Chapter 5
The weird session with young Price had a soothing effect on Tricia's nerves. She expected to feel awful afterward, full of guilt over letting a student fuck her. She expected to fret over the risk she had taken, letting him fuck her in the classroom, on her desk. But she didn't feel any of these things. All she felt was relief, that she'd gotten fucked, that her tension was gone, at least for the time being. She was almost happy the next few days.
Her teaching went well, and even the obnoxious young Price began to pay attention in class. There was an occasional snicker from the back of the room, and she had a suspicion that Price was telling his male friends about her. But she didn't let it bother her. They could at some point make life difficult for her, but as yet they were on their best behavior.
She was even warm and civil to Al Banks, who had dropped by her classroom several times and asked her out twice. She had turned him down, but he was pleasant and friendly about it. She let him know that she wasn't in the mood to see him right now, but maybe some time in the future she would feel differently. He seemed disappointed, but didn't press her.
One invitation she did accept, though, and that was from Clay Rogers, the other rookie teacher. He lived in an expensive apartment complex that had a swimming pool and sauna, and she jumped at the chance to relax there one afternoon after school. She had nothing in common with Clay, and had a hard time making conversation with him, but she wanted to develop as many friendships as she could. She felt she needed it.
And so they sat by the deserted pool in the warm September sunshine, chatting aimlessly and sipping beers Clay had brought in a small cooler. After a while, they were joined by a young fellow who lived a few apartments down from Clay. His name was Jason something and he was very talkative. Tricia laughed at his jokes and found herself having fun.
She was wearing a bikini that she'd bought the previous summer but never had the guts to try out in public. It consisted of four tiny triangles of cloth and some strings and did very little to cover any part of her. She had worn it today because she figured there wouldn't be many people about. And besides, she was growing much more comfortable with her body.
The crotch was okay. She'd shaved off an upper sliver of pubic hair, and the tiny blue triangle covered her easily. But the triangle at her ass kept creeping up between her asscheeks, leaving them more than two-thirds exposed. Her gorgeous trim little ass flexed in the sun as if she'd been nude. Each time she moved to and from the pool she could feel the two men ogling her.
Her tits were another matter. They were so large and full that even a regular bikini couldn't have cradled them completely. This particular harness covered the lower part of her tits to some degree and just came high enough to conceal the upper part of the rings around her nipples. But the top couldn't control her tits in any way, and they, too, flexed and rolled as if she'd been naked.
And once she'd been in the water, all this didn't matter anyway. Then the flimsy material clung to her so tightly it was like a second skin. Her nipples dented the fabric like bullets and even the outline of her pussy slit was visible. She smiled as she watched the men try to control themselves and not be caught staring at her private parts.
She began to enjoy the attention. For the first time in her life, she was growing proud of her body, of its leaness and fullness. Most girls would kill for an ass and a set of tits like hers, she knew. And on top of it all she had a pretty, very young face and thick blonde hair. What did she have to be ashamed of?
She swam and splashed about in the water with the two nice men. And each time one of them stood by the pool before diving, she checked out what each had in his bathing suit. Why not? she thought. If men could do it, so could she. They had her tits and ass to stare at. She had their cocks and balls.
Both men seemed well-hung, she was happy to notice. Or was it just the effect she was having on them, prancing about in her almost non-existent bikini? Clay's cock tilted to the left and down toward his thigh. It looked about fve inches long. Jason's cock seemed much longer, looming upward so far that his fat prickhead appeared about to nudge its way past his waistband.
Tricia blushed. Her mouth was watering. What was happening to her lately? She couldn't seem to keep her mind off sex for more than a day or two. Her mouth watered and her pussy began to leak each time she saw a good-looking man in the street. Was she abnormal? Or was she just coming to life after all the empty teenaged years?
"How about a sauna?" Clay suggested, looping an arm around her shoulder as though She were his favorite sister.
They were standing in a shallower part of the pool, the water around their waists. It was the first time Clay had touched her, and she let herself move back against him, her ass brushing his hip. She moved farther, her back to him, and she felt the solid pole of his cock scrape along her asscheek. He shifted his hands to her shoulders and she felt his cock slot into the crack of her ass.
Jason hadn't missed any of this. He swam up quickly, determined not to miss out. He stood close to Tricia, in front of her, and stared down into her eyes. She placed a hand on his hip, then tugged him to her. The thick shaft of his cock squished against her belly. It was hardening steadily.
The two men sandwiched her there in the pool, crushing their bodies to her. Their two cocks rubbed against her skin. Clay had even begun gently humping her through her bikini, forcing his cock up and down in the crack of her ass. Her tits were crushed to Jason's chest, her nipples scratching him.
"You both feel so hard, so strong," she murmured, rubbing herself against the two men. She felt the excitement rise in her. The idea of making it with two men suddenly seemed irresistible. "I want you both. I want you both at the same time. I want to suck you both off."
The men glanced at each other and said nothing. They let her do as she wished, let her set the pace. Both their cocks were growing steadily in their trunks. Beneath the water, their hands felt and stroked her. They both stared about them briefly to make sure no one was watching them.
"I want to suck you both off," she repeated. "I want both your cocks in my mouth. Will you let me? Will you let me suck your cocks?"
The men still didn't answer. They began to back off, in preparation for hauling her off someplace out of sight. But she was turning slowly in the water, placing the flats of her hands on both their bellies. Then her fingers were snaking down, slipping under the waistbands of their bathing suits. She found both cocks, then began stroking up and down on them eagerly.
"How about that sauna?" Clay suggested, his voice sounding strained and foolish. He glanced about anxiously, worried that someone might show up to swim.
He wanted to move off, but Tricia's fingers were locked tightly around his prick and she didn't seem about to let go. He thought he saw Jason's hand slip down into her bikini bottom, and he followed suit, forcing his hand down the crack of her ass. Once inside the tiny triangle of material, his fingers sought out the tight ring of her asshole.
"I want you both to fuck me," she was muttering, her fingers still playing with their cocks. "I want you to fuck me every which way."
Fine, Clay thought, but do you want us to do it here? His fingertip found her asshole and shoved inside quickly. He rammed his finger deep, past the second knuckle. Through her ass wall he could feel Jason's finger probing about up her pussy. She was squirming on top of both their fingers, her bikini bottom stretched out of shape.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," she chanted. Her knees buckled and her thighs spread over their mauling hands.
"Let's do it," Jason grunted suddenly, and he seemed to take charge. He pulled his finger from her pussy, gripped her by the wrist, and forced her to let go of his cock, which was stuck up high now way over the waistband of his bathing suit. He began to haul her to the side of the pool.
Clay was forced to pull his finger from her ass. He followed in Tricia's wake as she was dragged to the pool's edge. Then he watched her ass flex as she was drawn dripping from the water and marched across the concrete to cosy sauna shack. Her bikini bottom was tugged to one side, he noticed, and most of her ass was on display for him.
The sauna was a small cabin built among some landscaped bushes twenty feet from the pool. It hadn't been used all day and was just pleasantly warm as they entered. Jason banged shut the door behind them. Then he and Clay clambered onto one of the upper wooden benches and turned to face the dripping Tricia.
She stared at them dazedly.
"Take off your bikini," Jason ordered. His cockhead was already visible over the top of his bathing suit. He peeled down the wet trunks and let his cock snap against his belly. Clay did the same. His prick stuck out comically at a ninety-degree angle. It pointed directly at Tricia.
"Your cocks are so beautiful," she murmured, licking her lips. Then Tricia reached in back of herself and she undid the knot in the string of her bikini top.
The harness slid wetly down her chest until the two men could see most of her big bouncing tits. But then her nipples were so long and stiff and fat that they caught the falling bikini top and held it there loosely on her chest. She watched it slither lower without being touched, letting the bikini strings hook on her nipples and hang there.
She stared down at her chest as if in a daze, and the men watched with her. Her bikini top was wet and slippery and heavy, but her stiff nipples held it up easily by the strings. Her nipples were clearly visible now, nut-brown, three-quarter-inch-long stubs of rubber. She leaned forward and let her tits dangle, like a stripper, and still the bikini strings stayed hooked.
"Sonovabitch, look at that," Clay croaked. Gripping his cock in his fist, he began to pump it steadily.
Tricia bent low until her tits were dangling down below her like melons. She shook from side to side and her tits swayed and wobbled erotically. Finally her bikini top fell to the floor with a wet slap, and she could straighten up. She put her hands on her hips for a moment and leaned back, displaying her big tits proudly for the men. Her tit mounds were wet and beautiful.
"Don't forget the bottom, baby. Don't forget to show us your cunt and ass," Jason panted. He, too, was jacking steadily on his cock.
Tricia smiled at them, her eyes teasing. She hooked her fingers into the strings of her bikini bottom, wiggled her ass lewdly, and pulled down. At the same time, she turned slightly to one side, so that they'd get a perfect view of her tight ass as she peeled off her wet suit. She forced the damp garment halfway down her thighs, left it stretched there like a rope between her legs for a second or two, then let the piece slither to the floor.
"You like me? You think I'm pretty?" she teased. She was gazing back at them as she bent down low. Her fingers spread on her ass- cheeks and pulled apart, showing them the hairy slice of her cunt and the ring of her asshole just above. She wiggled her ass back and forth suggestively.
"Do we! Honey! Look at this!" Clay smirked. He held up his cock proudly. It was an eight-inch hunk of stiff meat in his fist. His cockhead was purple and shining.
Jason said nothing but just watched her closely, his eyes taking in every contour of her absolutely perfect young body. His prick was bigger than Clay's but it didn't appear fully erect in his fist. It was thick and heavy, too big ever to point upward fully. Tricia couldn't take her gaze off of it.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she teased. "Do you want to shove your naughty cocks in me and shoot off?"
She turned to face them fully, thrusting out her wet bush of cunt hair at them. She ran her hands over her swollen tits and tweaked her nipples playfully. Her fingers stroked down her wet golden belly and spread as they got lower. Finally she planted her fingertips on either side of her cunt lips and pulled them apart. The glorious wet pink tissues of her pussy gleamed up at them.
"Oh, fuck, look at that! Oh, fuck!" Clay moaned. He jacked his cock faster, making wet snapping sounds with his fist.
"She sure likes to cocktease," Jason commented. "I hope she can finish what she'd started." He glanced meaningfully at the huge red spike of cockmeat in his hand. His fist stroked up and down it slowly.
"You want me to suck you off? You want me to take your cocks in my mouth and suck them?" she purred. She was still flashing the inner pink of her pussy at them. Her big tits rolled and shimmied on her chest.
"We're gonna do it all," Jason answered. "We're gonna fuck you every which way. We're gonna fuck you raw."
"Yes, oh, please, yes," she whimpered. "But first let me suck you both. I want both your big cocks in my mouth. I want to suck you till I'm sore!"
The two men smiled down at her as she climbed onto the bench below them.