Chapter 4
Robin dressed with great care the next morning, knowing Mark was going to take her picture for the yearbook. She wore an attractive dress that clung to her slender body, molding her tits and ass. Slits at each side came halfway up her thighs, giving enticing glimpses when she walked. Not what a teacher would wear, but what Robin really looked good in.
Her dark hair gleamed, and she almost applied more makeup than usual. Common sense came to her and she put on a faint coat of glossy lipstick, just enough to make her lips glisten moistly. On an impulse, with the glow of the night before still in her, she wore her garter belt and nylons with a pair of panties, tight and sheer. Curls of cunt hair peeked from the crotch, but there was nothing she could do about that unless she shaved it off. That was something she didn't want to do; she liked her long, curly cunt hair.
As she drove the short distance to the high school, Robin examined her feelings about Mark. She was surprised to find herself thinking of love for him. But that was crazy. The boy was only a teenager, and she was twenty-six. By the time she parked her car, she had convinced herself it was indeed love.
She waited all day for Mark, but he didn't show up until his own class at the end of the day. Around his neck hung his camera. She was excited throughout the class, but he paid hardly any attention to her. She knew he was doing the right thing, but she wanted to throw caution to the wind, let everyone know her feelings for him.
Nervously, she waited until the end of the school day, now and then flashing her thighs for him, knowing by this time he would peek secretly at her. When the students filed out noisily, she sat at her desk and waited. Mark remained behind, adjusting his camera, checking the lighting. When they were alone, he came to the desk.
"I want a couple of you sitting there, Robin," he said, snapping the shutter.
"You know what I'd like, Robin?" he said, cocking his head at her. "I'd like a nice pin-up picture of you."
"Pin-up?" she asked, oddly pleased. "Of me? Why on earth would you want a picture of me like that?"
"Because you're so beautiful," he replied, smiling down at her. "Here, turn around in your chair."
She did as he wanted, and when he adjusted her dress to reveal her thighs, she made no protest. She would do anything he wanted of her, and she would do it happily. Mark snapped a few, then had her sit on her desk, one leg cocked up. She knew the crotch of her panties were exposed, but she didn't care. As he snapped away, he placed her in more and more revealing postures. One was taken with her legs as wide as she could spread them, the whole of her crotch revealed, curling hair sticking out and all.
He had her turn her back to him, bend over and peer between her spread thighs, her skirt at her waist, a smile of wickedness on her face.
"Take your panties off, Robin," he said. "I want a shot of that pretty cunt." She complied willingly, becoming excited by posing for him. When he asked her to spread her legs and shove a finger up her cunt for a shot, with one tit exposed, she went along with it.
By the time an hour had passed, Mark had taken many photographs of her, and she was so excited by posing that her cunt was bubbling hotly. Her eyes gazed hotly at the front of his pants, seeing his cock swollen into a lovely hardness, outlined by the tightness of his pants.
"Oh, Mark!" she breathed, sitting at one of the student desks, her legs up and wide apart, cunt revealed now with both tits showing. "This makes me want to fuck! Come on, honey, fuck me!"
"I'd rather get sucked, Robin," he said, taking his cock out. He waved his cock at her, teasing her with it.
Robin licked her lips, her eyes misty with desire. "Oh, God, yes!" she murmured. "Bring that beautiful hard-on to me, darling! Bring that hard cock to me and I'll suck it for you! Oooo, I'll suck you so good, you'll love it! Hurry, I want to taste it . . . feel it in my hot, cocksucking mouth!"
Mark came to her side, dropping his pants to his ankles. "Suck it for me, teacher," he urged, rubbing the dripping piss hole of his cock back and forth on her pursed lips. "Kiss that cock for me! Lick the piss hole . . . lick it good!"
Robin's tongue swirled about the smoothly swollen head, tasting him, loving it. But as she tried to suck it into her mouth, he pulled away. "Take it slow and easy, Robin. Don't be so greedy."
"But I want your cock in my mouth, darling!" she wailed loudly, trying to pull him toward her face. "I want to suck your cock so much!"
"How bad do you want my cock in your mouth, teacher?" he asked. "Tell me!"
Robin detected the change in his voice, but at the moment it didn't bother her. She was steaming for him, rubbing at her burning cunt without shame. "Let me have it, please!"
"Tell me!" he insisted. His fist slowly pumped on his cock, deliberately taunting her, playing on her sexual mind and desire. "Come on, teacher, tell me how bad you want my cock."
"Please, darling," Robin pleaded. "Don't tease me this way. Let me have it, please! You know I love your cock, love it in my mouth, my cunt!"
"That's better," he grinned at her. "That's much better."
He came close to her, and Robin gulped his hard cock into her mouth as if afraid he would draw away again. Her lips closed tightly about the swollen head, her tongue flying about the piss hole.
"I want a picture of this," she heard him say. Her immediate thought was to stop him, but it reeled out of her mind swiftly. She was looking up at his face, her mouth full of his cock, seeing the camera held high, and heard the shutter snap. She was vaguely aware that evidence had just been taken of her servitude to a student - her mouth filled with hard cock.
Ignoring the feeling of dread, Robin devoured his hard cock hungrily, thrusting a finger in and out of her cunt, finger fucking herself as she sucked him. She felt a sense of degradation, but somehow the feeling thrilled her. She felt love for Mark, ignoring the thought that it was only his cock and the way he made her feel.
Mark placed a hand at the back of her head, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. She felt the smooth head enter her throat, farther than it had gone the night before. She choked softly, her eyes glassy with passion as she looked up at him. Then he began pumping in and out of her mouth, fucking between her wet, hot, clamped lips.
She sensed his cock ready to squirt, and she sucked and licked furiously, anticipating the taste of his come juice spewing into her hungry mouth.
"I'm gonna come, Robin!" Mark grunted.
"Mmmmm!" she whimpered, ready for him. But just as he started coming, he jerked his cock free of her clinging lips, pulling away about two inches. Come juice splashed into her face, into her open mouth. And as he sprayed thick cum directly into Robin's open, surprised mouth and over her face, coating her, he snapped the camera. There was no doubt in her mind what that picture would look like - her beautiful face with a cock a few inches away, spurting come directly into it, her expression one of pure ecstasy.
"Oh, Mark, why did you do that?" she said.
looking up at him with sadness. "Why did you take a picture of your cock squirting in my face?"
"I wanted one, Robin," he said, pulling his pants up. "You better get yourself presentable. I have a few more things to do, then I'll meet you at your apartment, okay?"
Robin wiped her mouth with tissue, then washed up in the bathroom. The school was deserted now, and she was glad. It would not do for anyone to see her with a cum-smeared face.
On her way to her car, she considered the change that had come over Mark. He was no longer shy with her, but aggressive and demanding. She had mixed feelings about his change. On one hand she liked it, but on the other she didn't care for it at all. In a way it was frightening.
Once again she noticed a group of boys in the parking lot. The gaudily painted car was not there, but the same boy who had waved to her before did it again. She hesitated only a moment before waving back to him. She did not know him, but had seen him on the school grounds. Driving home, Robin's cunt throbbed hotly, and as she thought of Mark's squirting into her face, she smiled. She could not deny it had been fun, exciting. Was it possible she wanted the degradation, the humiliation, at the hands of a teenage boy? Robin had never been inclined that way before.
At her apartment, she undressed and showered, washing away the sweat of the day. She sang and hummed happily as she waited for Mark. She had no idea what time he would arrive because he had not said. She accepted her strong attraction to him, believing it was actually love. Perhaps it was only infatuation for him - for his youth, his teenage cock. Whatever it was, Robin accepted it, knowing she could not refuse him anything he wanted of her.
Mark arrived shortly after she finished her dinner.
"Oh, Mark!" she squealed, starting to pull him into the apartment. She dropped his hand quickly when she saw he was not alone. Standing behind him was one of the loveliest girls Robin had ever seen. Sparkling blue eyes looked at her, the sweet face surrounded by a cascade of shimmering blonde hair hanging past the girl's shoulders.
"This is Tammie," Mark said, "my girlfriend."
Tammie stepped from behind him and smiled up at Robin. It seemed her face lit up with sunshine in that one smile. Robin looked at the girl. Tammie was still dressed in her cheerleading costume, with the short, flaring skirt that revealed creamy, delicious thighs.
"Hi, Miss Stone," Tammie said, her voice girlish.
"Hello, Tammie," Robin said, nervously. She glanced at Mark, wondering why he had brought the girl with him. She had been counting on an evening alone with him, fucking and sucking.
"I just finished practice," Tammie said. "I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not," Robin said, stepping aside. "Come in, you two."
Robin brought out soft drinks for them, then sat on the couch, her hands in her lap. She didn't know what to say or do. She listened to Mark talk to Tammie about the yearbook he was working on.
"Robin," Mark said, getting to his feet and adjusting his camera and light meter, "I'm gonna take a few shots of Tammie for the book, okay?"
"Of course," Robin said. "But wouldn't it be better on the field. You know, more authentic?"
"This is fine," he said. "Tammie, you go over by that bookcase and I'll shoot a few."
Tammie posed for him, and again Robin saw the sheer beauty of the teenage girl. There also seemed a unique kind of aura about the girl, and it took a while before Robin understood what it was. When she realized it, she almost stopped breathing. Tammie actually radiated a sexuality that filled the room. So involved with watching Tammie pose, her mind filled with the strong sexuality of the girl, it was some time before Robin realized the poses were becoming more and more erotic.
Suddenly Robin looked at the girl and gasped. Tammie was leaning against the bookcase, holding the short skirt of her costume up, and she was not wearing tights, but a pair of extremely sheer bikini panties. Blonde, shadowy cunt hair could be seen through the panties, and Tammie framed her cunt with the spreading fingers of one hand.
"Mark!" Robin gasped. "You can't do that! Not here!"
"Be quiet, Robin," he said, peering into his camera. "Okay, Tammie, let's pull the panties aside."
Tammie pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her cunt. She did it eagerly, Robin noticed. The sweet girl gave a smile for Mark as he took the picture.
"Mark, this is enough!" Robin said, getting to her feet. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Fuck off, Robin," he said, adjusting his camera again. "Tammie, take the panties off and spread your legs, and sort of arch your cunt out. That's it . . . now stick a finger up your pussy, baby."
Robin watched the sweet girl do as he asked. The smile on Tammie's face was innocent, yet showed her excitement at the same time. Robin trembled in anger, but there was not much she could do about this. She stamped angrily into the kitchen and put on coffee, trying to think of some way to make Mark stop this. She felt as if he were using her for some reason, a purpose she didn't understand.
She was sipping coffee when they came into the kitchen. "I got some good shots, Robin," he said, going to her refrigerator and taking a coke for himself.
"I can imagine," she frowned.
"Hey, come on, Robin," he said, sitting down at the table. "Don't act so down, baby. You aren't getting jealous, are you? Hell, you knew I had a girlfriend."
"It isn't that," she said. "It's you. You've changed, Mark. You're different. And I don't like you bringing her here, taking those kinds of pictures in my apartment."
"Tough shit," Mark replied, playing with his camera. "Damn, I've only got about seven more exposures. I forgot to buy film today."
Robin looked at Tammie, seeing the exquisite beauty of the girl, so fresh and young. "Why do you do it, Tammie?" she asked. "Let Mark take pictures like that of you, I mean?"
"I like it, Miss Stone," Tammie giggled, a faint flush on her smooth face. "I really enjoy it."
"It makes her hot, Robin," Mark laughed.
"Mark!" she gasped. "Stop that kind of talk right now!"
"Oh, I don't mind, Miss Stone," Tammie giggled again. "Besides, it does make me all hot. I like being hot. I guess I stay hot all the time."
"Like Robin," Mark laughed.
Robin blushed as Tammie looked at her, a huge smile on her face. "Is that right, Miss Stone? Are you hot, too? Oh, that's wonderful! I thought I was the only girl in the whole world that way."
"Please, Mark, don't ..." Robin started.
"Take my cock out, Tammie," Mark said, spreading his legs on the chair and scooting his ass to the edge. Robin watched Tammie eagerly open his pants and pull his cock free. The little girl dropped to her knees before him and stroked his cock, making it swell and become hard. Robin had never seen anyone involved like this before, and she could not deny the rumblings of excitement inside her body.
"Sit on my lap, Tammie," Mark said. "Sit on my lap and give me a hot fuck, baby."
"Golly, yes!" Tammie squealed as she pulled her skirt to her waist. Robin saw the panties were gone. She watched the girl eagerly spread her legs on each side of Mark, one of her small hands grasping his cock as she brought the puffy, blonde-fuzzed cunt down. "Oooooo!" Tammie burbled as she settled upon Mark's cock.
"Turn around, baby," he directed her. "Turn around with your back toward me. I want Robin to watch that hot cunt of yours fucking my cock."
Robin watched the girl twist about, her pussy still clinging to his throbbing hard-on. Tammie leaned back against Mark's chest as he began to pump his cock up and down, stabbing at the young cunt, fucking her. Mark's hands squeezed at Tammie's firm tits, making the girl whimper with pleasure. Robin could see, very clearly, the way Tammie's cunt stretched around his cock, see the glistening tip of that hard little clitoris.
"Ooooo, good!" Tammie gurgled. "Golly, I -love it, Mark! Ohhh, fuck me good, Mark! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Robin's cunt was steaming. She was intensely excited by watching the teenagers fuck. And hearing those words come so easily from such a sweet, innocent face seemed to increase her bubbling desire.
Tammie lifted and lowered her cunt in a rhythm to Mark's upward thrusts, squealing with ecstasy. Her legs were very wide, and Robin noticed Tammie's cunt was hairless on each side, but quite full and bushy around that lovely clitoris. The kitchen chair squeaked as they fucked, but the sound of it fit with the action, somehow, Robin thought. She writhed on her chair, her eyes burning upon Tammie's cunt as it was stuffed by Mark's cock. Common sense was replaced by a boiling desire to get involved with them, yet she held off. She wanted to get to her knees, feel that beautiful cunt and hard cock with her hands as they fucked.
Mark apparently understood Robin's thoughts and desires, because he glanced at her. "Come over here, Robin, and play with my balls while we fuck!"
Robin hesitated, her mouth open and her tongue licking at her lips, her eyes almost glassy with passion.
"Oh, yes, Miss Stone!" Tammie urged. "Play with Mark's balls! Oooo, that will make it better!"
Robin moved to them woodenly, not able to stop herself, no longer in control of her emotions. She got to her knees before them, her hands moving up Mark's thighs. She looked up to see Tammie gazing at her, and Robin smiled nervously.
"Pull his balls, Miss Stone!" the girl urged in a hot, excited voice. "Pull at his fucking balls! Twist his fucking nuts . . . we'll make his cock really squirt!"
Robin took Mark's balls in her hand, squeezing and twisting them gently. She listened to him pant as his excitement increased. She pulled on his balls, her eyes burning at the way the blonde-haired cunt rode up and down the wet, slippery cock. Her other hand came up and she ran her fingers along his cock, feeling Tammie's cunt as it came down. Her thumb pressed at Tammie's clitoris, and the girl wailed with ecstasy.
Robin rubbed at Tammie's clitoris as she pulled on Mark's balls. Her own cunt was throbbing wildly, and she writhed her ass, feeling as if she would come at any moment.
"Kiss his balls, Miss Stone!" Tammie gurgled with a hot voice. "Kiss his fucking balls, Miss Stone!"
Unable to resist, Robin moved her face into Mark's balls, kissing them, running her tongue over them. She tasted the dripping juices. Her nose was brushed by Tammie's cunt as they fucked. On a sudden impulse, Robin licked her tongue up Mark's cock, then swirled it quickly over Tammie's rigid clitoris.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" Tammie whimpered. "That was nice, Miss Stone! Do it again!"
Robin, so excited she could not have stopped herself if she had wanted to, ran her hot lips and tongue around Mark's balls as he fucked the girl. She lapped at Tammie's cunt with alternate strokes of her now hungry tongue. The taste of his cock and hairy balls mingled with Tammie's teenage cunt and sent her mind reeling into wild, erotic pleasure. She lapped and swirled her tongue about the throbbing cock and wet cunt eagerly, her hands now gripping the top of Tammie's smooth thighs, her fingers digging into the firm flesh. Her hairy cunt was in a turmoil, slippery juices running along her inner thighs, her asscheeks clenching up tightly, flexing.
"Ooooo, lick me again!" Tammie wailed, her small, slim body shaking as she bounced up and down on Mark's cock. "Lick my cunt again, Miss Stone! Ohhh, golly, golly! I've never had it feel so fucking good in my life! Lick my pussy while I fuck his cock, Miss Stone!"
Robin's tongue flew hungrily about the cock and pussy, thrilled at the taste of them. Her mind was exploding with ecstasy. Her body was shaking with the pleasure that boiled within, and she was very close to coming herself.
She went at the blonde cunt and hard, throbbing cock eagerly, no longer caring, wanting her ecstasy to grow and swell until she was out of her mind. The fuzz tickling her nose also excited her. Everything excited her, and she could not stop it, no matter what happened.
"I'm gonna come!" Tammie wailed loudly. "Oooo, I'm gonna come!"
Robin's tongue lapped furiously now, and she felt those puffy, stretched cunt lips go into a powerful convulsion. Tammie made gurgling sounds as her small body shivered, then shook violently.
"Here it comes!" Mark shouted, straining his cock up into the gripping cunt of Tammie. "Here it comes, baby!"
Robin's tongue felt his cock as it went into spasmodic jerking, spewing come juice into the pussy. She licked at his cock and the stretched cunt lips of Tammie, and tasted his come juice as he came. There was a sudden explosion inside her stomach, and her cunt contracted in a frenzy. She groaned against the cock and cunt, but would not pull away. She felt Tammie's hand on the top of her head, holding her face into their crotches tightly as they came, and even that thrilled her.
Robin pulled her face back only when she felt their bodies relax, hearing them pant from the ecstasy. She sat on her heels, looking at them, running her tongue over her wet, slippery lips.
When Tammie climbed off Mark, his cock gleamed wetly in the light. Somehow it did not surprise her when Tammie squatted and began to lick at his wet cock and balls, taking his cock into her young mouth and sucking on it.
Slowly, Robin got to her feet, her legs wobbly. She left the teenagers and went to her bedroom, feeling a little ashamed of having allowed her emotions to gain control of her.