Chapter 13
Bonny came out from behind the row of desks, grinning in happy anticipation. Johnny and Miss Callahan gulped when they realized that the cheerleader had been there all the time, watching them. But they could see that she did not disapprove in the slightest.
And she didn't waste any time.
The black-haired bombshell was already stripping her clothing off as she approached the front of the room. Her big tits came out. Then she dropped her skirt and walked out of it.
Johnny, who had fucked her in the past, greeted Bonny with a grin - and the school teacher was every bit as happy that another student had shown up.
Johnny's overworked prick was looped out from his groin in a fat parabola, not gone completely soft but no longer like an iron bar.
Bonny knelt down in front of him.
His prick stirred. She rubbed her cute little nose against the slimy cock-knob, sniffing the tantalizing fragrance of a prick that had just been jizzing into a shit-hole, with traces of pussy-nectar still lingering, too.
Her tongue flicked out, tasting.
She slurped his rubbery cock into her mouth and sucked on the flavorsome meat with relish.
It began to swell and ripple as the potent youth started to build yet another erection.
Bonny nursed on the cock delicacy, savoring all the blended flavors of cock and ball-meat, asshole and pussy, cum and cunt-juice. The boy's prick was like a blue-plate special prepared by a French chef.
It got bigger and harder and he began to hump, fucking into her mouth.
But then she pulled away.
The cock-sucking cheerleader knew that if she continued to mouth his prick much longer, it was going to turn into a full fledged blow-job and, as much as she loved milking off a prick and gulping down the goo, she was more interested in Miss Callahan, at the moment.
Bonny had been looking forward to eating pussy for ages, and this was her first opportunity. She wasn't about to let a cock, especially such a familiar cock as Johnny's, stand in the way of cunt-lapping.
She kissed his cock-head and gave him a smile and a wink, implying that she would deal with his delectable cock in due course. Then she turned toward the school teacher and they looked at each other significantly.
Miss Callahan was still laid out on her desk with her knees lifted and her ass up and her thighs parted to show her pussy.
"Are you bi, Miss Callahan?" Bonny huskily whispered, licking her lips.
"You betcha, baby," the teacher said.
"I - I never sucked a cunt - but I sure as shit wanna tongue-fuck you," Bonny moaned.
Molly Callahan whimpered at the prospect. She always enjoyed a female face and liked dildo-fucking with Miss Thompson, too, but the knowledge that Bonny's mouth was virgin thrilled her more than if the girl had been an experienced cunt-lapper.
Bonny moved toward the teacher. She had her eyes glued on Miss Callahan's cunt, and Miss Callahan had her gaze fixed on Bonny's eager lips, and Johnny moved closer, keen to watch some lesbian love-making.
None of them were looking at the door.
So they didn't see that door open and two excited faces peer in.
For much the same reason, neither Gloria nor the lewd librarian realized that a fascinated fiance happened to be standing behind them in the school corridor, bringing up the tail end of a visual daisy chain.
This was some chain of events!
Bonny got to her feet, her heavy tits swinging saucily, the rosy tips standing out like chewy gumdrops from the globes.
Cum was dribbling out of Miss Callahan's asshole and Bonny figured that an anal appetizer would make a lovely introduction to the feast, a tangy first course to start the hearty meal.
Bending down, she ran her nimble tongue up through the richly flavored crack of Miss Callahan's ass a few times, slurping up the cum that had trickled down. Then she began to lick out the teacher's asshole.
"Ooooh - yummy!" she moaned.
Johnny's cock was rising in a series of short, sharp jolts as he saw the cheerleader suck ass. He knew how delicious Miss Callahan's shitter was, himself, to be sure - but watching a girl taste the teacher's ass was a thrill. He knew that Bonny wasn't a lesbian, having fucked her ass off more than once, and it confused the naive youth to see that she was as enthusiastic about a woman as she was about a guy, but he wasn't going to ask any questions.
It was exciting Gloria and Miss Thompson, as well, but unlike Johnny, they both understood exactly what a treat the cheerleader was savoring.
And, on the far end of the chain, Keith Jackson was getting a tremendous hard-on and wondering what on earth was going on in his fiancee's classroom?
"Ahhhhhhh - suck my shitter, Bonny - " Miss Callahan moaned, wriggling her butt about sensually.
Bonny put her lips to the socket and sucked Johnny's asshole-flavored jizz out with joy. Her tongue was probing so deep that it seemed to be licking as far up the teacher's guts as Johnny's prick had reamed.
"Yeah, Bonny! Eat ass! Suck my spunk up!" Johnny encouraged her.
Bonny moved higher and sucked on Miss Callahan's tit-tips, then kissed her on the lips, sharing the taste of cum and fudge-hole.
"I love you, Miss Callahan,'' she purred.
"Suck my cunt, darling!" the blonde teacher moaned, more interested in licking than loving.
Bonny kissed her way back down Miss Callahan's slender, shapely torso. The teacher rolled her ass down a bit and spread her thighs, tilting her cunt up as if she were serving it on a hairy salver.
Bonny's face poised over her pussy.
She breathed in the fumes of that steamed pudding of a pussy, driving herself crazy with hunger. Miss Callahan's cunt was open in a wide oval and her clit was jutting out like a stump in a swamp.
Bonny brushed her nose on the clit.
She flicked her tongue against it, making the swollen bead vibrate and flare.
She spooned into Miss Callahan's cunt-slot with her tongue, slurping out cunt-cum and jizz.
Eating cunt was even better than she had expected it to be, the reality surpassing her dreams, the thrill greater than the cheerleader had ever imagined it would be. It did nothing to diminish her taste for cock. It just added another element to her arsenal of pleasures.
She tongue-fucked in and sucked gluttonously on the open pussy, drinking the juices down by the mouthful. She held the trim teacher's ass and lifted her loins and dined in her delicious pussy. Like a camel at an oasis, Bonny was drinking to excess - just in case she might not get another cunt to suck soon enough to suit her.
Of course, with two bisexual spectators at the door, she didn't have to worry about that.
She wallowed in Miss Callahan's cunt and groveled in her pussy. She licked, then sucked, then did both at the same time.
"Cum, Miss Callahan! Cream me!" she whimpered. "Melt in my fucking mouth!"
Her lips were stuck to Miss Callahan's cunt like a limpet to a mossy rock as she sucked and swallowed in pussy-eater's paradise.
Johnny was enjoying the show, but his prick was as hard as a rock again and he couldn't bear to wait. He stepped up behind the cheerleader. She stood, her knees slightly bent and her ass hiked up. Johnny held her by the supple hips and wedged his prick into her fuck-hole from behind, in the standing back-skuddle position.
He rammed it all up her, tilting her ass up on the driving thrust and making her squeal delightedly into Miss Callahan's cunt.
Johnny was up her so deep that Bonny thought his cock might come out of her mouth and slip into Miss Callahan's cunt - that he would be fucking the teacher via the conduit of Bonny's body.
Johnny pounded up her pussy and Bonny's tongue shot up Miss Callahan's cunt-hole as if it were a chain reaction, some secret clockwork mechanism driving her tongue by the rhythm of his prick.
It was too much for the watchers.
They exchanged a glance of tacit understanding and walked into the classroom.
On a day like this one, no one was very surprised to be joined.
But Keith Jackson was sure as hell surprised when he, in turn, took his place at the classroom door and saw who was at the head of the class - and what she was doing. He gasped. He thought that he should be jealous and hurt and outraged.
But he wasn't.
He was only horny.
In a flash, he understood why Clyde Tucker didn't mind if his wife got fucked on the dance floor - and he decided it might be a good idea to take Molly dancing, as well. If his adorable fiancee was into orgies, it was going to be just fine and dandy with Keith.