Chapter 2
"You know this is positively insane," Brigette Mannon said over the telephone. "I can't imagine how you're going to do it."
"Not me," Farrah's voice came through over the small speaker. "Us! I'm enlisting you to help me.
Brigette sighed. She'd sucked off Principal Bradley before and knew what kind of wild thrills his cock could give a woman. Still, it was hard to believe he'd assigned Farrah the task of ending the problems between the Cools and the Jocks. And now that gorgeous, long-legged blonde was telling Brigette that she was supposed to help.
"I think it is ridiculous," Brigette said, leaning back in her bed and blowing smoke rings. We'll both get canned from the school."
"Don't worry about it. As long as we calm the troubled waters - "
"And keep Principal Bradley's prick nice and happy."
Brigette could hear Farrah laughing softly on the other end of the connection. She knew what kind of horny wench the beautiful physical education teacher was.
"Yes, and keep Bradley's prick in our cunts or mouths, we'll be fine."
Brigette kicked her feet over the edge of the bed.
"Let me have a chance to sleep on it. I'll give you an answer in the morning."
When Brigette hung up, she went straight to the small dressing table in her bedroom and looked at herself.
She was beautiful and she knew it. There wasn't any arrogance or conceit in the realization - it was merely an accurate assessment of her physical charms. She had ebony hair that came down just past her shoulders. The soft, shimmering curls of her hair she usually parted down the center of her head. Her eyes were large and dark brown, filled with raw sexuality and amusement. Her lips were full, made for kissing and sucking cock.
Brigette Mannon's body was a sculptured piece of truly feminine art. She stood five-eight and had a 36C-24-36 figure that looked magnificent in almost any thing she wore. Brigette's areolas were round, chocolate-brown, like candy, with nipples just waiting to be sucked on by a man or woman.
In short, Brigette Mannon was a sexy woman, and though she spent her days as a librarian, there were those students who knew the mild-mannered librarian could suck cock as well as anyone around.
She picked up a brush from the table and ran it through silken jet-black tresses. From a drawer in the table Brigette withdrew a white, lacy garter belt with matching white silk hose. From another drawer the hot-blooded woman took out a sheer white bra and white bikini panties.
"These should do for starters," Brigette murmured to herself, rolling the stockings up her succulently tapered legs.
When Brigette was finished putting the garments on, she inspected herself in the mirror. The bra was so sheer her circular areolas could easily be seen. The smooth, caressing fabric of the bra made her nipples tingle and they were poking out proudly, almost defiantly.
Her eyes scanned lower, to the apex of her thighs. She could see her dark, triangular patch of cunt hair puffing out the panties. A few errant wisps of black hair peeked through the leg hold of the bikinis, making Brigette smile.
The lace garter belt encircled her waist, with two straps running down each leg, fastened to the tops of her white silk stockings. Brigette's smile broadened. She looked ravishing - and she felt the need to be ravished.
She went to her closet, looking for a dress to wear. Nothing seemed to exactly fit the mood she was in. Looking in the corner of the room, she saw the navy blue car coat she'd neglected to hang up after coming home from school.
"Impossible," she mumbled to herself. "Not even a cock-sucker like myself would do that."
She returned to the dressing table and applied fresh make-up. After eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick and perfume, Brigette picked up the coat and put it on. She buttoned it up and looked at herself in the mirror one final time. The bottom of the coat just barely covered the tops of her stockings. If she should sit down or bend over, anyone behind her would get a breathtaking, mouth-watering display of her ass.
Brigette found the Cools - Ed and Frank Samuels, and the boy called Johnny - at the video arcade, right where she knew they'd be. After all, they were the Cools and made most of their spending money by playing video games and betting on them with the other boys around them. And the Cools just didn't lose. It was as simple as that.
The big-titted librarian waited in her car until one of the boys - Johnny - came out. He went straight for the souped-up, mint-condition 1959 Chevy. Brigette guessed he was going to take a slug from the bottle undoubtedly stashed inside the car.
She leaned out the window of her car and waved her hand just enough to get the boy's attention. "Hi, Johnny!" she called, glad there wasn't anyone else around on the street. "What are you up to tonight?"
"Hey, Miss Mannon, what you doin' around these parts?"
Johnny walked up to the car, and looked in. The sight of Brigette took the breath from his lungs. Her coat was partially unbuttoned and he could see the lace cups of her bra, along with a succulent cleavage of tit flesh. Below that, he could see her thighs almost all the way up to her cunt. It surprised the boy - who was seldom surprised by anything.
"I thought I might finally get a chance to ride in that fancy car the Cools are so proud of. What about giving me a ride?"
"Count on it," Johnny replied quickly.
Brigette wrapped her arms around Johnny's neck, giving his hands room to roam about her body. She parted her lips, accepting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, nibbling lightly on it as his hand slipped inside her coat to cup her luscious right tit. Even through the fabric of her bra, his hand felt warm on her tit. The nipple was hard as a rock, aching to be pinched and fondled.
"Mmmmmm!" Brigette sighed, turning her face away from Johnny to have him kiss her perfumed neck. "That's feels nice, Johnny, real nice."
Johnny squeezed Brigette's tit, his fingers digging into the pliable mound, the nipple burning a hole in his palm. He bared his teeth and nipped the librarian's neck, biting her almost hard enough to be painful. He couldn't believe he was actually parked at Lover's Point, necking with the gorgeous librarian, feeling her tits!
"You're something else," Johnny said huskily, his prick throbbing inside his pants. "You always go out without any clothes on?"
"Shut up, Johnny. I don't want to talk. I'm not in the mood for it."
Brigette did not fight against the boy when his hand went down to her knee. The contact made a shiver pass up her spine. She spread her knees and the coat pulled up higher, exposing her bikini panties. Johnny's hand moved slowly over the silk, sliding along the feverish flesh of her thigh until he felt her cunt through her panties. The panties were moist at the crotch with pussyjuice.
"What a cunt," Johnny said softly, his lips nuzzling Brigette's earlobs. "You're a hot one, all right, real hot!"
Brigette quivered, sitting in the front seat of the old Chevy. Initially she had started out to seduce the boy so that he might use his influence as the leader of the Cools to stop the fighting with the Jocks. But now all she was concerned about was getting her seething pussy filled with hard, young cockmeat.
The fingers were rubbing against her clit, making the pussyjuice ooze more freely from her hungry cunt. The silk panties slid over her clit and burning cuntlips, a soft caress in contrast to the hard fingers. Brigette kissed Johnny again, this time invading his mouth with her tongue. She danced her tongue over his, wanting to feel his cock shoving deep into her fiery pussy.
When Johnny's hand moved away from her cunt, Brigette was about to protest. But then she felt his hand at her coat, unbuttoning it, and she knew better things were about to happen.
"What a fucking body," Johnny sighed, opening Brigette's coat.
A floodtide of pride swept over Brigette Mannon. She loved it whenever a young stud like Johnny complimented her body. She was twenty-five and in the middle stages between full, womanly maturity and the rosy innocence of her teenaged years.
Brigette leaned forward and Johnny helped her take the coat off. She tossed it into the back seat, twisting in the front seat and leaning against the door to let the boy see everything she had.
Slowly, teasingly, Brigette brought her hands up her body until she cupped her full, tumid, C-cup tits. She squeezed the tits, making the creamy mounds of feminine flesh billow out the tops of the bra's cups invitingly.
"I want you, Johnny," Brigette said in a sultry purr. "Tell me what you want."
"A blow-job ... for starters," the boy replied.
Brigette's dark-brown eyes were glowing with lust. She pushed her fingers through her hair, smoothing the ebony tresses away from her face. Some of her lipstick was smeared off now but her lips were still red and pouting.
She reached behind her back to get to the clasp of her bra. The move pushed her tits out even harder against the cups and Johnny did not resist the temptation to reach out and squeeze both tits. Brigette sighed, rolling her head back on her shoulders as his hands worked over her sensitive tits, pinching the nipples. When she unclasped the bra and pushed the straps down her arms, her huge, milky tits bobbled from her chest, the areolas dark, the nipples extremely hard and tingling.
"If it is a blow job you want, that's what you'll get," Brigette said, rolling her tongue lewdly around her mouth. "But don't cum in my mouth. I want you to fuck me, lover boy. Don't you forget that. I want your cock stabbing into my cunt!"
"Count on it," Johnny said quietly. He leaned back against the door, kicking his long legs out on the passenger side floor. "Now start sucking, Miss Mannon."
Brigette shook her shoulders a little, sending her tits in motion. She thought about taking off her panties, but decided that Johnny might want to do that himself when he wanted to fuck her. She didn't want to deprive him of anything.
Brigette shifted in the front seat until her weight was all on her left asscheek. She leaned forward, pressing her elbow in the seat and slowly pulled down the zipper of Johnny's tight-fitting jeans. It was dark in the car and she couldn't see exactly how big his prick was, but her fingers told her he had a mighty cock that would surely fuck her into cumming.
"I love sucking cock," Brigette cooed lustily, opening up Johnny's jeans. "I really get off on it."
When she worked his half-hard meatpole out the fly of his pants, Brigette gasped. Johnny's prick was a full eleven inches long - damn near as big as Principal Bradley's enormous cock! Though Brigette didn't like to admit it, she was a size queen, enjoying big cocks far more than smaller ones.
Brigette inhaled deeply, catching the mouthwatering aroma of Johnny's cockpole. She loved the smell of a boy's prick almost as much as she enjoyed the taste and feel of it sliding in and out of her hot mouth.
Curling her fingers around the shaft, Brigette felt her cunt tighten. Johnny's cock was bigger than what she had hoped for, a towering column of youthful prickmeat that filled her hand and would, in time, fill her mouth and pussy.
"You're big," she murmured, but the words were muffled because her lips were already touching the spongy head of Johnny's cock.
Brigette flicked her tongue out as she began pumping on the broad shaft of Johnny's prick. The hot, salty taste of the cock pleased her taste buds. She lapped slowly, taking her time as she rolled her tongue around and around the flared, throbbing pricktip.
"So big! So delicious!" Brigette cooed, her warm breath passing over the crown of the cockpole.
As she licked the cockhead, Brigette's big tits hung beneath her, the ultra-sensitive tip-tips grazing against the seat cushion. Her satin panties were pulled up tight to her crotch, pressing firmly against her lust-swollen cuntlips. Her clit was pulsating, begging for attention.
Brigette let the head of Johnny's magnificent prick slowly part her lips. She opened her jaws wide to accommodate the gigantic cockhead. As soon as the ridge of the pricktip slipped between her lips, she swiped at the knob with her tongue while her ruby red lips kneaded and massaged the cockshaft.
"Ohhhhh! Suck me, baby!" Johnny groaned, the appreciation he felt at the beautiful librarian for giving him a blow-job obvious in his tone.
Brigette closed her eyes. She couldn't see anything anyway because only the moonlight filtered through the windows, and being as low in the front seat as she was, there wasn't any light to see Johnny's beautiful column of muscle.
When Johnny shifted in the front seat, Brigette helped him so that his legs were on either side of her body. She was nearly curled into a little ball on the floor of the old Chevy as she slowly and tantalizingly brought her lips up and down over the boy's throbbing prick.
As she sucked, filling her mouth with Johnny's cock, Brigette stroked his huge, oval-shaped prickshaft. The cock was hard as a steel pole, and each time her tongue flicked against the underside of the pricktip, Brigette could feel the prick throb powerfully with lust.
"Mmmmmmm!" the brunette crooned, dropping her face down.
The mushroomed tip of Johnny's cockrod rubbed against the roof of her mouth, spreading her lips. A salty drop of pre-cum slipped from the piss-hole, only to be immediately licked off by the librarian's dancing tongue.
Brigette removed her mouth from the cock. She brought her hand up to the pricktip, getting her palm moist with the spit she left behind. Once her hand was lubricated, Brigette jerked on the cock, working her hand from Johnny's pants to the crown of his throbbing column of teenaged prickmeat.
"Ohhhhhh! Awwwwww!" Johnny sighed, his balls tingling from the feel of Brigette's hand on his prickpole.
He squirmed in the front seat of the Chevy, trying to remain calm while the exquisitely beautiful brunette with the succulently rounded tits gave him a hand-job. Looking down, all he could see was the inky swirling mass of her hair around his waist.
Brigette continued sucking on the giant-sized prick until she was certain it had grown to its full, jaw-stretching size. Then, letting the cock slip out of her mouth with a loud popping sound, she sat upright in the seat.
"Lick my cunt," the librarian instructed.
Brigette was giggling like a teenager as she pushed her legs out at Johnny, one foot over the back of the seat, the other on the column of the steering wheel. Johnny twisted in the seat as Brigette suddenly realized there wasn't any way he could pull her panties down with her legs spread so far apart.
"Just a minute," she said, then was shocked when the boy shredded her panties, ripping them from her ripely curved hips easily. She felt the material digging into her hips briefly before the silk tore.
"I can't wait!" Johnny hissed impassionately.
The big-titted wench's eyes fluttered, then closed as she felt Johnny's hands on her silk-encased thighs. The next thing she felt was his tongue - hot and wet and stiff - spreading the fiery lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Brigette sighed, the window against the back of her head forcing her chin to her chest.
Brigette gave herself totally to the hot, lusty emotions going through her. To have a young, teenaged boy tonguing her pussy made her feel incredibly sexy. Each time his tongue swiped across her clit, blazing lust made her body jerk and quiver. Her tits bobbled on her chest, spread slightly from gravity, the nipples hard and throbbing.
"Lick meeee!" Brigette begged, not caring if people in nearby cars could hear her.
As she felt the hot, slithering tongue push deep into her cunt, Brigette began to wonder what would happen if somebody came to investigate the old Chevy. The people in the cars at Lovers' Point were most likely students at the high school, and they would certainly recognize her.
Whatever fear of exposure Brigette had vanished when she felt Johnny shove his finger into her cunt as he nibbled on her budding, juicy clit. The boy shoved his finger full-length into her pussyhole with one long plunge.
"Ohhhhh! Lick it!" Brigette purred. "Bite my clit, lover boy! Suck on it!"
The brunette got her reward immediately. Johnny was quite a stud, despite his few years, and he knew what to do when he put his mouth on a hot pussy. First she put her hands on his head, forcing his mouth to mash harder against hat turgid cuntlips. Then, when Johnny shook his head to indicate he wanted complete freedom, she grabbed the milky, jiggling mounds of her tits. Her first finger and thumb rolled the nipple of each tit, sending tingles jolting through her.
"Deeper! Stick your tongue in me deeper!" Johnny shoved his tongue into her seething cunthole, licking out the pussyjuice. Each time he reached her lust-hardened clit, he whipped it with his tongue.
The librarian's legs twitched, her high-heeled shoe tapping against the windshield. She released her tit just long enough to crank the handle of the old Chevy, lowering the window. Her head was on the door. Opening her eyes, Brigette saw the stars shining overhead. Everything was glassy, glazy, her eyes misted over with rampaging lust. "Ohhhhhh!" she sighed. Johnny tongued the woman's clit and withdrew his middle finger from the squeezing embrace of her pussy. He put the slick digit against Brigette's asshole, rubbing the rear opening to make it wet with her pussyjuice.
"W-what are you doing?" Brigette gasped, her breath coming in quick, short gulps. "Relax . . . just relax." Johnny's words hardly registered in Brigette's brain. She felt his tongue rolling around her tingling, fiery clit, working the pussyjuice to flow more freely from her pussy. At the same time she felt him start to push his finger into her ass. She wanted to protest, but Brigette was too close to cumming to do anything much more than mumble incoherently.
It felt odd to have her asshole fingered while a hot, probing tongue explored the depths of her cunt. Brigette had been ass-fucked before, but it still was a little tender having her bunghole reamed out with Johnny's finger. He shoved into her until his fist slammed hard against her taut, quivering, warm asscheeks.
"You're going to make me cum," Brigette sighed, feeling her insides turning over as the rising inferno of seething desire swept her away.
Johnny wasn't the most handsome boy in school, but he had no trouble getting girls. As soon as they found out how great he was at licking cunt, he practically had girls lined up around the corner begging him to tongue their young, hot pussies.
"Johnny!" Brigette gasped, jerking and twitching in the front seat of the Chevy, her head out the window as the slick waves of girl-cum began splashing out of her cunt.
Johnny shoved his tongue into her pussyhole until his nose was jammed hard against her clit as the juicy eruptions of girl-cum gushed out. He tongued furiously, trying desperately to drink every single drop of feniinine oil that sluiced from the librarian's overheated cunthole.
"Ieeaaahhhhh! Johnny! Ohhhhh! I'm cummingggg!"
Her eyes fluttered as she soared in the afterglow of her fantastic orgasm when Brigette felt the tongue being removed from her pussy. She wanted a moment to just rest and relax, but she knew the boy wouldn't give her that.
"Wait a minute," Brigette sighed. "Just give me a couple minutes, okay?"
"No way, Miss Mannon!" she heard Johnny say. "I've got a cock that's been waiting too long already!"