Chapter 5
It was one of the biggest houses in the neighborhood, and every square inch of it, from downstairs den to third floor bedroom, was packed with happy, drunken, screaming teenagers. Lucy sighed resignedly and did her best to chaperone. How had she ever let herself be talked into this? She should have known what a big thing a football victory party would be in the suburbs.
The party had started at ten p.m., and now, at nearly one in the morning, the festivities showed no signs of abating. Lucy had to pity the gullible parent who'd allowed his home to be used for such a purpose.
Fighting, laughing, cursing teenagers filled the living room, stubbing their cigarettes out on the carpet and spilling their drinks on the sofa. The smell of tobacco and alcohol was incredibly bad, and the rock music was so loud she could hardly hear herself think.
For this the PTA had allotted a grand total of three chaperones. Lucy watched a football player pinch a shrieking cheerleader's ass and she shook her head in dismay. In three hours she hadn't stopped anyone from doing anything, and she wasn't about to start trying now.
The only thing that kept her going was the promise that Phil would meet her when the party finally ended. Lucy thought fondly of her secret teenage boyfriend, and a pleasant heat flowed through her pussy as she imagined his thick, throbbing cock shooting a stream of jism down her throat.
She'd been spreading her legs for him as often as she could for the past week. Lucy knew it was wrong for a thirty-six year old woman to fuck a teenage boy, and she never escaped the fear of what would happen to her if she was caught.
Still, the past seven days had been amongst the best in her life. A year had passed since her husband's death. Lucy had almost forgotten what a wonderful thing a stiff young dick was, and how good a prick felt boring deep inside her cunt. Even if Phil was taken away from her, she knew she would never go without the pleasures of fucking for such a long period again.
And as she thought of him, Lucy decided that she wanted to see him right now. It wouldn't hurt if they were seen together for a little while at the party. Anyone watching would assume it was an innocent conversation between teacher and pupil. Even if she couldn't fuck him while everyone was watching, she could at least tell him where to meet her later on.
Lucy spotted one of Phil's fellow English students and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me? Have you seen Phil anywhere around? He sits in front of you in class."
"Oh, that asshole," the boy said gruffly. "What'd you want to talk to him about?"
"Oh, just a homework assignment," Lucy replied lightly, "Nothing important."
"Well, I saw him upstairs a minute ago," the boy replied, shrugging and walking away. "I think he was with Sally."
Sally? Lucy frowned and turned immediately to the stairs, taking them two at a time. It was generally true that teachers were the last to be privy to high-school gossip, but even Lucy had heard of her. Sally was a young blonde with a slender figure and a perpetual case of hot pants. Supposedly, she was the most flagrant slut in the high school.
A crowd of teenagers filled the second floor hallway, quaffing bourbon straight from the bottle and insulting each other merrily. When Lucy asked if any of them had seen Phil, half of the crowd broke into hysterical laughter.
"You can try the second door on the right," one of them shouted. "If you really want to find him so bad. But don't knock too loud. You might disturb something!"
The second door on the right, located in a separate, quieter part of the hallway, was already partially ajar. Lucy didn't have to knock at all. She pressed against the wall and peered into the room, curious to see how Phil behaved when she wasn't around. Then her eyes bulged in shock, and she had to hold herself tightly so she wouldn't faint.
Phil and Sally lay on the bed. Both of them were naked. Lucy saw that Sally really did have a nice body, shapely and lean. And she would have recognized Phil's muscular legs even if she couldn't have seen his face.
Phil lay on his back and stared happily at the ceiling. His huge dick rose straight out of his cock-hairs with the stiffness of an arrow, visibly pulsing with its load of cum and blood.
Sally crouched on the mattress next to Phil's hips. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were stuffed obscenely with the thickness of his enormous prick. She was giving him a blow job, Lucy realized. She watched Sally's cheeks pucker as the young girl sucked off his dick as hard as she could.
Lucy felt weak in the knees. For a moment, she wanted to turn from the door and run downstairs as fast as she could. Then she felt the familiar heat of arousal spreading through her cunt, and she knew she couldn't leave, at least not until she saw Phil shoot his wad.
She knew it was dangerous to stay. She knew that she'd be the laughing stock of the high school if the word was spread that she'd watched one of her students getting a blow-job.
But she couldn't help it. Lucy glanced nervously over her shoulder and pressed as close to the door as she dared. Then she rubbed her burning cunt as she peeped into the bedroom, watching as Sally's mouth engulfed her teenage boyfriend's dick.
"Suck it, you little whore," Phil whispered savagely. He grabbed the back of Sally's head and forced more of his throbbing hard-on into her mouth. "I want my cock to fill your throat. You know you love it. Suck my prick hard!"
Sally made no effort to reply. Instead, she only gurgled wetly and opened her mouth wider, sucking his delicious cock harder than before. As she worked on his cock, her fingers pumped rhythmically in and out of her blonde-haired cunt. Sally loved to finger-fuck her pussy when she sucked a guy off.
She looked utterly immersed in the blow job, as if she lived for nothing more than giving head. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her deceptively innocent face was flushed from chin to brow with the wanton energy of sucking. Sally's plump cheeks pumped steadily in and out, increasing the pressure around Phil's swollen cock.
"Oh, Christ," Phil gasped. He shuddered as his massive hard-on pulsed warmly between her pursed lips. The jism oozed freely from his purple-skinned cock-head, mixing with the saliva in Sally's throat. "S-s-suck on it! Oh, fuck, that is so good! Oh, Jesus, Sally, you give fantastic head!"
"Ummmlllppp," Sally burbled. She ran her fingers up Phil's hairy thighs and cupped the wrinkled sac of his balls. Then she held his stiffened shaft in her fist and feverishly began to beat off his meat, tugging and milking his prick into her throat.
"Ahhhhh!" Phil sighed. Grimacing obscenely, captivated by his lust, he pulled Sally's hair and humped his ass off the bed. "Suck it! You fucking whore! Suck off my dick! Oh, shit, I think I'm about to blow my wad any fucking second!"
Sally wanted to drink Phil's cum very badly. She wrapped both hands around his throbbing cock-shaft and furiously jerked him off. Her lips closed in a wet circle under his knob. She sucked his dick-head as hard as she could, darting her tongue into his cum-slit.
"Ahhhhhh," Phil sighed.
A torrent of jism spurted from the tip of his dick, shooting down Sally's throat. The initial geyser was followed by squirt after long, thick spurt of cum.
Sally whimpered with pleasure as she tasted his salty cream. As he came, she continued to beat and suck him off, working her throat muscles to gulp down every precious drop.
But there was more of his cum than she could swallow. Phil watched as her cheeks puffed out with the size of his load. Then his jism dripped out of her lips, running obscenely down her chin.
"Oh, Sally, that was so fucking good." Phil took his cock out of her mouth and collapsed on the bed, panting happily with exhaustion. "I never met a chick who could give head like you. You suck dick like a damn professional!"
"I want to fuck you now," Sally said hotly.
"Huh?" Phil glanced at his wilting prick, then looked nervously at the door. "But Jesus, Sally, we've already been in here too long. Somebody might catch us if we ... "
"I don't give a shit," Sally replied. She climbed on top of him and dug her knees into the bed to either side of his hips. "You just better keep this stiff for me, handsome. Or I'm never going to give you another blow-job again!"
Phil's cock was still almost completely hard. Sally reached between her spread thighs and held his long, rubbery tool. She groaned as she rubbed the spongy knob all over the curly-haired slit of her pussy.
Then she centered his dick-head in her cunt and bucked her ass down hard, shuddering as the inches of his prick disappeared into the buttery sheath of her hot, dripping cunt.
"Ahhh," Phil gasped. Almost immediately, he felt the stiffness returning to his cock as Sally's pussy-muscles sucked around his shaft. "Jesus, you really are a horny bitch, aren't you? I'll bet you wish you could fuck twenty-four hours a day!"
"You said it, handsome!"
Sally paused with half his dick inside her, whispering as her cunt-tunnel stretched to accommodate his rock-hard shaft. Then she again began to buck and wiggle her ass, letting the rest of his prick bore deep inside her cunt.
She leaned over him, holding his muscular shoulders for support. Her small, firm tits jiggled over his chest. Sally grunted as she began to fuck him, humping her round little ass up and down in the instinctive movements of sex.
Now Phil's cock was so stiff he could hardly stand it. Sally's cunt was tight and wet enough to get a hard-on out of any man. Already he could feel the jism welling up in his balls - it wouldn't be long before she made him spurt his second load.
Sighing, Phil wrapped his hands around the wildly jiggling cheeks of Sally's ass. Then he began to pound his hips off the bed, watching delightedly as the blue-veined shaft of his prick speared rhythmically in and out of her cunt.
The pink, hair-fringed lips seemed to suck around his cock, as if her pussy had a mind of its own and was intent on milking the cream out of his dick. Phil held her ass and bucked harder, pounding his aching hard-on as fast as he could into the clasping tunnel of her gurgling cunt.
"Fuck, unh, fuck, unh, meeeee!" Sally cried. She clawed his shoulders and wantonly shook her long, blonde hair. "In my cunt, you bastard! Harder! I need your big dick inside me so much!"
Her pussy was so wet that her steaming fuck-juices oozed out of her slit around his pistoning prick, running obscenely down her creamy white thighs. Phil could only moan as her cunt sucked his dick. He could actually hear her pussy-muscles working, making slick, squishing sounds as her tight pink sheath engulfed his cock.
His cock-head was bloated and tingling, and the knob kept leaking cum. Savagely, Phil grasped her small, bouncing tits and lifted his ass off the bed, burying his warmly throbbing meat in her fuck-hole as far as it would go.
"I'm coming!" Sally shrieked. She bit her lip and fucked him so hard that her pussy appeared as a blur as it raced up and down his swollen dick. "I can feel it now! Oh, God, it's coming, any second! Fuck me, Phil!"
The delicious, searing spasms overwhelmed Sally completely. She whimpered and rocked feverishly on Phil's rock-hard cock, panting for air as her pussy contracted around the sensitive flesh of his prick-shaft. Phil would have come too if he hadn't glanced at the door.
It was open now. Lucy was standing in front of it, staring at Phil's dick embedded deep inside Sally's pussy. Phil groaned miserably as he realized how upset his English teacher appeared. Lucy's face was chalk-white, and she leaned against the door as if she felt too weak to stand on her own two feet.
But she looked horny, too, as she nearly always did. Something in the back of Phil's mind told him that the Victory Party might turn out better than he'd ever expected.