Chapter 3
Tim Larkin sat with Ashley in the front seat of his car, saying nothing. They were parked in front of Ashley's apartment building after an evening out together. They'd been to dinner and a movie and Tim was hoping she'd invite him inside. But she didn't say anything. She seemed lost in thought.
This was only their second date. When she'd first started teaching at the school Tim had been too shy to ask her. She was so pretty he felt for sure she'd turn him down. But eventually he had asked her out, and she'd consented. They'd had a strained but not unpleasant evening out together and by the time he'd driven her home he'd plucked up the courage to kiss her.
But she was different this evening. Something seemed to have happened to her since he'd last seen her. She was so quiet, and he could tell she wasn't listening to what he said half the time. Not only was it doubtful he'd get invited inside, but it was unlikely he'd even get a goodnight kiss this time. "Is anything wrong, Ashley?" he asked at last, really concerned. She'd been staring straight ahead for nearly a minute.
She seemed to snap awake. "No of course not! I'm fine," she smiled. Her lipstick shone in the dim light.
"You sure there's nothing you want to talk about?" he went on gamely as he gazed longingly at her pale throat and cleavage.
She laughed softly. "Tim you're so sweet. I'm fine, really. Save your concern for those crazy students of yours. Your classes are very unruly, I hear."
"That's not fair," he smiled, reaching for her. But she was snapping open her door and stepping out. "Hey, have I done anything wrong?"
She poked her head back in the door quickly and planted a soft kiss on his mouth. "You've been absolutely wonderful. I've had a lovely evening. But I'm a little tired. I'd like to get to bed early."
"So would I," he leered back at her harmlessly, twitching his eyebrows. "What do you say ..."
But she was gone, striding up the walk without looking back at him. So he put the car in gear and rolled off miserably up the avenue. He drove around for an hour cursing his luck with women. It was funny, he thought, the nicer you were to some of them, the colder they treated you. He wondered why Ashley bothered going out with him at all.
And she was wondering the same thing. She let herself into her apartment building and climbed the stairs slowly, thinking that while Tim was a really nice guy, they really didn't have that much in common. He was sweet and everything, but sometimes that just wasn't enough. What was it that was missing?
She had the key in the lock of her apartment door and had started to push it open when a figure appeared at her left hand and smiled down at her oddly. She groaned at the sight of the third young man she'd seen eying her that day in the gym. Here was Roger Conway's other friend, come to claim his part of her, no doubt.
"Hi, Miss Twaites. Did you enjoy your date?" he leered. He caught her arm and moved her quickly till they were both inside her door and he could close it behind them. "I've been waiting for nearly an hour. I was hoping for a chance to talk to you alone."
"What is this? Get out of here at once," she said.
She didn't sound too convincing-even to herself. Maybe because in a way she'd expected a visit from the third member of the group sooner or later. And she knew exactly what he wanted.
"Aren't you going to invite me?" he smirked. "I think it's the least you can do, considering what you did for Roger and Don."
Don, so that was the second fellow's name. This seemed to be a habit she was getting into, fucking guys whose names she didn't even know. Now here was a third one. But somehow it didn't seem to matter.
"I don't know what you mean," she lied, following him into her own living room. He dropped into a couch and made himself at home.
"You fucked Roger. You sucked off Don. What are you going to do for me?" He hooked his hands together behind his head and smiled up at her warmly. "I mean, I wouldn't want to have to see the principal and report that you'd seduced two young male students, now would I? How embarrassing for everybody. How much nicer for us all if you and I just discuss this quietly between us."
Ashley said nothing, just stood dumbly in her coat on the other side of the coffee table. She was watching him closely, thinking with a dull ache in her head that he was probably quite capable of doing what he threatened. And that if he did, the principal was more likely to believe his version of the story than hers. She'd lose her job just like that.
"One thing I should tell you," he went on. "If we're going to discuss things, I'd prefer you had no clothes on. I enjoy it better that way."
What was the use? thought Ashley. She really didn't have any choice in this matter. She had to do as he told her or risk losing her job. So she slipped off her coat and dropped it over a chair. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse. He didn't take his eyes off her for one second.
"Say, very nice," he praised, enjoying the sight of her tits packed tight in an ice-blue bra. "I didn't know you were so stacked."
Ashley dropped her blouse on top of her coat and unzipped her skirt. She felt silly and self-conscious, but she had no choice. The skirt fell from her and was tossed on the growing pile. She peeled off her panty hose and stood in front of him wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
"Very nice. Very nice," he murmured, his eyes roving over her bulging tits and flat golden belly to the tiny triangle of ice-blue panty at her crotch. "Jesus, you sure don't look like a teacher now!"
A weak smile came to Ashley's lips and he gestured at her to come around the coffee table to him. She did so, quite passively, and found herself standing between his knees. His face was on a level with her pantied crotch and he licked his lips hungrily.
And then he did something Ashley couldn't believe. He forced his face forward and mashed his mouth onto the crack of her cunt, right through her panties. She could feel his lips kissing her down there, and the wet probing of his tongue. Her damp panties began to cling to the puffy slabs of her cunt.
"I . . . ohhh . . . ohhh!" she gasped, amazed at the sparks of pleasure that shot up into her belly. His tongue was actually trying to poke into her cunt right through her pants!
His hands crept up the backs of her thighs and clutched at the gorgeous taut globes of her ass. His fingers curled into the top of her panties and pulled down, gently, so that inch by inch they rolled down lower and lower. Slivers of blonde pussy hair crept into view just inches from his eyes.
"What are you going to do?" she asked quietly, trying to keep any hint of pleasure out of her voice. She wasn't helping him in any way, but she wasn't resisting either.
He lifted his mouth off her cunt so that her soiled panties could be rolled downwards. The lovely tufted V of her crotch was suddenly revealed for him, along with the already cracking slit of her puffy cunt beneath. Strands of her pussy hair were already matted together with moisture.
"I'm going to eat you, I'm going to use my tongue on you and eat your cunt. Then I'm going to fuck you." He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he were telling her about some work he was going to do on her car.
Her panties were down around her ankles now and she stepped from them obligingly. Before he went back to her cunt, he reached up to unclasp her bra, and her full tits toppled free like ripe melons. He squeezed and caressed them for a few seconds, murmuring under his breath the whole time.
Then he made her sit down on the coffee table and spread her legs wide. He forced her back farther, till she was propped up on her elbows. Then he dipped his head between her legs and began licking and slurping at her blossoming cunt flesh. She held her thighs wide apart and let him do as he wished.
Ashley had never realized she could feel so good. It was a different feeling from when she got fucked. It was stranger, somehow, dirtier and more exciting. Her cunt was melting under his tongue, her pussy lips tingling.
He ran his tongue up one puffy cunt lip, then up the other. He circled her pussy with gentle little probings and his fingers pried her open so that he could get in deeper. His tongue dug inside her and his lips nipped at the wriggly folds. She let her head roll back on her shoulders and closed her eyes with pleasure.
She found herself wondering what his cock was like. He said he was going to fuck her later, and she would get to see it then. But she was curious about it now, and she wished she were in a position to reach for his crotch and pull it out for him. Her mouth watered at the thought that she might get to suck him off.
Suddenly the phone rang. It was right by her ear on the coffee table and it scared her half to death. The head lifted up from her crotch and smiled a greasy smile at her. "Answer it," he said, then went back to slobbering on her cunt.
"Are you crazy?" she wheezed, her eyes rolling at him. But her heart was pounding with excitement, and she found herself lifting the receiver to her ear. "Hello?" she said, her voice trembling.
"Hi. It's Tim. I got worried about you. I thought I'd call and see that you were okay."
"I . . . I'm fine. Honest," she croaked into the receiver.- Her cunt was being nibbled at roughly, and then her swollen clit was between the probing lips. She writhed and wriggled on the glass coffee table.
"Are you sure? You sound kind of weird. And you were so quiet all evening." Tim's voice was so clear to her that it was almost like having him there in the room with her while she got eaten out. It was a strange sensation.
"I . . . ohhh . . . I'm really okay. Please don't . . . ohhhh . . . worry about me, Tim." The tongue was diddling her clit with rapid little taps, driving her crazy.
"Maybe I should come over, just to make sure. Would you like that?" Tim went on.
"No! I mean, it's not necessary. I . . . ohhhhh ..."
Her clit was given a final mad work-out, and then the young man was lifting his face off her cunt. He climbed to his feet and stared down at her nude body a second. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants to the floor along with his shorts. A thick log of cock hung down from his crotch, half-erect, pointing directly at her flat golden belly.
Tim muttered on in her mind, something she'd like to talk about? he wondered.
Sometimes it helped to talk about things, to bring them out into the open. If it was her teaching she was concerned about, he'd be glad to offer her any advice he could . . .
Ashley was hardly listening to him. She was staring at the great hunk of swinging cock in front of her, watching as its owner grasped it in his fist, bent his knees, and slotted the ugly purple head of it up against her gaping, greasy cunthole. She covered the receiver of the telephone with her palm as she gasped and sighed with pleasure.
Her eyelids dropped with lust as she felt the great thick log of cock bull slowly into her slimy cunt channel. Inch after inch slid up her sucking cunt, till finally she felt his crotch hair mesh with hers and she knew he was in her all the way. Her cunt was totally stuffed with eight or nine inches of blazing cockmeat.
"You sure you're feeling okay?" Tim was asking her over the phone, his voice still worried.
"I feel fine. I feel wonderful," she murmured dreamily. And she wrapped her legs around the young man's back as he started humping in and out of her, feeding her the thick pole of his cock.
"And there's nothing you need?" Tim persisted.
Ashley almost laughed. "I've got everything I need right here. I really don't need you tonight, dear Tim." She smiled.
Her body was being shaken now by the rough thrusts of the strong young man. He was squeezing her tits in his palms and fucking his prick in and out of her with short, rapid motions. His ass flexed and pumped and his belly smacked against her again and again. He was driving his cockhead deep into her slimy cunt, burying it far up into her belly.
"What's that noise?" Tim asked. She hadn't spoken for several seconds but she tried to keep her hand over the telephone mouthpiece.
"It's nothing. I have to go now Tim. Something's . . . boiling," she muttered, and she hung up quickly, not trusting herself any longer with this crazy game. She stroked her hands up and down the young man's pumping flanks and pulled him to her. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
So he did. He rammed his greasy cock in and out of her with mad, lunging motions. And his balls swung in the air and smacked into the crook of her thighs with the effort. He mauled her tits and pulled on her nipples. He carved her every which way with his huge swollen prick.
And her ass squeaked as she slid about on the glass-topped coffee table. She was pinned down by the drilling shaft of his cock, her brown belly rippling and heaving with lust. Her head swung from side to side as she tried to control her whimpers of pleasure.
She thought briefly of Tim, and of how kind and concerned he was. She thought of the pleasant and polite evening they'd just had together. He was sweet and gentle and everything, yet she hadn't wanted to invite him up. She hadn't wanted to go to bed with him. Yet here she was moaning with lust while a big ugly bruiser pinned her to her coffee table with his cock.
Was something wrong with her? Tim was everything that most girls wanted, the kind of guy they'd choose for a husband and everything. And yet she wasn't interested. She preferred rough and casual fucking and sucking with big brawny men whose names she didn't even know. She seemed to enjoy sex with men who had no respect for her.
A sharp jolt from the present cock snapped her from her thoughts, and she realized she was coming, slowly and steadily. She clasped her ankles together behind his back and hugged him to her, sucking his cock deep into her pussy. And she leaned up and began licking his chest and planting rough kisses all over his skin. He buried his cock in her one last time.
And then he was coming too, blasting thick slugs of cum far up Ashley's cunt. She felt one, then two knots of spunk explode inside her, and she groaned with pleasure, welcoming the steaming jism. He lunged into her once or twice more, then pulled his still-spurting prick from her clogged cunthole.
"What . . . ohhh . . . ohhh!" she moaned, breathless and confused. She was forced to unwrap her legs from around his back.
He climbed up over her quickly, his cock dripping jism across her belly and tits. Then he clutched it in his hand and thrust it at her face, aiming his cockhead at her mouth. One jet of spunk shot out and splattered across her mouth and she understood immediately, opening her lips and letting him shove his dripping cock inside.
Her fingers took over for him, circling round his cock and gripping it tightly as she began to pump out what was left of his jism. The cockhead sat on her tongue and blasted a thick wad of spunk against the back of her throat. She swallowed noisily.
"Drink it down. Oh shit," he moaned, squatting on Ashley's lovely tits. He drove his cock back and forth in the cradle of her fingers.
She gurgled, swallowing his spunk. Another jet of cream spat from his cocktip and filled her mouth. Two thick silver streams of it slithered from the corners of her mouth and foiled down her face to her jaw line.
"Suck it. Drink it all down," he grunted, staring wildly at her sweat-slick face.
His cock spasmed one more time, sending a jet of cum across her tongue and deep into her throat. And then he was finished, his prick and balls empty of their load. He sat on top of Ashley while she sucked out the dregs. He let her lick up the excess spunk from the rippled sides of his cock.
She stared up at him with droopy eyes, smiling gently while thick strings of cum slid from the corners of her mouth. She kissed his cock and licked it, rubbing the swollen red cock- head into her face. She mashed the prickhead around her mouth, spreading about all the remaining silver jism.
He groaned softly and watched her. She was poking his huge cockhead into her eyes and dragging it across her clear forehead. Snail-trails of cum were spread about on her face. She laughed oddly and slipped the cock back in her mouth, sucking it hungrily.