Chapter 2
Ashley was thoroughly ashamed of herself. She'd let herself get caught in an embarrassing situation and then she'd made things worse by letting a male student take advantage of her. What kind of teacher was she? If this kind of thing ever got out, she'd lose her job overnight. She was determined to start afresh, to try to forget what had happened.
But it was so hard. It had been one of the weirdest, most exciting things that had ever happened to her, like something out of a book or movie. All evening she could think of little else. The way the bulky young man had withdrawn the last second and sprayed her was what stuck in her head most of all.
She didn't sleep well. She tossed and turned in her single bed all night and dreamed of huge swollen cocks shooting gallons of silver cum at her. When she woke up she was sweating and excited-and ashamed to discover that her pussy was wet and soggy.
At school she worked through her classes in a daze. She found it really hard to run the teenaged girls through their paces. At noon she made a point of enquiring about the various young men on the football team. The coach, Mr. Thomas, was only too happy to talk about them. Without making herself too obvious, she managed to find out that the big one she'd fucked was named Roger Conway. She blushed to think she'd fucked someone who's name she didn't even know.
Why she bothered enquiring she wasn't sure. She certainly had no intention of letting Roger get to her again. At least if he caused her any further trouble she'd know who to report. She could go to the principal and insist that he'd attacked her, that he'd forced her to fuck him.
The first period of the afternoon was a free one for Ashley and she set about reorganizing a storeroom that led off her tiny office. There was something about being alone that really appealed to her in her present mood. She certainly didn't want to chit-chat in the teachers' lunch room. The few rooms off the gym were the quietest in the whole school.
But after twenty minutes or so she was no longer alone. There was a scraping at the storeroom door, and she was suddenly confronted with another burly young man. She recognized him at once as a friend of Roger's.
"Yes? What do you want?" Ashley snapped. She hadn't realized how on edge her nerves were.
"I'm a friend of Conway's. I come to pay you a visit," he mumbled. She hadn't thought of Conway as intelligent, but this guy seemed even dumber.
"So? I'm very busy here. You'll have to come back later."
"No. I want it now. I can't wait," he said tensely.
"What?" Ashley eyed him cautiously.
"I want you to suck my cock. Now's the best time. I can't wait." He closed the storeroom door behind him and stepped slowly towards her.
Ashley's eyes widened in panic. "What's Conway been telling you? What is all this?"
"Just that you're a real good fuck. He says you're one of the horniest sluts he's ever fucked. I thought I'd come and check you out. Don't be scared. I want us both to enjoy this."
This was crazy, Ashley thought. Yesterday I was just a new teacher, today I'm the school slut. She glared at him defiantly, but he didn't seem impressed. He stopped a few feet from her and unsnapped his belt. He forced down his pants and shorts, and his heavy cock dangled like a limp snake. His balls looked enormous.
"Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice harsh. His pants were all tangled up around his ankles.
Ashley opened her mouth to protest again, but no sound came out. She found herself staring, fascinated, at his huge swinging horse-cock. She was imagining what it would feel like in her hand, what it would feel like stuffed into her mouth.
"Get down on your knees, bitch, and suck my cock," he ordered again.
And this time, without a word, Ashley dropped to her knees on the storeroom floor. He stepped closer to her and his cock swung less than a foot away from her gorgeous face. Its head was shiny and red, she noticed, and one great ugly blue vein wriggled all the way up the shaft's side.
"Take it in your hand. Pull on it," he said as he stood casually in front of her, his hands on his hips.
Shyly, her heart pounding, Ashley reached up and circled her fingers around the pulpy bulk of his hanging cock. It pointed to the floor but was thickening slowly, and as she took it in her fist she could sense the power flowing into it. She gazed at it curiously, comparing it to Conway's.
"Pump it in your hand. Play with it. Fuck, have you ever jerked a guy off or anything?" he leered. Her hand was soft and cool on his growing prick.
With slow, easy movements, Ashley began to pump the thick cock. She was amazed at how little she'd resisted. All he had to do was pull out his cock and she was hooked. What was the matter with her? She should have yelled and screamed and had this asshole tossed out of her school. Instead, she was jerking his cock, gazing at it as if she were in love.
"Kiss it," the young man ordered. "Stick your mouth up against it and kiss it."
Ashley didn't hesitate. Pursing her lips she leaned in close and planted a soft loving kiss on the huge satin head of his cock. It felt warm and smooth and tempting, and she kissed it again, and again, till suddenly she was turning the cock this way and that in her hand, planting kisses all along its throbbing shaft. Her lipstick smeared off onto its rippled surfaces.
"That's good. That's a good little slut," he commented, staring down at her half-closed eyelids and her tousled blonde hair. "You like cock, don't you? Roger said you did."
It was true, thought Ashley. Something was happening to her as she knelt on the hard floor here in front of him. She was loving his cock as if it were the most precious thing in the world. She was using her tongue and her mouth to love his cock into full stiffness. And she was enjoying every minute of it.
"Take it in your mouth. Suck it," he said.
She pouted her lips, and with a quick tilt of her head she slotted his purple cockhead in the red wet oval of her lips. Her tongue tickled his piss-slit and her eyes rolled up to him from under droopy lids. She smiled lewdly.
She moaned, her lips supporting the cockhead. She moved forward, letting the cocktip bore its way through her pursed and pretty lips. An inch of cockshaft followed and held her mouth half open so that he could see her tongue tickle the underside of his prick tip.
"Jesus Christ, Miss Twaites, you sure know how to use that mouth!" he praised. His cock stuck out solidly from his hairy crotch now. It was as thick as Ashley's wrist.
She let her head tip forward, and inch by inch his heavy cock slid over her tongue and into the back of her mouth. Her lips closed in a tight seal around the throbbing bulk and she began to breathe through her nose.
"Mmmfff, mmmnnn," she mumbled, still staring up at him with her pretty blue eyes. Her cheeks began to puff out and then hollow as she started slowly sucking him.
"That's it, suck it like that. That's good," he coaxed, thrusting out his hairy belly. He loved the way her red lip gloss smeared off onto the shaft of his cock and the way her cheeks ballooned out with the effort.
Ashley began to suck in earnest. She forced her mouth halfway down his thick cock, then backed off till only his swollen cockhead was still between her lips. Then down she plunged again, guiding the shaft with her tongue and feeding it deep into her throat. Her mouth made wet squeaking sounds as she worked.
He was growing more and more excited, that was plain. His prick was as hard as a steel bar now and he was humping his hips back and forth, feeding her great lengths of cock. The ugly blue vein snaking up the side of his prick was swollen thickly and she could feel it under her lips each time she lunged downwards.
"Fuck, Miss Twaites. Ohhh fuck," he groaned, about to lose control any second.
And Ashley sensed it, for suddenly she backed off his throbbing cock completely, holding it in her fingers and letting it drip and cool in the air. With a quick glance up into his reddened face, she then began giving his balls shy little scrapes with her pink tongue.
His balls were heavy and swollen in their dry, wrinkled pouch, and they dodged this way and that as she poked at them with her tongue. She was licking them, curling her tongue around each one in turn. But then she dipped below one deftly, and let it slip into the wet oval of her mouth. She then began to suck on it like it was a big hunk of candy.
"Ohhhh Jesus, ohhh Jesus," he croaked, feeling his balls melt under her expert tongue. Where did a prim little teacher learn a trick like this? She was using her tongue like a professional.
"Your balls are so beautiful. Do you mind me sucking them?" she asked suddenly, letting one sizzling ball dangle free from her mouth. Tiny pearls of spit hung off the hairs of his ball sac.
"Be my guest. Jesus," he muttered tensely. He could feel the heavy jism swirling in his nuts.
Ashley smiled up at him and twisted her face back into his crotch, searching out his other ball and sucking it into her mouth quickly. She held the captured nut on her tongue and bathed it in the wetness of her mouth. She backed off, squeezing and caressing it with her lips, and finally she let it swing free.
She began slowly working her way up onto the base of his cock and then higher. Folding her lips over his cockshaft and scraping him with her tongue as she went, she moved steadily toward the hot mushroom-shaped head. Once she reached it, she flopped her lips over the satin dome and began sucking cock again in earnest.
"Wow, what a mouth. I had no idea," he muttered, leaning back with his hands planted on his ass. "Roger said you were a hot fuck but he didn't say nothing about your great blow-jobs."
Ashley wasn't listening. Her head plunged up and down roughly on the top half of his cock and her fist pumped strongly on the base. Her blonde hair fluttered prettily up and down. She seemed determined to bring him off as quickly as possible.
"Jesus, Miss Twaites . . . sonovabitch!" he croaked. His voice was ragged and tense.
Ashley sucked and sucked, plunging her face up and down madly. But suddenly he was gripping her behind her head, trying to hold her still. His fist folded over hers as he tried to take control of his cock. They struggled and grunted over the near-to-bursting prick, neither one wanting to let go.
"Sssppplllfff! Sssmmmnnnkkk!" Ashley gurgled, her mouth suddenly full of steaming spunk. She sucked up cum into the back of her throat and began swallowing madly.
His hips bucked at her, driving his cock through the cradle of her fingers. His balls were swinging back and forth and great thick ropes of cum were shooting into Ashley's mouth like blasts from a gun. He clasped her neck and held her fast to his spurting prick. Wet, messy sounds came from her lips.
He quit trying to free his cock from her grasp and used his hand to sweep back the hair from one side of her head. He wanted an unobstructed view of her face as he shot his wad. He wanted to see how she would handle his huge blasts of jism. Already he could see strings of silver cream seeping from the corners of her mouth. She'd never be able to handle it all.
"Ggglllfffsss! Sssppplllfff!" she slobbered, her eyes rolling in panic. She was swallowing huge drafts of syrupy cum, but no sooner had she cleared her mouth than he blasted another wad and filled her up all over again.
Her face continued to bounce up and down on the cock, and her fist never loosened its grip on the base of his prick. She sucked and jerked like her life depended on it. But there was so much cum. It was boiling in the back of her teeth and between her cheeks and gums. It was stuck to the roof of her mouth and to her tongue. It clogged her throat and made her want to gag.
Long white streamers of spunk began to slop from her mouth and roll down her chin. The silver liquid drooled from her jaw and chin like strings of elastic. Heavy loops of cum hung off his thick cock each time he pulled away from her. It rolled over her clasping fingers and webbed them together.
"Eat it. Suck it all down, slut," he croaked, unable to take his eyes off her face. "I bet it tastes good, huh? Nothing like a mouthful of steaming cum, huh, teach?"
Finally he stopped spurting and Ashley was able to clear her mouth with one or two deep and heavy swallows. The stuff felt thick and slimy going down. She felt bloated with cum. Her head stopped pumping up and down on him and she let the cock slop heavily from her overflowing mouth. Slowly, methodically, she began licking up the length of his cock, cleaning up all the drooling white spunk with her mouth.
"Attagirl. Clean up your mess good. Lick up all the cum, that's a good girl," he murmured, watching her. His prick stayed hard and strong in her slender fingers.
"Was I good? Did I do it right?" she wondered, genuinely curious. She stared up at him with her pretty blue eyes, as if she was a high school girl asking for a good grade from an admired teacher.
"You did great. You're a fine little cock-sucker," he answered as he watched his white cum drooling from the sides of her mouth.
"Did I really? You're not just saying that?" she queried sweetly. She lapped up a thick wad of silver spunk and smacked her lips as she sucked it inside.
"Would I have come that hard if you weren't good? Take a look at your face. You're covered with it."
"I am?"
Ashley finally let go his greasy prick and it stuck out in the air solidly. She climbed to her feet and reached for her purse. Flipping open a small mirror, she began examining her face closely.
"See what I mean? You're a great little cock-sucker," he repeated. Then he hauled up his pants and stuffed his wilting prick out of sight. He started for the door and was about to leave, but something made him pause and look back at the pretty teacher he'd just face-fucked.
Ashley was staring into her mirror, fascinated. Her whole mouth and lower face was greasy with heavy wads of cum-juice. It hung in the corners of her mouth and drooled off her chin. She stuck out her tongue, and it was completely white. A thick streak of cum looped off over her cheek.
"So much cum. So much jism in my mouth," she muttered strangely, as if in a trance. She lifted her fingers to her face and began smearing the thick spunk into her skin like lotion. She made her face shine with the sticky goo.
"Jesus Christ," the young man grunted. He turned on his heel and left the storeroom.
"So much cum all over the place," Ashley rambled on. Then she raised her fingers to her mouth and began to lick them.