Chapter 10
Johnny seemed to be fencing, using his prick like a sword as he feinted this way and that. But the boy was simply biding his time while he waited for Miss Callahan to take it in mouth or cunt.
He stabbed at her face, prodded her tits, dipped down and poked her pussy-bush.
She leaned forward and gave his flaring cock-knob a few swipes with her tongue, but when he tried to ram it into her mouth, she drew back. He lowered the angle and thrust at her cunt. But again she evaded his jab, rolling back over the desk.
Molly was on her back now, no longer perched on the edge of the desk. Her knees were lifted over her, feet kicking. Her slim back was bridged.
Her cunt was level with the standing boy's prick now and he naturally assumed that, by moving her mouth away, she had opted for another cunt-stuffing. He shuffled in to accommodate her desires.
Then she rolled her trim haunches up, turning her ass up and jerking her fuck-hole up too high for Johnny to sink into it as he stood.
He laid his prick in her cunt-gash, but couldn't position himself high enough to thrust it into her. The throbbing prick lay in her split, his cock-knob in her bush and his balls jammed to her curled ass.
"It won't go in like this!" he complained.
"Yes, it will," she giggled.
He humped but his hard cock only moved back and forth over her open cunt-lips, not penetrating.
Then the scandalous school teacher reached down and got a handful of bloated balls. Tugging back gently, she pulled his prick down through her upturned crotch and into the cleft of her ass. He gulped as he realized what she wanted. Miss Callahan was really a very naughty teacher, with a interesting way of teaching her lessons. Johnny had never known that it was possible for a lady to take it up the ass while she was flat on her back. He had always supposed that she had to he face down or get on her hands and knees in the doggy-fucking position.
But she evidently knew a lot more about buggery than the naive young man. Wriggling against him, she panted, "Shove your cock up my ass, baby! I've got a bellyful and a cuntful, and I need my bowels juiced, too!"
He began to run his prick up and down in the crack of her ass, getting it limbered up.
She rolled her ass higher and he levered his cock down and fitted the crown into her ass-ring. The logistics of the coupling became plain to him, now that his cock-knob was aimed at the right angle.
He gripped her by the hips and started to wedge his bulging cock-head into her tiny asshole. The fit was tight and snug, and at first the horny young student didn't think he could bury his prick there.
But Miss Callahan's shit-chute was no stranger to cock - and it had been reamed out by Miss Thompson's huge rubber cock a few times, to boot.
Her ass-ring loosened. Her asshole was already wet from Johnny's licking and sucking, and his cock-knob was greased with spunk and slick with saliva. It vanished with a soft slurp. Johnny's cock-head was by far the widest part of his iron-hard prick, and he knew that if the bulging slab would go in, the rest could follow.
Tugging her by the hips, he arched and ran his cock in carefully, inch by inch. He was looking down in amazement as he saw his huge prick slowly disappearing into that tiny puckered slot.
Bonny was just as thrilled by playing the peeper as Johnny was by the thrill of ass-fucking. She reached behind her own spectacular ass and dipped a finger into her shit-ter, wriggling it around.
It felt good, although she knew it wasn't nearly as lovely as what Miss Callahan was feeling as Johnny's meaty prick inched in.
Then the cheerleader brought her hand back to her mouth and licked her finger, tasting the gamy flavor of her own asshole.
Another prospect was turning her on now as she realized that Miss Callahan was going to have a shit-hole full of jizz to be sucked out, along with the cream in her cunt.
She was hoping that Johnny didn't take too long about getting his nuts off again, because Bonny was getting unbearably hungry - which was only appropriate, since all this action was taking place during the lunch break.
Bonny fingered her asshole and her cunt and sucked her fingers, but she was still very careful not to make herself cream off, just keeping her loins on the boil as she waited to join in the classroom activities.
Johnny paused with two-thirds of his prick bedded up Molly's adorably trim ass. Then with a lurch, he hammered the rest in.
She purred with the perverted pleasure of having an assful of pulsating prick. He held it buried and she wriggled around like a fish on a hook.
Her shit-chute was swallowing and sucking and gulping exactly the way her mouth had done. The boy felt as if he were getting another blow-job - backward.
He worked his cock muscles, making the knob flare and the shaft vibrate. Her shit-chute was slippery. He wondered if his cock was being basted in the creamy load she had drunk down her throat.
"Move, darling! Sock it to me!" she urged.
He tugged back against the clinging suction and his prick slowly emerged, dragging the brown button of her asshole out on the sliding shaft.
He paused with only the big knob in her crack, then hammered it all in again.
Molly kicked at the air and undulated, adoring this hot action, loving to be ass-fucked for the variety of it. As he pumped her ass full, her mouth puffed, as if his thick cock were forcing her wind out as he stuffed her digestive tract from the rear end.
She played with his balls and fingered her asshole as his cock sank in and came out.
Then she began to finger-fuck her cunt and pull at her clit. She dipped three fingers up into her cunt-hole, massaging his prick as it moved in the parallel passage, feeling it throb through the dividing tissue.
He began to ram in harder, shaking her haunches, rattling her pelvis. Miss Callahan was grunting as he plunged in and sighing as he yanked back out.
She hooked her knees over his sturdy shoulders, rolling her ass up higher. Like a contortionist or gymnast or agile acrobat, she performed on his prick.
Pre-cum began to ooze from his piss-hole, trickling at first, then in little jism-jets. The teacher could feel the hot slime soaking her bowels. She could still taste the cum on her tongue and lips so that it felt like she was getting juiced from both ends at once.
She clawed at her cunt and it steamed, filling up like a bowl of cream.
"Fuck my ass, baby! Pound me hard!" she whined. "Drive your cock up to my fucking mouth!"
He whacked in and the solid sac of his cumbags slapped on the roughness of her asscheeks. His cock hissed in and out with steady strokes. But although her shit-tunnel was tight as a mouse's ear, his cock was sliding in and out as smooth as silk, and he knew that there was no danger of skinning his prick in the tiny track.
"Take it! Take my cock!" he rasped. "Yeah - yeah - fill me, darling! Pack the fudge deep up my hot ass!"
Her greedy ass-guts gripped and clutched, gulping on his grinding prick. Her head turned down and she stared at her slim tummy, almost thinking she would see the outline of his stuffer raised up in a furrow.
He was filling her so full she thought that her hips might jump out of their sockets, that he might gag her from within.
"Slime in me, baby!" she gurgled. "Let me feel your hot enema up my ass!"
The youth shook and shuddered. His whole athletic body was convulsing, except for his prick, which kept on pounding in remorselessly.
His balls looked as big and as solid as medicine balls as they rolled against her ass. Then they blew off like a ruptured balloon as he slammed into her shitter.
The cum poured up through the hollow core of his jolting prick in a torrent.
"It's cummin'! Gonna blow!" he wailed.
"Ooooh - yeah - yeah! Flood me!" she gasped.
The boiling oil of his virile balls gushed into Miss Callahan's guts, and she fairly screamed with the joy of that welcome assful.
Her pussy creamed in her hands and her bowels melted on his spurting ass-fucker as Johnny hammered home and spilled off more juice on every thrust.
His legs began to tremble as another dynamic load of jism left him. He shot the last squirt into her shit-chute and flagged, swaying around. He would have collapsed had he not been hung up on his own meat hook, plugged to the socket of her ass.
The sexy school teacher kept on grinding away as she worked off her own cumming and milked the dregs out of his piss-hole. Then she stopped moving and lay back, grinning up at the boy.
How pleased Miss Callahan was that she had started to enjoy pupil prick.
The public school system would never be the same - and her pupil was as pleased as she. He held his spent cock up her, grinding it around for a few minutes. Then he started to withdraw. His cock was finally beginning to soften and shrink, snaking around and bending in her turd-tract. But Miss Callahan's asshole was so tight and so full of pasty goo that the boy was having trouble pulling his prick out against the suction and the sticky groin glue.
It came out as it had gone in, inch by slow inch. His cock-knob stuck fast in her ass-ring and Johnny wondered if they had gotten tied together like mating dogs - if they would still be there, linked inseparably by prick plug and shitter socket, when the class returned for the beginning of the afternoon lessons.
The thought panicked him, for Johnny didn't want to be expelled from school and he sure as hell didn't want Miss Callahan to lose her job, now that he had started taking extra lessons from her.
He jerked back hard and his cock-knob pulled out of her tiny asshole with a slurping sound. Off balance, the young man staggered back. His solid cock was flopping around, turned rubbery now, but still an impressive hunk of meat as it swung before him in a fat coil.
It looked delicious, too, thought Bonny, as she greedily eyed that soiled, ass-flavored prick.
Then she turned her gaze on Miss Callahan with an even more urgent longing.
The teacher's shit-hole was fluttering, open wide. Great lashings of spunk and ass-juice bubbled from her ass-ring and ran both ways through the crack between the cheeks of her ass. Slime streamed into her cunt in one direction and dribbled down onto the top of her desk in the opposing direction.
The nubile cheerleader could contain herself no longer. Watching had been a treat, but now she was so hot she thought her tongue might melt - and she knew damned well it was sizzling in her saliva.
She emerged from behind the row of desks and, bold as brass, approached them.
Johnny and Molly were surprised, to be sure.
But they sure weren't going to be sorry.