Chapter 14

Gloria and Miss Thompson took their clothing off. Bonny kept on sucking Miss Callahan's cunt and Johnny kept on tossing a knee-trembler into Bonny, but they had slowed the pace a bit now, waiting for the newcomers to get linked up in this carnal chain.

Gloria knelt down behind Johnny and began to lick and suck his heavy cumbags as they came swinging back between his thighs. She ran her tongue up the crack of his ass and reamed out his shit-hole, then sank back down to do some more sucking on his balls, savoring the nutty goodness of the cum-bloated bags.

Miss Thompson had had the foresight to bring her rubber prick along - she seldom went anywhere without it, as a matter of fact - and now she strapped the huge cock to her shapely loins and knelt down behind Gloria.

Grasping the teenager by her smooth hips, she fitted the dildo into her cunt and shoveled it up. Gloria squealed on a mouthful of ball-meat. The librarian began to throw a doggy-fuck into her with the rubber prick.

Gloria wriggled and squirmed, humping her ass up and down as Miss Thompson slogged the huge cock into her cunt with steady strokes.

Bonny's tongue shot up Miss Callahan's cunt-hole and Johnny's prick rammed into her pussy while Gloria rimmed his asshole and Miss Thompson flogged away in the redhead's creamy fuck-chute.

It was like a train, thought Keith.

His fiancee was the locomotive and four box cars were churning away behind her.

But a train needed a caboose.

And Keith walked into the classroom.

"Oh, dear!" Molly Callahan cried, blushing with shame and trembling with dismay. "Darling, I - I just got carried away. I hope you aren't going to take me to task for this little episode."

Keith was grinning fiendishly.

"Take you to task? Hell, no! I'm gonna take you dancing, baby," he said.

Molly didn't understand what he meant.

She soon would - but that came later.

First there was a train to be finished.

Keith dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. His cock loomed up, throbbing savagely, and his cumbags were as big as bowling balls.

He knelt behind the librarian.

Miss Thompson was kneeling upright as she jammed the dildo into Gloria doggy-fashion. In that position, her cunt was not readily accessible to Keith.

But her asshole sure was.

He had been gazing admiringly at her trim ass as she fucked away. The asscheeks were parting each time she shagged into the redhead, exposing her shit-hole, and it was a most inviting sight.

He grasped his iron-hard cock by the hilt and nudged the head into her crack. He whipped it up and down a few times, then angled it up her shit-hole.

She glanced back, flustered.

"I - errrrr - I don't like men," she said.

"Just make believe that I'm a dyke in drag, baby," he rasped. "Just pretend that this is a big rubber prick in your fucking ass."

Miss Thompson thought about that.

"What a good idea!" she cried.

And as Keith began to sink his flesh and blood prick into her tight asshole, the librarian decided that maybe she did like men, after all.

She shoved back to meet him.

Her shit-chute was snug, but it had been well-buggered many times by her dildo and

Keith was having no trouble getting his throbbing cock buried.

Inch by inch, the enormous prick sank in, and with a jolt, he went in balls-deep.

The caboose was coupled.

The train chugged along in perfect harmony, running smoothly on randy rails. Bonny kept on sucking on Miss Callahan's sopping pussy and Johnny continued to throw his prick into her pussy, while Gloria sucked out his asshole and mouthed his balls and Miss Thompson dildo-fucked her doggy-style and, at the tail end of the train, Keith plowed up the librarian's fudge-chute.

Molly and Keith, soon to be man and wife, stared at each other from opposite ends of the linkage, sharing a loving intimacy. She had been a bit worried that, once she was wed, she would no longer get as much fun out of life as in her sordid and promiscuous past. Now she realized that her devoted fiance shared her tastes and that it would be a very happy marriage.

It was just as if he was fucking her right now - except there just happened to be four other naked bodies joined together between them.

Bonny whimpered when she felt Miss Callahan start to cum in her mouth. At the head of the class, the teacher was juicing off first, setting an example.

Bonny drank deeply and sucked for more.

As the cunt-cum poured down her gullet, her clit sparked and her pussy began to foam on Johnny's steadily shagging prick, melting on the cock.

She felt as if the pussy-nectar she was swallowing were running right through her shuddering body and pouring back out of her cunt.

Then Johnny blew his wad off, following the proper sequence in the train. His fuck-juice foamed up into Bonny's cunt in geyser after geyser. The raven-haired cheerleader felt as if her nubile body was being inflated, pumped up via her pussy, filled from her mouth.

As Johnny drained off, Gloria was sucking on his exploding balls. It thrilled her so much to feel his balls empty that she began to cream on the dildo.

Miss Thompson hammered it in, her slim belly slapping on the curve of Gloria's ass. And as the librarian sank her rubber prick into the redhead's cunt, she was getting an assful of real cock that was driving her wild. It was better than any dildo. It was hotter and it throbbed and, best of all, it was full of jizz.

"Shoot up my shit-hole!" she cried.

In the reverse of the other females involved, Miss Thompson had turned bisexual on the spot. She would still adore pussy, certainly, but she was going to take on a whole lot of men now, too.

Keith howled like a wolf.

Throwing his head and shoulders back, he pounded in and his cumbags erupted. The steaming enema of his thick fuck-juice spilled into the librarian's bowels, giving her a thrill no rubber cock could ever do.

She was filled with jizz and with joy.

Now they were all creaming off at the same time and they kept on creaming.

Time had no meaning for them, in the intensity of their five-way cumming.

And they didn't hear the bell ring to summon the students back to class.

In twos and threes, the pupils returned from their free period and walked in - and stopped dead in their tracks, gaping at the scene.

Schoolbooks dropped from stunned hands.

Every single male student got a hard-on.

The girls' nipples shot out and they licked their lips and their cunt-juice began to flow like fountains down their trembling thighs.

Through glazed eyes, Molly Callahan saw that her pupils had assembled. The other five lovers were all facing away from the class, fucking away in blessed ignorance that they were being observed.

Molly thought fast.

"Errrrr - this isn't what you think it is, children," she said. "I mean, it's not an orgy or anything naughty like that. It's errrr - advanced sex education one on the new curriculum."

The students nodded in understanding.

They knew that they hadn't signed up for this class, but that must just have been a mistake on their transcripts. Now, knowing that it was all right, the kids began to pair off. The whole class stripped naked and began to do their homework with enthusiasm.

Boys fucked girls and girls sucked boys' pricks and a couple of adventurous young ladies began to study the art of eating pussy.

The train rumbled on and eventually ground to a halt. Miss Callahan shuddered with a final spasm. Bonny drank it and creamed one last time on Johnny's cock as he spurted his last wad into her. Gloria drained on the rubber cock and Miss Thompson had a spectacular cumming as Keith filled her shit-chute with his spunk.

Then they uncoupled and clustered around the desk, watching the students fuck and suck.

School would never be the same.

And Molly Callahan, at the head of the class, knew that this new education was going to be very popular. The truant officer would lose his job - because no student would ever again skip school.