Chapter 7
When Irene reached home, she quickly ran to her bedroom and prepared herself for a bath. Her body was covered with juices of her own and three males, and the smell was almost unbearable.
As she washed the perspiration from her body she thought about Carl and Jimmy. The difference between Carl and Jimmy was immense.
The cock of the younger boy was nothing, she thought, compared to his brother's organ. At the age of fifteen, the boy still had a few years to develop in size, while Carl was almost completely developed and could give Mr. Allen a fight for cock size.
Suddenly, as she stuck a finger into her cunt, trying to clean it out, she realized that she was no longer attracted to the younger boy. Her attention was now turned to his older brother, and especially, Mr. Allen. The young girl decided to simply forget about Jimmy and turn all her attention to Carl. She realized it would be much easier to be satisfied by Carl than by Mr. Allen. It would be impossible for her to see the teacher as often as she liked and people would start getting ideas if she saw him even a few times a month. Carl, on the other hand, was not too much older than she, and if they went out together no one would really think too much about it. Therefore, she concluded, it would have to be Carl who would satisfy her whenever it was necessary.
As she walked from the shower she was confronted by her brother, Micheal.
"Can I watch?" he begged, following his sister from the bathroom to her bedroom door.
"Get the hell out of my life," she demanded angrily. "Why can't you go out and get yourself a girl or something and leave me alone?"
"Because I love your body," he declared, feigning passion.
"Well, that's too damn bad. Get the hell out of here," she said, pushing him away from her door as he tried to enter after her.
Irene laughed as she slammed the door in his face. His constant attention was gratifying and it made her feel like a real woman whenever he tried to get her. But the fact remained that he was still her brother, and it would be Impossible for her to consider having sex with him. Maybe, she thought, when a few years passed, sex with the boy might just possibly happen, but until then, he would just have to go out and get It for himself.
That week-end she avoided everyone. For most of the two days, she sat in her room thinking at her desk, drawing weird symbols as she thought about sex and her involvement with It.
She recalled that Mr. Allen had promised to see her on Monday, with a bag. Thinking about the adult cock inside her, excited her to the point that she would have to masturbate herself every few hours. By Sunday night she was exhausted from the constant orgasms: she counted seventeen in the two days alone, with quite a few more on the previous Friday. Irene was beginning to think and live for sex and sex only.
The next day, as she sat in her class, she squirmed In her seat, trying to relieve the Itching sensation she felt in her groin caused by the expectation of being fucked by Mr. Allen.
At exactly 3:05 she went down to the first floor and knocked on the Teacher's Room. She asked for Mr. Allen, and was told by the teacher he would be out in a few moments.
Mr. Allen smiled when he saw her standing in the door way, and told her to go to the conference room, stating he would be with her in a few moments. Irene did as she instructed and went into the small room, seating herself on the long conference table, where she was first devirginized only three days before.
Irene was tempted to take off all her clothes and be laying on the table with her legs spread wide, and she decided it would be unsafe if another teacher decided to enter the room.
A few minutes later Mr. Allen came into the room with a folder of papers under his arm.
"What's all the papers for?" Irene asked. "I took out your file. I needed a reason to be coming here to see you, so I told the other teachers you were having some school problems."
The young girl agreed that it was a good idea. She climbed from the table and went right to Mr. Allen. He put the folder onto the table and picked up the young girl, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her passionately on the lips and face, letting his saliva pour onto her soft young skin.
Irene, meanwhile, was groping around his pants trying to find the area of his groin. With one arm wrapped around his neck, the other was grabbing the cloth of the crotch clutching at the soft cock within.
Finally, she had a firm hold on the organ, and began to quickly manipulate it to erection. When the organ was fully erect, Mr. Allen breathed harder. He let the little girl down and grabbed at her breasts. Irene didn't like him handling her two small mounds, but she put up with it to satisfy the teacher.
"Fuck me," she demanded in a whisper.
Mr. Allen stepped back from the girl and quickly pulled down his pants, Irene, excited at the sight of the stiff cock pressing against the thin cloth of his shorts, moved towards him and shoved her fingers into the elastic band. Pulling down the shorts with one quick movement, the still prick sprang out and slapped against her belly. Irene quickly took the organ between her fingers and manipulated it, causing it to throb.
"Suck It," he gurgled, tilting his head back and thrusting his hips forward. The big cock felt like a bat In her hand, much larger than either of the boys' cocks. Without thinking, she knelt on the soft carpeted floor and stared at the big cock. The head, with the skin pulled back, shone with its tautness. A tiny droplet of moisture hung from the eye of the cock, enticing her to put it into her mouth and taste it.
"Come on, Irene, suck it," he whispered.
Taking the organ into one hand, she directed her head to the club. Opening her mouth, she looked up and glanced into Mr. Allen's eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and shiny with excitement. "Go ahead," he murmured.
Opening her mouth to its limit, she put the organ to her lips and let her hot, moist tongue lick up the droplet of moisture.
Mr. Allen thrust his hips forward, shoving the cock deep into her mouth. Irene found it to be much larger than either Jimmy's or Carls, and she also found that she enjoyed it more.
Pulling the cock halfway from her mouth, she let the head and an inch of the stem sit in her mouth as she licked at it with her tongue. She rolled the organ in her mouth, letting the head rub against her inner cheeks.
It didn't take Mr. Allen very long to realize that he was ready to shoot. At first he thought it would be a bad idea to shoot in her mouth, but with each throb, forcing the cock to grow to its limit, Irene only sucked harder. She knew he was ready to shoot, and wanted to take it all in.
"Oh....shit!....Ummm ... suck! ... suck!!" Mr. Allen muttered, as he held her head in place, preventing her from pulling away even if she wanted to.
When the cock throbbed for the last time without decreasing in size, Irene knew he was ready, so she forced the full length of the cock into her mouth. The head was pressing against the back of her throat, and with sudden bursts of energy, the cock released its load of thick, smoky scum into her mouth. It shot into the back of her throat, and she gulped it down as quickly as it shot.
Mr. Allen almost collapsed from the sudden output of energy, but lie maintained his position as Irene sucked on the cock, trying to force every last drop of scum down her throat.
Satisfied there was nothing remaining in the cock, she let it slip from her mouth. Already it was beginning to soften, and Mr. Allen was preparing himself to give Irene a chance, but Irene wasn't finished quite yet.
Turning herself around, she knelt on his pants as they sat on the floor. Tilting her head up she was now directly beneath his balls.
The two large eggs, were contained in a big sac, covered with hair. The blond hair on the sac excited her and she quickly darted at it with her tongue.
Mr. Allen opened his legs, almost straddling her face. Irene let one ball plop into her mouth as her hand played with the perianal area. For many minutes she knelt there going from ball to ball, occasionally attempting to let both into her mouth, but finding it impossible to do because of their size.
Alter she was satisfied with the balls, she moved back and licked at the area between his balls and his ass. She licked hard, getting hair into her mouth, and almost licking at the hole itself.
"Do the hole," Mr. Allen muttered. His cock had grown again and was waiting to be released once more.
Irene did as he instructed, letting her tongue lap at the tiny asshole. Mr. Allen was writhing with pleasure as the hot tongue teased the hole, making his cock throb with each lick.
Alter a few minutes of allowing her tongue to play with his ass, Mr. Allen became so excited, he pulled the girl out from between his legs and lifted her onto the table. Pulling down her pants with rough movements, he mouthed the cunt for a few moments, licking away her moisture, which had come from her repeated orgasms.
He climbed onto the table and with one quick shove forced the cock deeply into her, hitting the tender uterus with the head of his cock.
It took them only a few moments before they both climaxed. Mr. Allen was almost exhausted from the double orgasm, but found himself still capable of going on. Pulling the cock from her cunt he sat on the chair and instructed her to suck on it once more.
Without thinking that the stiff prick was covered with scum and her own juices, Irene knelt on the floor and let the prick enter her mouth. The final orgasm came after a long while-the cock was nearly deplete, and Mr. Allen was going crazy from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Breathing quite heavily, he slouched back into the chair, as the perspiration dripped down his face.
Irene was just as exhausted. During the twenty minutes It took to make the teacher shoot three times, she had orgasm after orgasm.
As the teacher lay on the chair and Irene lay on the floor, the breathing returned to normal after a few minutes.
Irene glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was twenty to four. She told the teacher she was going home, but promised to see him soon.
Mr. Allen dressed himself and just sat at the table as Irene walked out. He didn't even glance at her, trying to avoid her eyes. The young teacher was still having minor fits of passion, but was capable of controlling himself. It was the strangest experience he had ever had in his life, but it was still the most enjoyable.
After that Monday, Mr. Allen and Irene would meet whenever possible in the conference room. He wanted to take the girl with him to his apartment, but he knew it wouldn't be possible. She could never give a good reason in case anyone saw her going into his place, so he was forced to stay satisfied with the conference room.
Irene, for more than a month, wanted to be fucked by Mr. Allen only, and it was only his cock she wanted to suck. She avoided Jimmy completely, having no intention of ever doing anything with him. Carl, Jimmy's brother, however, was still on her list, and as soon as she felt Mr. Allen had satisfied her sexual instincts.
During that month, Jimmy couldn't understand what had happened to his girl. For only one week lie was getting almost everything from her, then suddenly: nothing.
Whenever he approached her in school, she would state she was busy, and walk away. Whenever he saw her on the street he would walk towards her, and then she would cross over to the other side.
Irene didn't hate the boy, but she didn't want to be constantly pestered by him and his demands. She knew what she wanted, but he couldn't satisfy her like Mr. Allen or Carl could.
Finally, after three weeks of constant frustration, Jimmy decided to go to her house. For four days he went to the house and asked for Irene, and each time she wasn't home. Micheal, Irene's brother, always sent him away empty handed.
On the fifth day, curious about Jimmy's constant attention to Irene, Micheal invited Jimmy into the house.
"Why don't you go sit in the living room?" Micheal invited.
Jimmy accepted and went in. Micheal walked in after him and sat down. He lit a cigarette, even though he wasn't permitted to smoke, but his parents weren't home, so it was safe.
"Why do you want to always see my sister?" Micheal asked.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I'm curious, that's all."
"I wanted to ask her out, but it seems as if she never wants to see me all of a sudden."
"Didn't you walk her home a few weeks ago? I remember seeing you bring her to the door," Micheal remarked.
"Yeah, I walked her home a couple of times, that's all. Then she didn't want to see me or something because every time I see her in school and ask her to come ... to go out she tells me she's busy."
"You wouldn't happen to know why my sister is always coming home late from school would you?"
Jimmy didn't have any idea why, and suggested that she might be going over to a girlfriend's house.
"....or a boy's house," Micheal added sarcastically.
"Well, it hasn't been me. That I know. I haven't seen her in weeks."
"Have ... uh ... have you ever done anything with my sister?"
"Whaddaya mean?" Jimmy asked, realizing his face was turning red with embarrassment.
"I mean like any of the things a guy might do with a girl. Like grabbing her tits or finger-fucking her, and other things like that."
Feigning shock, Jimmy shook his head, hoping he was convincing him.
It didn't work, however. "I don't believe you," Micheal laughed. "You've got a look on your face as if you're trying to hide something."
"You're full o' shit," Jimmy declared. "I've never touched your sister."
"Come on, man. You can't bullshit me. I know that you've done something to her. I mean if you tell me, I'm not gonna tell anyone else about it."
Jimmy didn't trust the boy and refused to divulge any information.
"If you tell me what you've been doin' with my sister, I'll tell you what I've been doin' with her."