Chapter 6
Brigette knew that Johnny would be angry. She sat at home, alone in her one-bedroom apartment. Although she had promised to meet Johnny near the arcade, she was now backing down on her agreement. Brigette just couldn't make herself meet Johnny to suck his cock and fuck him until he hadn't a, drop of spunk left in his balls. There was something about it that was just too lewd and lascivious for her to accept.
So she sat at home, waiting in her most erotic and revealing lingerie, knowing that Johnny would come looking for her. And when he came to her, then she'd give him a blow-job, if that was what he wanted. But he had to be the one coming to her, not the other way around.
The lingerie had been given to her by an old boyfriend. It was made of black lace, with red trimming. The teddy was crotchless and cupless, allowing Bridgette's big, firm tits to slosh freely from her chest, completely surrounded by red lace. The garment actually only covered up Bridgette's stomach, allowing her tits, cunt and ass to be seen and felt at any man's wish. From straps attached to the bottom of the teddy, Brigette kept her thigh-high patterned stockings up.
Sitting on her sofa, a sultry smile played with the librarian's luscious mouth. Johnny would flip the moment he saw her. With her big tits out there for him to see, the round, chocolate-brown areolas open for inspection, topped by hard, tingling nipples, he would spring a hard-on even before he got through the apartment door.
To wait for Johnny, dressed as she was, was the most blatantly cock-hungry thing Brigette had ever done. She thought about Farrah, and how she had said she'd help in calming the troubled waters between the Jocks and the Colts. But in her heart Brigette knew that the only reason she was waiting for Johnny was the fact that she wanted his cock. If some other good came out of fucking his brains out, that was fine. But all Brigette was really interested in was getting her fiery, hungry fuck-hole filled with his big cockpole.
Brigette's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a loud, fast, demanding banging on her door. That would be Johnny, Brigette thought. And by the way he was much more pissed off than she had suspected he'd be for her not meeting him at the arcade.
When Brigette unlocked the door, it burst open with startling suddenness. Brigette was knocked backward, the hard wooden door hitting her left tit, sending her tumbling to the floor.
"What? What's going on?" Brigette squealed, sitting on her ass, looking up into the faces of three very angry and horny high school students.
"Where the fuck were you?" Johnny demanded, towering over the fallen teacher. "You dumb cunt! Do you think you can stand me up and get away with it?"
"Johnny, it's not like that at all! Really!"
Brigette knew her words were falling on deaf ears. The boys were all looking at her tits and cunt, feasting their eyes on her succulent flesh. It was absolutely clear to her that she'd be sucking their big pricks and fucking them until they'd had enough sex to last them a week.
"You're coming with us," Johnny said, reaching down and grabbing Brigette by the arm.
Brigette gasped when she was jerked to her feet. Her 36-C tits bobbled and swayed from her chest, the outlining red and black lace of the teddy drawing attention to feminine mounds of tit-flesh.
"I can't go out there dressed like this!" Brigette tried to twist out of Johnny's grasp, but he was much too strong for her.
Before Johnny, Ed and Frank pushed Brigette out of the apartment, they allowed her to grab her shoes but nothing else. As she walked down the hallway of her apartment building, Brigette could only hope that nobody she knew would open their door and see her. That would be the final indignity, one that she couldn't take.
The evening breeze was warm against Brigette's naked flesh. She heard some wolf whistles, but couldn't tell from whom they'd come from a moment before she was pushed into the back seat of the Cools' Chevy.
"Please, Johnny, don't do this," Brigette said as the car squealed out of the parking lot. Brigette was in the front on the passenger side.
"Start sucking, cunt!" Johnny hissed, pushing himself against the side of the car, exposing his crotch. "Looks like you were ready and waiting for us."
Brigette swallowed the lump in her throat, wishing she knew the right words to say to the boy. "I-I didn't expect all of you, Johnny. I thought you'd come to my apartment alone."
His cruellaughter shocked Brigette. "Don't be a dumb cunt. You'll do all of us if I tell you to . . . and that's exactly what I'm doing right fuckin' now!"
The brunette knew her choices were limited. She could do what Johnny told her to, or she'd get raped. It really made little or no difference if she willingly accepted the commands that were given to her - the final outcome would still be the same.
Trembling slightly, Brigette leaned over in the seat, her tits jiggling as she rested on her elbow, keeping her upper body propped up. She unzipped Johnny's pants and his cock sprang out instantly, the cockhead taut and bullet-shaped, the shaft like a steel pole. His prick was throbbing with lust, needing only Brigette's mouth to provide the added stimulation to bring it that extra fraction of an inch before it reached its full, jaw-stretching, mouth-filling size.
"This is obscene," Brigette whispered, feeling Frank's gaze on her as she prepared to give his buddy a blow-job.
"Hurry up," Johnny hissed. "I ain't got all night, ya know. Frank and Ed gotta get their shot at you, too."
The librarian's hair fell down the sides of her face, hiding her exquisite features as she brought her lips to the rubbery, meaty head of Johnny's prick. She kissed the prick, smacking lightly on the flesh, letting her glossy, painted lips play over the spongy rod so that it wagged about from Johnny's waist.
"Mmmmmm!" Brigette purred, her naked cunt getting hot and moist. She flicked her tongue out, grazing it over the tip of Johnny's prickhead. The cock jerked in response to Brigette's slithering caress.
"Ohhhhh! Lick that cock," Johnny sighed, smoothing Brigette's hair away from her face so that his friend could watch what she was doing to his cock. "Ain't she beautiful? Huh? Ain't she beautiful with my cock in her mouth?"
"You bet, Johnny!" Frank eagerly replied. "Just don't take too long 'cause I've got a prick so hard I think it's going to burst right now."
Brigette listened to the boys' conversation. She felt like a whore, but that didn't bother her all that much. It was strange for her to be giving a blow-job to a boy in the back seat of a moving car while another boy watched everything she did, but the strangeness of it was what really made it exciting for her. Reclining on her side, Brigette raised her left knee, pointing it straight up to spread her thighs, exposing her pussy with the pink petals to Frank.
She slurped, pushing her face down a little further, letting her lips creep over the head of Johnny's cock until they encircled the prickshaft. She held all of his delicious cockhead in her mouth, drawing a firm, tantalizing suction on the meat, allowing her cheeks to sink inward, squeezing the sides of the prick.
"She's got one hell of a fuckin' mouth," Johnny said softly, hoping the Chevy would pull along side another car so the strangers could see that he was getting a blow-job.
Brigette blotted out all the insults, everything Johnny, Ed and Frank said to her. The only thing that concerned her was Johnny's big prick, and pleasing it as much as possible. She bobbed her head and shoulders, sucking several more inches of the meatpole into the cauldron of pleasure that was her mouth.
The horny librarian chewed down the broad shaft of Johnny's cock, nibbling with her lips, sucking hard on the meatpole as it distorted her smooth facial features. She trembled, her nipples elongating, one tit resting atop the other as she squirmed on her side in the back seat of the Chevy.
"Ohhhhhh! Deeper, Miss Mannon," Johnny said.
Brigette's lust was rising, but not so much that she didn't notice what was going on around her. Johnny's tongue had a softer quality to it. Now that she was giving him the blow-job that he so deperately needed, he didn't need to prove how tough he was by ordering her around.
The brunette crooned, gulping the prick into her hot mouth until the hugely swollen cockhead was pressing against her tonsils. Brigette held the cock deep in her face, swirling her tongue against the heavily veined shaft of Johnny's prick while her lips moved in a chewing motion on the cockshaft.
She pistoned her head and shoulders, dragging her hotly sucking lips to and fro over much of the boy prick. Her painted, glossy lips gnawed tenderly, eroticaUy on the shaft. Brigette pulled until the rdge of the cockhead was at her lips, then she whipped the clefted underside of the knob with her tongue while her teeth barely grazed over the lust-hardened flesh.
'HDhhhhhh!" Johnny sighed, leaning back in the seat, his huge, pulsating prick stretching the fly of his jeans.
He could feel the jagged edge of his zipper biting into the base of his fiery prick, but that didn't bother him because the librarian's buttery-soft lips were working lewd, erotic magic on his cock.
As she gave the blow-job, Brigette put her left hand between her obscenely parted thighs. Her cuntlips were puffy with lust, moist with cun-tal fluids. The pink clit at the top of her pussy was hard as a small pebble, itching and tingling madly, hungry for a boy's hot tongue to please it.
"Fucking A!" Frank hissed, watching Brigette play with her pussy. "I never thought she was like this!"
Brigette smiled, despite her lips being ovaled by Johnny's prick. Sure, the boys never thought Brigette Mannon, quiet librarian, was a hot, cock-sucking nymphomaniac. But she was - she was as cock-hungry as any woman or girl at the school, and even though she didn't dress lewdly when she worked, she was still ready to take cockmeat into her body at any time.
Brigette crooned, flicking her tongue against Johnny's piss-hole. She tasted the first drop of pre-cum to tricle from the dehcious prickknob. The salty flavor of his spunk delighted her. She dropped her face down, impaling herself on the prick unil Johnny's mushroomed pricktip smashed hard against the back of her mouth.
Her tits wiggled tautly from her chest. Brigette, her mouth filled with half of Johnny's cockrod, shoved her middle finger deep into her ravenous, needing recesses of her pussy. She rubbed her sizzling, red-hot clit as she thrust her finger to the hilt in her cunt.
When Johnny grabbed one of Brigette's jiggling tits, sinking his fingers deep into the pliable mound, she trembled, glad to have the added stimulation on her already turgid body. Her flesh seemed electrified, all sensations heightened to such an extent that even the most casual of caresses took on astonishingly erotic qualities.
Brigette shifted her position shghtly, pressing her cheek against Johnny's stomach. From the corner of her eyes she could see Frank's face. His eyes were large, eyebrows arched over his eyes as he stared in lusty amazement at the beautiful, big-titted librarian who was dressed so obscenely and sucking cock like it was the best thing she could ever possibly do.
With Frank now having a better view of what she was doing, Brigette really turned it on. She let Johnny's prick shp out of her mouth, then made a lewd spectacle of tonguing his cock as it stood out proudly from the boy's tight-fitting jeans. Brigette kissed the cockhead, smacking loudly so that everyone in the car could hear exactly what she was doing.
"I love sucking cock," Brigette said breathlessly. Though she said the words for the benefit of the boys' egos* in her heart Brigette Mannon knew she was telling the truth.
As Brigette's pink tongue lashed and whipped Johnny's cockhead, her hand was a blur between her legs. She was finger-fucking herself furiously, stabbing her juicy cunt with her middle finger, reaming her fuck-hole out until her palms mashed hard against her cht to send red-hot waves of raw ecstasy rippling through her curvaceous body.
"Miss Mannon . . . you're going to make me cum," Johnny said, his voice rasping and hoarse as he struggled to keep the spunk in his balls. Brigette's lust was building as fast as
Johnny's. She had no intention of allowing his hot, sweet, thick jism to spew from his piss-hole onto the floor of the Chevy. Something as precious as Johnny's cum had to be shot against her tongue, or in her pussy. Brigette just wouldn't allow it-to be any other way.
Opening her red-lipped mouth wide, Brigette captured the head of Johnny's meatpole once again. She bobbed her head quickly, dropping up and down only an inch or two to work her lips over the sensitive ridge of his pricktip. She used her tongue like a weapon, flicking it over the pisshole to hck off the pre-cum the moment it oozed through the huge, long, pulsating tube of the boy's cock.
"Awwwwwwww! Suck meeeeee!" Johnny wailed, his thighs twitching as he lost contrl of his jism.
Brigette had her tongue curled part away around the cockhead when she felt the knob flex, then spew out a thick stream of cum against the roof and back of her mouth. Johnny's cum was hot, salty and gooey, just the way Brigette liked it to be. She swirled the mass of spunk around his cockhead with her tongue while a second and then third mighty, splattering eruption of jism gushed in her mouth. It wasn't until she couldn't hold any more cum and cockmeat in her mouth that Brigette finally swallowed. A pearl-like drop of cum clung to the corner of her mouth as she piston-ed her head and shoulders, no longer finger-fucking her pussy as she centered all her concentration on the bucking, spewing cock that filled her mouth.
Brigette moaned soulfully, dropping down over the rod to take it to her tonsils. A blast of spunk was shot straight down her throat, and she swallowed instinctively to keep from choking on the blobs of salty fuck-cream.
Brigette continued sucking on the prick, nursing it dry until she squeezed the last drops of cream from the tube of Johnny'sprick. As the cockrod got softer, Brigette was able to take more of it into her mouth, nearly capable now of swallowing all of the boy's delicious cockpole.
"That's . . . that's fine for now," Johnny said. There was very little bravado in his voice now. "You can get Frank off next."
Brigettte sat upright in the seat, rolhng her tongue around her lips to hck off what little cum was there. She smiled as best she could at Frank, wondering what kind of stud he'd turn out to be. She was no longer self-conscious about being dressed as she was in the cupless and crotchless teddy. Her clit was too hot for her to care whether the whole damn world watched her fuck - just so long as she had a dick in her pussy, spreading her cuntlips, within the next couple minutes.