Chapter 4
like him-stretched out like a beanpole, only it was nice and meaty, with a lot of good, solid girth.
I remember thinking at the time that his prick would fit my cunt perfectly. I couldn't wait to get it in there!
"Why didn't you put on your towel as I told you to, Phil?" I said, trying to pretend to be efficient and professional. Secretly, my cunt was dying to feel him fucking his beautiful prick into me.
"I figured I'd only have to take it off anyway, so I decided not to bother," he said, grinning mischievously. "You don't mind, do you? I figured you'd seen enough guys without their clothes, so that it didn't really matter."
If he only knew, I thought. I'd never see enough teenage boys bare-assed, if I lived to be a hundred years old!
Fortunately, I had closed and locked the main door of my outer office to the hallway, while he was taking his clothes off. We were alone, and I was getting hotter by the second just looking at him standing there-ail that hot cock meat staring straight at me.
"OK, come into the inner office," I said, taking him back where I had just done all I
could to make Johnny Larkin's young prick happy. I had changed the bedsheets quickly while Phil was stripping down.
I went through the usual routine things, checking his eyes, his heart, his ears, nose, and everything else, saving that beautiful prick of his for last.
Then I gently took his big, hot balls in my fingers, supposedly checking him for a hernia. "Turn your head to the side and cough," I said. He did.
"Again," I said, not wanting to take my hand from his hot nuts.
His stiff, pulsating prick was nudging against my hand. I felt the hot, pink flesh of his cock shaft, and it sent goose pimples all over my body. My cunt was getting drippy, soaked with cunt juice as my mind raced and my heard pounded, wanting desperately to fuck this horny kid.
But he was staring straight-faced, not saying a thing, just letting me take chances. I was afraid to take a chance, even though I knew I was turning him on.
Why else, for Christ's sake, would he have such a roaring hard-on?
Still, if I made the first move, and he did not
go along with my advances, then went out and spread the word around school . . . well, it would mean my job as well as my reputation in town.
In a small town like this one, I might as well just pack up and leave after that. I wouldn't ever get a job again, and my life would be ruined. So I knew I had to be careful, even though my cunt ached with desire, my tits burned, and my heart was pounding like a bass drum.
I shifted hands, massaging his hot balls a little, rolling them in my hand, as I changed. "All right, now turn your head the other way and cough again," I said. He did, and I kept fingering those beautiful balls, pretending I couldn't get a good reading on whether he had a hernia or not. I kept asking him to cough again.
Then I took both hands and held both balls at the same time. This brought me face to face with Phil, of course, and my uniform was only a couple of inches from his hard, protruding cock.
The next time I told him to cough, as I firmly clutched those sweet nuts of his in my hands, he lurched forward as he did so . . . just a few inches, but enough to press
his hard cock right against my uniform-right in my crotch!
I looked down and saw that not only had he hit me with his cock, he'd left a wet glob of sticky cream right on the fresh white material of my starched uniform. He was so hot that he was drooling a thin trickle of cum, even though he had not shot his load of cum.
"My goodness! You certainly are excitable today, Phil," I said. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you like to have a woman hold your testicles."
"My what?" he asked, his face flushed and hot, his eyes wide. His prick was pounding like crazy by now, and my wrists were right up against it as I held his balls.
I realized he didn't know what testicles were, so I dropped the formality of my office and used the locker room name for it. "I mean your balls, sweetheart," I said, finally tossing caution to the wind.
He seemed relieved. "Ohh, yeah, I sure do like it, Miss Martin," he gasped, his face breaking into a grin. "I've been looking forward to this all week. I don't know what's happened to me the last couple of years, but I think about things like this all the time.
Sometimes at night I wake right up from a dream and I find my bed all wet and sticky. I can't even help it."
"Oh, it's perfectly natural, Phil," I assured him. "You're just growing up. Your cock is becoming a man's cock. And I must say you have a very big, hard, nice cock. I was just thinking how much you'd probably like to shove it into a woman's cunt. Have you ever dreamed about that?"
"Yes! My gosh, yes!" he gushed. "I dream about that a lot. In my dream, I always shove my cock way inside the girl's cunt, and she just has to wiggle a little bit, and then I usually wake up and my bed is wet."
I still held onto his balls, fingering them, fondling them gently, as we talked. By then I knew I was going to fuck him, and I was getting really hot and horny myself. My cunt was swimming in cunt juice, and I could feel his cock getting harder and harder, hotter and hotter.
So I took hold of it firmly, wrapping my fingers around the hard, meaty shaft from underneath. My fingers met on top of that gorgeous hunk of cock, and I stood alongside him then, with an arm around his neck.
I leaned forward a little and began jerking his big, long, hard prick slowly but surely, pressing my fingers lovingly against his firm, bumpy, hot shaft.
"Oooo, my God, Miss Martin," he swooned, stumbling backward a step or two. "Ohh, be careful! I'm going to come! Gee, I can't hold it! I'm going to come in just a sec-"
I didn't wait to let him finish. I realized that he wasn't kidding about being a fast shooter. I didn't want to see that luscious young cum of his wasted.
In a flash, I dropped to my knees in front of him, and slid my mouth over the head of his engorged, burning prick.
I started pumping my face against his straining cock, taking the whole long shaft into my mouth. The tip of his hot cock nudged against the walls of my throat, and I could feel the drooling come trickle down.
Pressing my soft lips against his rigid prick, I sucked lovingly on his gorgeous cock, sliding my mouth up and down, taking his prick in and out, in and out, and in no time at all I felt his body stiffen, and then the cum was blasting into my mouth in a torrent.
"Uuughhh!" he cried. "Ohhh, I'm coming,
I'm coming!" he shouted. "It's just like my dream! I'm coming!"
I almost came myself as I felt his hot cum pouring into my mouth and throat. He shot out what seemed like tons of it. It just poured and poured, spurting in a big jet at first, then just boiling out in a steady, thick stream as he shuddered and trembled with rapture.
He was a very horny young man and, unlike Johnny Larkin, I was sure Phil had never fucked even a young, inexperienced cheerleader. He was going to be a lot of fun to break in as a fuck mate. I was going to have a ball teaching him how to shove his hard young cock in my cunt for my maximum satisfaction.
When he had finished draining his balls of cum, I licked his cock clean and then took him by the hand to the bed. He was shaky and wobbly on his feet despite his youthful, top physical condition. His legs were understandably wobbly from shooting his cum in my mouth-the first time he had unloaded his cum with a woman.
"Just relax, darling," I told him as he stretched out on the bed, his long, thick cock hanging like a half-hard horse cock between his legs. "I'll be right with you. And then I'll
ears and his eyelids and his cheeks.
Then I fastened my eager fingers around his hard cock and squeezed. He froze, stopping his tongue and rolled right over on his back, his cock sticking up in the air like a tower of granite.
My head went to his crotch once more, and I sucked on his sweet prick, making it vibrate and tremble with unbounded lust. His hot passions were being stirred like he'd never felt them before.
My mouth was burning with the heat of his luscious cock, and I massaged his balls as my head bobbed up and down on his hot cock.
But I had learned my lesson about Phil's over-anxious cock when I sucked him the first time. When I felt him begin to stir again, shifting his ass and whining with that low, animallike whine, twisting and turning eagerly, I knew he was close to shooting another load of hot cum.
So this time I suddenly let his hard cock slip from my lips, and I leaped quickly up on top of him. I straddled his loins and took his long, wide, throbbing prick in one hand.
I leaned a little to one side and lifted my right leg just enough to insert his hard
cockhead between my wet cuntlips.
Then I sat down on his stiff prick and felt it slide majestically up along the soaked flesh of my cunt, way up to my fevered loins, way up to that sweet, soft pocket of bliss inside of me. And there he unleashed his lava-like wad of jism, drenching my cunt with a thick, creamy coating of blissful cream.
long, driving, hard cock way inside of my cunt over and over.
Then his efforts suddenly paid off, and I felt my cunt rippling, and the tremors began to take over my whole body.
Starting in my cunt, and then rolling up in hard waves through my loins and into my belly, the tidal wave of passion flowed. The climax reached into my tits and made them burn with erotic pleasure. My shoulders-even my arms!-felt the onrushing tide of my tremendous orgasm.
The sweet, bubbling hot cum streamed down out of my cunt and blanketed Phil's hard cock in a slippery coating. It spread over his loins, down over his balls, and drenched him completely wherever my hot crotch covered him.
I was shameless in my lust. I wanted this hot young cock so much I didn't care what I said or what I did. I screamed and shouted, and my body bucked and heaved with abandon.
"Ram your hot fucking cock into my cunt, you young whoremaster!" I shouted. "Rip my cunt up! Jam my pussy full of your gorgeous prick!"
I was panting, my tits rising and falling
recklessly as I fucked Phil's young cock hard. I ground my cunt around in tight, hard circles, rubbing every part of my pink, soft cuntlips over the rigid surface of his bony prick.
"This . . . this is incredible!" he moaned. "I never dreamed . . . anything . . . this fucking good!"
"I told you I'd fuck you better than anything in your wildest dream, you hot little cock," I told him. "And this is only the beginning, lover. I'm gonna fuck your ears right off before I'm through with you!"
Now that I had found out how good boy-cocks were, I couldn't be stopped. I was a real slut when it came to teenage cocks, and I'd be the first to admit it.
Phil's heavy cum was soaking my cunt, making both of us wet with a syrupy, creamy glob of cum and cuntjuice that drenched his prick and every hidden little pink fold of cunt meat inside. Even my cuntlips-at the erotic, sensitive portal to my pussy-were dripping with his white, drooling jism.
"I don't think I'll be able to walk for a month," Phil moaned. "My cock feels like a tornado hit it!"
"Well, I never heard my cunt referred to as
a tornado before," I laughed., "But sometimes it feels that way when I come. And it sure as hell felt that way when you were fucking me just now. You've got one beautiful prick. It's as big as any hard cock I've ever seen in my entire professional career."
"You must get to feel quite a few cocks in this job, don't ya?" Phil said. "Ever fuck any before me?"
"Of course not," I lied. "But I guess with you I just couldn't help myself. Your prick was so big and so beautiful I just couldn't resist. And I'm sure glad I couldn't, aren't you?"
His prick was getting hard again, I noticed. I couldn't believe what was happening. This is what's so great about teenage cocks, I thought. They don't need any time at all after they come before they're hard as nails again.
"Yeah," he said. "I sure as hell am! And while we're talking about it, would you mind fucking me once more, Miss Martin?"
I couldn't help smiling. It was so cute, I thought, that these boys gave me so much satisfaction. Their cocks were so hard and eager, so much better than older pricks that got tired and drooped. And still they called me
Miss Martin, and almost apologized for wanting to fuck me!
Now, here was Phil, politely asking me if I would fuck him again! If they only knew, I thought. My God, I'd give my right arm to fuck them-day or night! Their stiff young cocks turned my cunt into a churning, bottomless pit of passion! I yearned to feel their frisky, rigid pricks pounding incessantly into my loins, ramming my cunt full of their lustful cock meat!
"Phil," I said. "I will not only fuck you again ... I will lay down and let you ram your cock so far up my cunt that you will think you are in heaven! In fact, I want you to fuck me! Please understand that. Just feel free to come and see me anytime . . . anytime your cock is hard and you want to shoot a load of cum. Fl always have an open cunt ready for you!"
Then I lay down and spread my legs as far apart as I could. My furry cunt was parted and my glistening, dewy cuntlips sparkled and shone for him. He looked down at them and his eyes were sort of glazed, almost in a daze from the fascination of actually facing a real, hot cunt, waiting for him to fuck.
"Come on, honey," I said, "don't be afraid. It won't bite you . . . unless you try to bite it. My cunt is your friend, sweetheart."
Then he snapped out of his stupor and moved in between my legs eagerly. His prick was hard, as usual and I took hold of it, squeezing that hot, knobby shaft with a delightful little tug. It was firm and springy in my hand, and I pulled that sweet cock right into my furry cunt.
He slid his cockhead between my cuntlips and I felt his hot prick ride hard right up my cunt, right to his balls. He shoved smoothly and expertly, and filled my cunt with a hard, demanding pussyful of cock on that first thrust.
This kid is really good! I thought. I don't have much to teach him. I started squirming my cunt around, teasing his hot prick, massaging his shaft with my wet cuntlips.
He moaned softly, closing his eyes and then, leaning on his hands, began to stroke his gorgeous, ramrod of a cock in and out of my upturned pussy.
"You're doing it just perfectly," I murmured. "Just keep fucking me just like that. I love it!"
He was shoving his hard cock straight in and out of my cunt-nothing fancy, no swiveling hips, no squeezing his balls to make his cock throb harder-nothing but straight-ahead fucking.
But he was rubbing that whole, long, beautiful cock shaft against my clit on every stroke. All the way from his cockhead right up to his hair-all the way in and all the way out-his prick gave me a long, drawn-out, absolutely thrilling clit massage!
I thought my cunt would turn inside-out as he dragged his hot cock back and forth, fucking me into a state of hot, anxious sexual oblivion. My belly was turning to jelly. My tits were like two big, rolling mounds of burning flesh.
"Ohh, Jesus, I'm so hot!" I moaned. "You fuck so good! You're doing things to my clit that I've never felt before!"
And I wasn't shitting him, either. I had never felt such wiggly, squirmy, itchy gnawing inside my hot cunt in my life! It felt like my guts would turn over and come spilling out of my cunt. He made me want to devour him, eat his prick and suck his balls, and lick his ever-loving asshole!
"Just a little faster, baby," I coaxed. "Keep fucking me just the way you are . . .just a little faster . . . and a little harder . . . and . . . ohhh, Jesus, that's good! That's sooo goooood!"
I was beginning to climb the walls. My ass rocked back and forth, feeling the steady, hard, thorough pumping of his hard cock. I felt my head spinning, my body responding with every fiber of its being to his good, sweet, rocking kind of fucking.
He was shaking, trembling from head to toe, as he shoved his cock in and out of me, steadily, not too fast, not too slow, just fucking in a rhythmic cadence that was bringing both of us higher and higher, closer to that moment we were both lookng for when we'd shoot our hot cum and soar into a euphoric sense of rapture.
Then he began to pick up speed. He pumped his prick with greater urgency. He kept rubbing his length shaft all along my clit, but he did it with faster, hotter strokes. It was like sparks were being sent out in all directions as his hard cock flesh rubbed against my fiery, hot clit.
"You are one beautiful woman," he moan-
ed, his eyes closed, head tossed back, his loins lunging forward and into my crotch over and over. "My cock feels like it's going to blow up! You got a cunt that makes me feel like I'm a real man. And . . . I'm gonna shoot more cum in it. . . right . . . right . . . NOW! I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!"
I knew he was hot, but the sudden, abrupt explosion within his balls surprised me. I wasn't quite ready for the way his cum spilled out and filled up my cunt so quickly.
I felt his cock billow up and throb with hot, lustful spasms of ecstasy. And I felt his hot jism start squirting way up into my cunt.
But I responded quickly and threw my legs up over his back. I squeezed his hard young body tightly as he sent load after load of hot cum blasting far into my hot cunt.
My calves worked hard, pumping against the small of his back, my thighs wrapped tightly against his ribs as he fucked the hell right out of me.
By this time, feeling his cum squirting out, pumping into my cunt with every throb of his hard cock, he was ramming that prick home into me. He stretched every muscle in his body, groaning and moaning with pleasure, as
he drove himself into my hot crotch.
"Mmmmm," I moaned, savoring the hot bliss of his pussy-drenching orgsm. "Fuck me good, baby! That's it! Fuck me good!"
He called out my name, screaming that he had to fuck me hard, had to drive his prick into me, had to fill my cunt with cum, had to come and come and come!
"I know, baby, I know," I assured him, still rocking him with my tightly wrapped legs. I took his hot cum and relished his moment of bliss. I would have given up all my orgasms to make sure my hot young lover, Phil Perkins, got his rocks off and enjoyed his first piece of ass to the very fullest.
I would have done anything that day for the hottest, hardest young cock-and perhaps the longest-that a horny nurse ever felt in her cunt.
It was a day I'll never forget. First Johnny Larkin. then Phil Perkins-how much hard, teenage cock can a hot, twenty-seven-year-old cunt take in.one day?
As I was to find out soon, I could take a lot more. As long as it was there, I took it and took it and took it. Sometimes I wondered where all the hard cocks were coming
from-and where they had been these long months when I'd needed them so badly!
"Well, my dear boy," I said, "because I have to check you for a hernia. Now, please, just take it off. I won't hurt you. I just have to hold your balls and ask you to cough. It will all be over in a minute."
"Can't you just reach under the towel and do the exam?" he asked.
"Please, Dan, don't make this more difficult than it is for either of us," I said. "I know what a boy's cock looks like. It won't shock me, you can be sure of that."
Then, just on a hunch. I decided to open up the conversation just a bit and see if he took the bait. "And don't be bashful in case you have a hard-on. That happens quite frequently with me. Boys tend to get excited sexually when I handle their balls. It's all a part of growing up."
I could hear his breathing growing heavier. He was just standing there, sort of transfixed, not moving a muscle. I decided to drop his towel for him. I reached over and untied the little knot at his side. The towel fell away, and my hunch was right-nine hard inches of a correct guess!
His hot prick stood out there in front of him like a wagon tongue! It was really hard-I
mean REALLY hard-and I watched it make little, exciting hops up and down every time the blood throbbed in that luscious cock of his.
His long, pounding prick was so full of his hot blood, swollen and ready for fucking, that it had turned a bright pink. His cockhead was skinned back, revealing a shiny, purplish, beautifully contoured mouthful of lustful, hot prick meat.
I had all I could do not to lunge at him and swallow his beautiful prick in one ravenous gulp. But I didn't. I kept my head and made sure I didn't scare him off.
"There, now, that's better, Dan," I said soothingly. "Are you comfortable? You don't really mind showing me your cock, do you?"
"I'm shivering," he said. "My prick is cold. I don't like my prick to be cold."
It was warm in the room, but he was so shocked that the blood was rushing to his temples and-even though there was plenty left in his cock, and it was throbbing with the heat of passion-he couldn't feel it. I had seen the symptoms before, and I knew what to do.
"Poor baby,'" I said, going to him. "I know what your problem is. You have a bad
case of cockitis frigitis. I can cure that in no time at all!"
I was standing right in front of him, and I reached down and wrapped my soft, warm fingers slowly around his erect prick. He stood there like a statue, closing his eyes, his mouth hanging open. He was almost panting, he was so fucking excited!
Then I began to slowly slide my hand back and forth on his hard cock. I wasn't even going to worry about the rest of the exam. I knew this kid was in excellent condition. All I had to do now was get him calmed down enough to shove that sweet cock of his into my eager, wet cunt.
"Isn't that better, Danny?" I asked softly. "Isn't your cock warming up now?"
It was throbbing, pulsing with the hard, quick throbs of a young stud in heat. I knew he was so worked up that I might just get a handful of cum if I wasn't careful. And I wanted to feel cum in my cunt, not my hand.
"Yes," he murmured. "It's getting really hot. What am I going to do, Miss Martin? We shouldn't be doing this."
"Don't you worry, Danny darling," I reassured him. "You have nothing to worry
about. The door is locked. This is my office. No one will ever know that you fucked the school nurse . . . that you filled her cunt with your hard, throbbing cock . . . that you shot your cum deep inside her hot, aching body."
I deliberately kept my voice soft, warm, low, full of sexiness. And it worked. He began to shake and tremble. When he opened his eyes, he was an instant tiger.
He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his hot lips against mine. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth and massaged me with it. His hard cock was pounding against my leg, smearing my uniform with his drooling juices.
"Take your uniform off, Miss Martin," he said hoarsely, eagerly. His eyes were on my V-neck, looking down at my big, over-ripe tits.
I fumbled with the buttons, hurrying to comply with his demand. When I had it undone, pulled it off, he covered my bare tits with his hands, and then his mouth, before I could even get to my bikinis.
He forced me over onto the bed and began licking his hot, frenzied tongue all over my soft, gentle curves. He sucked on my hard nipples, and I could feel exquisite sensations of
pleasure all over my tits. The excitement was so great I could almost feel him shoving his prick into my cunt long before he did it.
My mind was playing tricks on me, but it was in such a state that I couldn't help it. All I could think about was Danny's big, long, hard cock, and how much I needed it in my hot cunt.
His head went lower and lower, licking over the quivering flesh of my tummy, and along my sides. Up and down he went, flicking his tongue, then slobbering over my body with wide, wet swipes. He was like an animal, fever-red, hot, groaning softly, his face and his tongue everywhere.
He went down to my legs and licked their whole lengths, starting at my hip and licking all the way down to my toes. He took each toe-one at a time-and sucked on them just like I would suck on a cock.
Then he went over to the other foot and did the same thing. Strangely, I felt weak all over. I'd never had this done to me before, and it made my cunt wet and full of tingling, squiggly feelings that made me squirm and made my tits hot.
"Ohhh, Danny!" I moaned. "I need you. I
need your hard cock!"
But he wasn't ready for fucking, yet. He kept on licking and sucking and turning my flesh to hot, quivering helplessness.
He began licking up my other leg, along the calf, then behind my knee, his head twisting and turning. Then up over my thigh, down inside my thigh and right down into my crotch! Closer and closer he got to my hot, hairy wet pussy!
"Danny, Danny," I moaned. "Ohhh, take my cunt, sweetheart! Lick my cunt!"
I could feel his tongue drawing closer, creeping up to my wet, jangled cunt, and I was jumpy as hell. I was getting wetter and wetter, my whole pussy bathed in hot cuntjuice.
If he didn't relieve my hot, aching cunt, lick my fevered clit and get me off soon, I'd go out of my head. I needed to feel that delicious sensation of having my cunt erupt into a hard, throbbing orgasm. I wanted more of my cum to shoot out and drown his face in sweet, hot creamy goodness.
Even though I'd already fucked two hot young teenage cocks that day, I still needed more. And what I needed right that minute was Danny Alvarez's hot tongue, and hot
cock!
His wet, lapping tongue moved right into my pussy hair then, slobbering over it in frenzied, hot licks. His mouth was drooling and he was going at my cunt with a vengeance.
His hands went under my ass and lifted it up. He buried his face in my soft muff of a pussy and licked and gobbled my hot, wet hair.
By then I was in a state of delirium. I could not think. My cunt was soaring. My brain was focused only on Danny's tongue. I felt waves of streaking, agonizing pleasure shooting up through my body from my hot clit.
Then he parted my pussy hair and took one big, healthy swipe with his tongue right up through the pink mouth of my cunt opening. His warm, lathery tongue lapped my cuntlips from bottom to top, and then he took my whole trembling clit right between his lips and tugged on it.
He twirled my clit in his mouth and licked it with his tongue and drove me into hysteria with his incredible tormenting teasing.
I knew it was going to be another fantastic fuck session with my third teen cock of the day!