let you fuck my ass."
A clit . . . a real live clit! So that's what a clit looked like!
He put his face to her twat, wanting to take it slow until he got used to the strange aroma, the silky texture, the slippery feel of it. But she wouldn't let him.
She grabbed the back of his head, tangled her fingers in his blond curls and mashed his face against her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, suck it Jim! Suck my cunt! Eat out my pussy with your tongue! Kiss it, suck it, fuck it with your mouth!"
He didn't have any choice. The wet tissues of her pussy lips spread wide over his mouth. His tongue thrust into the depths of her wet, silky cunt, and juice spurted from her hole and flowed over his tongue, filling the inside of his mouth and his senses with the heady taste and aroma of her passionate pussy.
"Ohhh, that's enough, Jim!" she gasped suddenly. "You're going to make me come. I don't want to come. Not until that big prick's inside my ass-up as far as it will go!"
She turned around, bent forward slightly and braced her feet apart on the floor. She shot the biggest, softest, goddamndest moon he'd ever seen right in his face.
She spread her asscheeks apart with her fingers, and he saw the pulsing rosebud of her anus. It looked very tight. He thought it would be impossible to sink his big dick into that tiny hole.
His cock throbbed as he looked at it all. Just under her asshole, he saw her puffy cunt lips pouting downward, surrounded by auburn fuzz, dripping with her honeyed pussy juice.
She reached between her thighs and took hold of his prick. The heavy shaft was starting to buck again in a very threatening way. He felt the sensations deep in his gut. His balls drew up and readied themselves to pump out another load.
Jim gritted his teeth. He watched that full, sweet ass come backward and down into his lap.
He held her hips with his hands. He couldn't resist cupping her dangling tits, feeling the spiked nipples with his fingers, rolling them.
"Ohhhh, I'm hot," she moaned.
"I'll take care of that," he said with supreme coolness.
But he didn't feel cool. He felt ready to explode. Her soft buttocks slid against his cock, easing the rigid shaft into the deep cleft between her cheeks.
She sat in his lap. His prick was surrounded by soft flesh. It was even more exciting than fucking her tits had been. He could reach around into her lap and play with her pussy, and he did.
"Ohhhh, Jim, that's wonderful!" she gasped, leaning back against him.
He played with the wet softness of her cunt and the fleshy firmness of her tits. He couldn't keep from rocking on the seat so that his prick fucked up and down her deep, firm crack.
"Ohhhh, my ass is on fire, Jim! Stop teasing me! Stick it in! Oh, fuck that big prick up my butt!"
She lifted up slightly. Her buttocks clenched and grabbed at his shaft, pulling it and massaging it strongly, bringing him closer and closer to coming again.
Hell, he had to grit his teeth, he was so close. He didn't dare come again until he was inside her, or she might rip his cock off and flush it down like a limp turd.
She rocked forward onto her feet and reached between her thighs again. Her fingers milked his prick like a big teat. She aimed it and made the head rub up and down her crack and around her anus as she tried to center her tight hole over the tip.
When she got it the way she wanted it, she sat back slowly. Her anus pulsed and sucked at his swollen glans, nearly making him lose his wad again.
"Ohhhhh, it hurts!" she moaned. "Damn, damn! It hurts! It didn't hurt when Mr. Jenkins fucked me there. Why-why!"
She tried pushing again, but the pressure was too much for her. She lifted off and rubbed his cockhead around her asshole again.
"It's dry!" he croaked, groaning with the intense need to ejaculate.
"That's it!" she cried. "He'd been fucking my cunt. His prick was all slippery with pussy juice!"
She tipped Jim's prick forward. Silky, satiny, oiled, heavenly warmth surrounded the head of his cock, and he knew it was right there-right in there-in the mouth of her wonderful, tight, squeezing cunt!
Oh, God! he moaned inwardly.
His blood boiled. His prick throbbed harder than it ever had in his life. Just the knowledge provided half his throbbing heat-the awareness that he was finally fucking a woman's cunt.
Erotic sensations overwhelmed him. He felt the incredible excitement of it all as her pussy plunged down over his rampant prick.
"My God, my God!" he cried softly.
He squeezed his eyes shut. It was the wrong thing to do. He could visualize everything vividly-the spreading of her pussy lips, the redness of the tissues he'd just sucked into his mouth, the sprouting of her clit from the top of her cleft.
He felt every inch of his cock stalk being enveloped by the honeyed warmth of her silky vagina. He felt the way her excited muscles sucked and pulsed around him as she swallowed it.
All the way! All the way in!
His cock was fucking into her very depths!
He pushed up against her ass and shoved his prick to the very tip of her cervix and blew his wad with a throaty yell.
"Aaaaagh! I'm fucking a cunt! I'm coming in a cunt! What a wonderful cunt! I'm not a virgin any more! Yaaaaagh!"
His prick thudded and danced against the soft, silky walls of her pussy. It blew and hosed, flooding her vagina with his cum. It was the most incredible sensation he'd ever experienced !
"You fucking bastard, stop it!" she screamed throatily.
She jumped off his prick and whirled around and stared at him with terrible fury.
He yipped in anguish when the warm, silky haven of her pussy pulled away and left his blasting stalk throbbing in dry, cold air.
It continued to spew pulsing jets of sperm from the tip. Cum dripped from her cunt hole onto the floor between her feet as it drained from her upright body.
His hand shot forward and grabbed his pounding cock and jacked it feverishly, making him come all over his knuckles and onto the floor. He sat on the can and groaned and grunted and got red in the face as he came and came.
"Lousy little shit! Dirty fucking bastard kid!" Betty screamed at him. "Look at your dick! Just look at it now!"
He slumped back against the toilet seat and opened hooded eyes. He glanced down at the stalk in his fist. It was sagging limply over one side of his hand, no longer stiff.
He felt drained for the moment. He knew he could get it back up again in a few minutes, but he also knew she was beyond caring about that.
"Get out of here, you little boy bastard!" she screamed. "Oh, shit. Shit!"
She backed out of the stall, swirling her hand over her pussy, masturbating furiously. She backed against the line of sinks on the other wall of the John. She parted her legs and tipped her head back and whipped her orgasm off with her hand.
"Ohhhhh, you dirty shit!" she groaned. "I wanted it up my ass! I wanted . . . ohhh . . . "
He stared at her, watching her do it to herself. He felt like rushing forward and grabbing her and fucking her again. He jacked his prick, but it was a limp noodle in his fist.
She was making a hell of a racket. He was afraid somebody was going to come in and find out what all the noise was about.
He scrambled to his feet, yanking his pants up quickly, nearly catching his limp dick in the zipper.
"Betty-hey, Betty, I didn't mean to come," he said quietly, trying to soothe her.
"You shit! Get away from me! Goddamn kid!" she cried loudly.
The noise was deafening in the marble-walled room. It frightened him. There was suddenly only one thing to do, and that was to get the hell out of there as fast as he could.
He took one last look at her bare pussy and the way her hand was jiggling over it as she continued masturbating, then he turned and ran.
A sob clutched at his throat as he opened the door and looked quickly into the hallway, but he really didn't care if anyone was in it or not. As he flew out and down the hall, he could still hear her yelling.
He'd blown it. Goddamn, he'd blown it! He was just a fucking kid! No self-control!
Oh, Miss Poston, why didn't you stop me from going with her! he sobbed inwardly, tripping in the hallway, skidding, getting to his feet and flying down the stairs three at a time.