Chapter 1
High school counselor Rob Waco sat at his office desk, glancing through the file of the student scheduled to see him next. Trish Stanford, junior, age 16; tardiness was all the information the office had provided. He felt like telling her to not waste his time or her free period and to just try and get to class on time.
Rob did not even feel like looking up when the door opened and closed. But he did and he kept on looking.
His first thought was whether or not she was big enough to take his cock without pain. Balling her seemed the most desirable, natural thing in the world at that moment.
His second thought was her age, but he did not want to dwell on that fact, or that she was a student.
Trish seemed to have stepped from some fantastic sex fantasy, long blond hair framing her lowered face, ripe tits shoving at her thin pullover, firm and unbraed. Hip huggers molded her cunt as greedily as they clung to her uptilted ass. She was small only in the sense that she seemed like a miniature. A miniature sexy, desirable young woman.
Rob's prick was fully erect, raising his slacks like a tent pole under the cover of the desk top.
Trying to keep in control of the lust singing through him, he began reading her file, trying to keep from staring at her voluptuous body. Neither of them heard what he was saying about her tardiness.
Trish's mother had arranged for her to go on the pill two months earlier, but she was still a virgin. Having examined every young man she came in contact with, she had decided that she wanted a married man, a man with experience for her first lay. Rob had topped her list and she had been tardy so that she would have fifty uninterrupted minutes with him in the privacy of his office. She opened her hand and let her books fall to the floor.
He looked up at the sound of pencils rolling across the floor. Looking apologetic, she bent to retrieve the pencils and he watched her crawl around in front of his desk, her pert ass upthrust and inviting in its delectable roundness. She moved toward the desk and he could no longer see her. He wondered if she could see his rock hard prick.
Trish grinned, staring up at the hard thrust of his cock, pleased by its width and length. She moistened her full lips and moved under the arch of the desk, her large tits quivering.
"I've just about got 'em now," she called up to him and reached out to close her slender fingers around the shaft of his cock. Her cunny was pulsing hot and damp, as she flexed and slid her fingers up and down the hot bulk.
Rob nearly jumped up as she grabbed him, but the pleasure of the shock kept him in his chair as she began unzipping his slacks.
"But this is much too big for a pencil," she cooed, her fingers sliding through his pubic hair to clutch the veined column of engorged flesh. "Whatever could it be?" she grinned and worked his cock free, the swollen head a light lavender.
Rob sucked air as her fingertips caressed the texture of the knob, drifting down over the hot twitching of the shaft to pluck his balls from his pants. He gripped the arms of his chair and swallowed hard as he felt her breath hot against the head, the fingers of one hand cupping his balls while the other hand stroked his long trunk.
He told himself that he could lose his job, be put in jail, beaten up, or any number of things. Yet, it somehow seemed beyond worrying now, her soft lips kissing the lips of his prick, the tip of her tongue licking. Hell! He was the one being seduced, or attacked, or whatever. And he was enjoying every moment of it.
Trish closed her lips around the base of the plump bulb with its velvety texture and sucked in on it, her tongue washing over it. Her hands moved up to unsnap his slacks and to pull them down. Her slit was hot and damp, tingling happily as he lifted his hips for her to lower his pants to his ankles. Her tits felt swollen, the nipples aching.
She pulled her top up, slipping her arms free so that the cloth hung around her neck. She reached down and opened her hip huggers, shoving them and the tiny lace briefs down below the blond ringlets of her snatch, the slit showing as a thin pink line. She brought his legs together, letting his flesh press against her nakedness and a humid pulsation purred in her twat, causing her to writhe in his grip.
His lips parted, feeling her breasts moving over the insides of his knees. Her tongue coated his hard prick with saliva as she swirled around the trunk and back to the head, her cheeks pulling in around the head as she sucked harder. He gripped her head in his hands, burying his fingers in her soft hair as vertigo began to engulf his mind. His heart was pounding. He could feel his senses reeling, could feel the come broiling in his balls. Soon he would come in her sweet young mouth, blasting his hot spend down her throat. But if he was going to be in jeopardy, he did not want it to be for just a suck-off. He wanted the real thing, to plunge his throbbing cock up into her sixteen-year-old cunny.
He forced her head back from the spar of his cock and it came free of her mouth with a wet pop. She smiled up into his steady gaze and began to remove his shoes and socks. He tossed away his shirt and jacket as she pulled his slacks and underwear from his ankles.
Trish rose up onto her knees and grazed her fingers through the hair on his chest, sliding her fingernails over his nipples and down over his stomach. He murmured softly into her mouth as he dropped down to meet her. He felt the gentle scrape run over his belly while her other hand caressed his back. He kicked his chair away and they stretched out on the carpet. Their lips brushed and blended, their tongues dueling, sliding over and around one another, their lips twisting together, their breathing hot and quick.
Trish spread both her hands over his stomach, pulling her fingers in and he nipped at her lips. His hands flexed the pliant domes of her ass, working his fingers up into the softness at the top of her thighs, manipulating her loins from the rear. Her head rolled back with a moan and his tongue darted into her ear. Gasping at the ocean-like rumbling that filled her brain, she gripped his cock between her flattened palms, rolling and chafing his hot meat.
He lowered his head and his tongue cut into the hollow of her throat to find the soft valley, rolling the point, his upper teeth cupped over the rise of her shoulder to bite down around his kiss. Her hands clenched into fists around his prick, tugging him toward her. Her back bowed forward, pressing and twisting against his hip as his fingers parted her thighs. She drew her knees up to let him slide into the invitation of her cunt and gripped his sides with her thighs.
He pulled his palms up the curved span of her waist to grasp her tits, molding their soft weights. His stomach sliding over her humid slit, he lowered his lips to the pert nubs of her nipples. She bit into his shoulder as his lips writhed round, his tongue drilling as his hands expanded and contracted around the delicious globes.
Her hands moved over his shoulders and neck, her snatch twisting against his stomach and he flexed and rolled his stomach muscles over the hot press of her pubes. Her thighs clenched, viselike and she caressed the backs of his thighs with the insteps of her feet. He edged her nipple with his teeth and then moved to the other breast, suddenly widening his mouth to take in the succulent dome, his tongue licking at the firm smoothness, his teeth rolling against the silky weight as he sucked and released it, sucked and released, rolling her tit in his mouth. Her feet curled in at the base of his buttocks and her fingers dug into his back.
His hands returned to her ass cheeks, clutching the plush pillows as he slowly began to release her tit. Keeping the suction tight, he let his teeth drag against the escaping softness of her breast till her nipple was between his lips and he continued to pull his head back, stretching the nub out. Trish groaned, her cunt pulsing hotly as he recaptured the tit, his tongue and lips moving like a whirlpool with her soft nipple caught at the center.
He moved her up as he kissed suckingly at her belly. His biceps pressed against the fronts of her thighs as his mouth found the blond crest of her pubic thatch. He clasped the backs of her thighs, his thumbs rolling under her fanny. She bucked at the flicker of his tongue, her hands dropping to clutch at the carpet. She arched up against him as his tongue swept up and down the wet velvet of her slit, tasting her secretions. Then he dove in, sweeping the moistness from the pink outer lips, pressing back the furls and the hood from her clit. He circled it, flicked at the quivering nub and then sucked it into the tight grip of his lips. Trish groaned with lust as his lip-sheathed teeth, gentle yet insistent, began to bob the hot bolt of flesh. Her cunt flexed with passion. She gripped her own tits, digging her fingers into the soft orbs, grinding the erect nipples against her palms.
She bucked in his grip, making unintelligible sounds of carnal need and pivoted free to slide her legs under him. He rolled onto his side, one hand finding her fanny and the other raising her above his mouth, working at her gash and the base of her ass. She slid her fingertips along the sides of his scrotum, breezing over the fine hairs that stiffened with static electricity and her tongue lapped at the head of his cock. He groaned into her snatch as her fingers rolled his root, her mouth suckling at his engorged prod. His flesh was burning, the blood pounding in his head and his mouth was filled with the rich taste of her, his nostrils with the warm musk of her.
She drew her tongue up along the under-side of his shaft and closed her mouth round the lavender bulb, laving the softness with her tongue. She massaged his root between her fingertips and pulled forward to catch his balls in her joined palms. She rolled the heavy eggs of his balls as her fingertips continued to press at the swollen mound. Her hair swept over his stomach and thighs as she took more of his shaft into her suctioning mouth, rolling her teeth over the veined trunk. She could hear him moaning, could hear herself groaning. She was on the verge of screaming at the delicious raptures that flooded her cunny. Her body was twitching with the intense flashes that were mounting, growing quicker and stronger, rising toward an orgasm. She pulled her mouth along his prick, teething on it, bathing it with her tongue, her fingers following his root back till she met the crack of his ass.
He felt her push her center finger up into the pucker of his asshole, sliding up. His face twisted against her twat as his arousal increased and she burrowed up into his rectum, approaching his prostate. He sank his own finger between the full cushions of her fanny, catching his thumb in her slit so that he could caress the membrane between with thumb and forefinger. She groaned with delight, gurgling around the fat head of his tremoring cock as he moved his fingers in and out of her cunt and ass in rhythm with his sucking of her clit.
She began to move her head faster, the circle of her lips flashing up and down his shaft, their bodies quivering together. Her thoughts were blurring, her cunt twitching madly against his face. Her snatch was beginning to contract and expand with convulsions, her secretions flowing down over her buttocks and thighs. Her mouth widened and she lost her hold on his cock, her body quaking as her orgasm began to rip loose. Her hands clawed at the rug, her finger popping free of his ass and her face flashed back and forth amid the cloud of her hair. She tried to cry out, but the sound caught in her throat. Her eyes squeezed closed at the libidinous release that was overwhelming her. And he kept at her, his tongue and lips churning the hard node of her clit. Her head pressed back and her heels dug in as she sought to escape the raging of her orgasm. Slowly, she began to come down little by little, his mouthings easing off. Then, just as she thought she was free, his thumb and forefinger began to pump in and out of her ass and cunt, his other fingers swarming in the wet heat of her snatch, his mouth devouring her clit. She cried out into the carpet, her lips twisting from her teeth as she writhed under an even stronger orgasm.
He rose up on one elbow to smile down at the feverish girl, her tits rising and falling with her ragged breathing, her slit shimmering pinkly in the light. Gradually, she began to relax, moistening her lips and swallowing. Her eyelids flickered open and he slid up between her sprawled legs, removing his hand from her fanny and slit so that his cock could easily slide into her wet quim. She started to speak, but gave it up. Her eyes closed as he lowered himself into her. Her hymen was long ago broken in masturbation. She could feel him growing in her, moving up, sliding higher and higher, moving and expanding, filling her with his throbbing meat.
"Damn! it feels fine," she groaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
He began to flash in and out of her broiling nookie and her eyes widened. She pulled his face down to her and their tongues moved with the pumping of their hips. She churned her hips against the pumping of his cock, feeling the head press against her cervix and then rise to the lips of her snatch. She could feel every hard inch jamming down into her, whirling round, pulling up, screwing down. She made little animal noises of pleasure, her hands clutching at his back.
He raised himself up, lifting her hips from the carpet, holding them for the staccato bursts of his driving prick as he came up onto his knees. She whipped her hips back and forth against him and then heaved herself up from the shoulders. She threw her arms around his neck, landing full on the spike of his cock, driving it deep into her as he sat back on his calves. She muffled a scream against his shoulder, wrapping her legs around him to grind her cunt down on his jabbing length. Their mouths joined in a frenzied writhing of tongues, their loins beating together. She was shaking her hips, her cunt muscles grabbing at him. He rocked his prick from side to side, working it down into the roll of her slit, easing and sliding till he was buried to the hilt. She rotated against him, flattening his head against her womb, splaying the lips and they both gasped in air.
"Come on, babe," she gasped. "Screw that thing in me. Run me through with it! Slide it in, slip it out, slide, slip, shake that snake. In, out, down, down deep, filling me, driving me mad. You're driving me fucking mad!" she groaned.
He pulled her down on him, rubbing her tits over his chest. She continued churning her cunt around his cock as they rolled onto their sides and then over so he was on top again. He drove down and pulled up high, running the top of his shaft along her clit. She clenched her vaginal muscles in short tugs, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. He gripped her ripe tits in his palms and began to slow down, gradually lengthening his movements till he was easing in and out of her wet furrow, stroking her clit longingly. Their breathing began to ease and she blinked up to see him smiling again.
Then he was moving once more, but not all the way in. He ran the top of his shaft up and down over her clit again and again. She bit into her lower lip, her lids closing over moist eyes and the swelling balloon trembled in her cunt, her ecstasies stretching to the breaking point. And then it burst and she gasped, wide-eyed, her body stuttering against him, her head twisting back as her orgasm raged through her.
He dropped down fast, pulling up, drooping, pulling faster and faster till he had regained his speed. She-was caught up, the flash point of her climax extended. His hands went under her ass and his finger slid back up her bunghole. She cried out, thrown forward into the storm of her orgasm. He lifted one of her legs, pressing it up against her body so that he could turn her over, shifting so that he could maintain his piston drive. She rolled onto her belly, pulling her knees up to lift her cunt from the floor, her full ass raised.
His prick came out of her and she gasped, afloat, lost. Then his finger was out of her bunghole and he was sliding up into her rump, lubricated with her vaginal juices. She felt his arms come around her waist and one hand found her cunt, the heel working her clit while the middle finger slid up into her slit. The other hand gloved a tit and she began to shake and quiver, rolling and thrusting her luscious ass cheeks against him.
He came out again, his hand moved and he was swimming up into her cunt again. Out and into her ass. Out and in. Out and in. She screamed into the carpet, muffling the sound.
Her muscle control went and she slid forward onto her belly, gasping. His hands gripped her hips, his shaft flashing in and out of her ass and he cried out, his eyes screwed shut. The veins on his forehead and throat stood out. His arm and shoulder muscles defined themselves with tension. And the lava flow of climax burned scarlet over his mind. He could feel his boiling come erupting from his balls, swarming through his body, breaking through into his cock and spewing down its length to blast up into her, heating her bowels. She trembled and shook at the liquid heat bubbling in her, seeping back down around his cock. His body was spasming against hers, his mouth wide in a silent scream of ecstasy. He gasped at the sensations, his cock twitching out the last of his rich sperm. Then he was tumbling down, falling with her to the carpet, their breathing ragged and heavy.
After a few minutes he slid from her and she rolled into his arms. They kissed gently and he smoothed her hair back from her face.
"What a great first lay," she grinned happily.
"Your first? Jeez, I wonder what you'll be like with experience," he said with surprised awe. "Oh, before I forget, you ought to clean yourself well. Getting it in the cunt after the ass can cause infections."
"Yes, I know," she smiled, caressing his balls in her palm. "Do you think I can get an excuse for being tardy to my next class?" she asked straight-faced.
"Yeah," he laughed, "that teas what I was supposed to talk to you about, wasn't it?"
"And you gave me a great example in not coming too soon," she grinned and kissed his cock.
Darla Waco, Rob's wife, was a tall, lithe woman whose braided hair hung like ebony to the small of her back. Her features were fine, her coloring rich and her eyes were a stunning gold. Her tits were great, firm globes standing proudly from her chest, her hips flared from her slender waist and her ass tilted up like two luxurious cushions above her long and shapely legs. She was an instructor at the same high school as her husband.
Her modest one-piece swimming suit did little to conceal her opulent sexuality.
She stood at the side of the gym pool, watching her students swimming. Her gold eyes glittered as the young arms rose and fell amongst the froth, drawing lightly bound young tits free, the cloth gaping momentarily around the wide variety of breasts. She noted the flashing of their tanned legs and recalled her regular viewing of the girls' naked bodies when they changed before and after P.O. The girls now in the pool were fifteen-year-old sophomores.
"Mrs. Waco?" a timid young voice asked from beside her and Darla turned to smile at Gillian Stanford, Trish's younger sister.
"Yes, Gillian?" Darla smiled at the lush little redhead, one of her favorites.
"I'm having trouble with my stroke. I wonder if you could help me?" Gillian asked, her eyes bright and innocent.
"Of course," Darla smiled, walking alongside the pool with the girl.
Darla admired the way the girl's body just bordered on being plump. Just an ounce more would have been too much, but as it was, her body seemed to be straining to contain her ripening curves, her tits firm peaches, her ass lush globes. They slipped into waist-deep water and the girl swam back and forth to exhibit her deficiencies, but Darla was only aware of her virtues: her delectable body and sweet face. Darla glanced toward the rest of the girls at the far end of the Olympic size pool, oblivious to her and Gillian.
"Yes, I think I see," Darla smiled, standing by the girl. "Here, rest on my arms," she motioned and Gillian moved atop her forearms, the bottoms of the girl's tits pressing them. "Now, continue with your stroking and I'll hold you in place," she directed and Gillian complied, causing her tits to shift back and forth with her movements, caressing her teacher's forearms. Her hips rolled with her kicking, rubbing against the plump mound of Darla's suited cunt, filling it with a warm pulsation that brought a warm flush to the woman's face.
"Is that better?" Gillian asked, glancing up past Darla's large tits to her lidded eyes.
"Yes, but you're ... still hitting at the water. Try to let your arms just slide-in-and-out," she directed huskily.
"I'll try," the girl nodded, shifting her position so that her tits pressed fully against Darla's arm and the heel of her hand.
To keep the girl balanced, Darla was forced to shift her other arm farther back and she found herself in contact with Gillian's hips and loins. She could feel the girl's slit hot against the sensitive flesh of her inner forearm and the pulsing in her own cunt deepened. The swimming motions played Gillian's tits and cunny against Darla's tingling flesh and the woman took a deep breath to maintain self-control and her breasts strained at her suit.
"Yes, uh, I think you've got it down pretty well," Darla forced herself to say and moved to allow Gillian to stand.
"Good," Gillian smiled, turning so that her teacher held her plump tit in her hand for a second and so that her cunt pressed against Darla's other wrist. "But I'm also having trouble kicking when I'm on my back," she said apologetically. "Could you help me with that too?"
"Yes, I-I suppose so," Darla mumbled with a backward glance at the rest of the class.
She turned back to find Gillian lying back in the water, her head lowering toward Darla's half-submerged cunt. Unable to do otherwise without explaining her arousal, she put her hands under the girl's shoulders to provide support. As Gillian began to churn the water with her legs, her head bobbed back to bump gently against Darla's tremoring cunt. Darla bit at her lower lip as the girl's head touched again and again, sending small tremors through the plump swells of her pubes to vibrate her clit. She swallowed hard, hoping she could fend off climaxing or at least disguise it if the girl continued.
Gillian smiled up at Darla's glazed eyes, her red hair floating about her face as she continued to bounce off the woman's snatch. She lifted her arms even with Darla's, drawing her fingers across the woman's silky flesh.
Darla blinked down with a lopsided smile as Gillian dropped her arms outstretched atop the water and she suddenly realized that she now held the girl's sides just under the armpits so that the young tits were again pressed against her inner forearms. The delicate pounding continued against her cunt" which was now wet with her secretions of arousal, her clit erect and burning within the hot throbbings. The girl's arms curled underwater, slipping back so that she could grasp the backs of Darla's knees. Darla almost lost her already precarious balance and Gillian rolled onto her stomach as if to keep from floundering, her face pressing against the humid warmth of Darla's cunt.
Darla suddenly realized that her hands were now filled with the pliant lushness of the girl's tits. She felt as if she was going to faint, weaving slightly in the water as her clit began to throb faster and faster. Gillian's mouth pressed against the cloth of Darla's suit, her teeth dragging over the spot where she guessed the woman's clit to be.
Darla could not keep her eyes focused, or her eyelids raised, vertigo spinning her senses. Glancing back at her unaware classmates, Gillian knelt in the water, her hands moving up under Darla's ass cheeks to steady her. Opening her mouth wide over the prominent mound of the woman's cunny, she bit softly, her tongue rubbing the fabric.
Darla felt the girl's tits pressing against her thighs, felt the girl's fingers pressing into the crotch of her suit, nuzzling the damp coils of her muff to open the burning lips of her cunny. Her mind reeled and she gasped, clutching the girl's shoulders for support as her orgasm exploded within her, her mind flashing as her body shook with the joys raging through her.
Gasping, she gradually began to regain her composure. Looking down at the elfin smile of triumph on the fifteen-year-old face, there was no doubt in her mind that Gillian had seduced her.
Gillian eased her fingers from the woman's cunt and slowly licked away the love juices with a lascivious smile, her pink tongue caressing each joint of her fingers till all the rich fluids were gone. Darla swallowed hard, unsure of what to do, feeling helpless, as if she were the girl and Gillian the adult.
With a flick of her eyes, Gillian noted that her classmates were still busy swimming. Looking back to Darla, Gillian slid her hand into the top of her swimsuit and plucked one of her firm tits free, the pink nipple erect, the areole crinkled from the water. Gillian took Darla's hand and directed it to the exposed breast. Darla knew this was madness, that if they were seen it could mean her and Rob's jobs, that she could be charged with corrupting the morals of a minor-even though it was the other way around. Her fingers closed around the swollen dome of Gillian's tit, feeling the hard nipple dig into her palm. Blocked from sight by Darla, the girl stood in front of her, murmuring at the caress.
"Perhaps you could ... help me some more, after class one day?" the girl smiled, easing her fingers into the deep cleavage of Darla's big breasts. "I do like big titties," she smiled, turning her hand so that she could caress the silky globes and she pinched lightly at the aroused nipple. "One afternoon next week?" Gillian purred.
"Yes," Darla said with a little moan. "Yes, maybe ... I can."
Her fingers tightened around Gillian's tit as the bell rang the end of class. Quickly, their hands left one another's breasts and Gillian's was recovered. The girl fell into the water, back-stroking away and Darla finally turned to follow the other girls into the shower room, wondering at her actions and desires. As the girls showered, she kept finding her eyes holding on Gillian's sparkling glances, at the languid soaping she gave her sweet young tits, at the way the soap frothed the auburn fur of her cunny, the way the plump fanny tilted above the firm thighs. Finally she went into her office, her heart pounding, her body burning with arousal and desire.
She wondered if she could resist meeting with the girl, if she could deny the heat in her cunt. She was glad this was the last class of the week and that she could be with Rob soon, having his loving cock soothing the pulsing of her slit.
Outside the school, Trish stood waiting for Gillian and smiled when her sister appeared, the expression on her face announcing victory.
"Well, did Mrs. Waco pan out?" Trish grinned eagerly.
"We've a date for next week," Gillian smiled. "What about Mr. Waco?"
"He was a great choice for retiring me from the virgins' list," Trish giggled. "A beautiful, big cock."
"You really think they'll tell one another?" Gillian asked as they began to walk toward home.
"Maybe not, but either way we're ahead," Trish shrugged. "How come you don't want to let him have your cherry by himself?"
"I want that to be something extra special," Gillian smiled.
"Is that why you chose Mrs. Waco?"
"Partly. But mainly because I get off on the exhibitionism and risk of putting the make on her out in the open," Gillian admitted. "I'd fuck with him if we could do it on stage during assembly!"
"With the school band playing," Trish laughed. "I'll see what I can arrange."
"You still got your date with Alex tonight?"
"With mom and dad and Don being away at Uncle Bob's for the weekend? You bet. And what about your date? I am going to have the house to myself, aren't I?"
"Yeah, you get to fuck away with Alex," Gillian nodded.
"If you're not ready to fuck, why're you bothering going out?"
"I can still get off on being eaten and on giving head," Gillian shrugged. "Besides, once I've done it, I want to have an idea of the lay of the-land?" She grinned.
"Okay," Trish laughed. "Long as I get ol' Alex's whang tonight."
"What about tomorrow and Sunday morning?" Gillian asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "We'll have the house to ourselves then too."
"Yeah," Trish grinned. "Well, we'll just have to see what comes up-or down," she laughed.