Reckless A Serial Erotic Novel in Installments by David Lawrence (firstname.lastname@example.org) Chapter 1 - The Mistake "But Gilbert," she crooned seductively into his ear, "if you don't cum in my pussy I won't be happy." "But I don't want to get you pregnant." the boy said. His cock was buried deeply inside one of the sexiest girls in the senior class, Kristy Whitman, and he was not only just a sophomore but also a virgin. She had asked him out, and they wound up in Lover's Lane on their first date. They were in the back seat of her car, with her on her back with her skirt pushed up and panties around one ankle, him with his pants below his knees. "But it feels good doesn't it?" she whispered into his ear. She could have told him she was on the pill and there was no danger, but it was more fun to get him to cum in her against his better judgement. "Yes it does. It feels so good." He held his cock still, fearing that if he moved it much he would cum. A few girls had given him hand jobs, but that was all he'd ever experienced before this. "If it feels good, do it." she said to him. "Move it just a little bit inside me, so I can feel good too." He had been moving it a lot inside her, but had stopped because of his fear of making a baby. He did move it just a little, but that little motion caused the feelings to grow so sweet that he felt close to squirting again. "Are you sure?" he tried one more time. She liked that he cared, most boys did not hesitate even a second before unloading their potent young sperm into her, which is why she had been on the pill since her freshman year. She loved sex, it was the most fun she could ever imagine having. And it was so easy, almost any boy, and some girls, would do it with her whenever they could find the time and a place. And the best place was the local Lover's Lane, where the teenagers with wheels could come and find a spot to park among the trees, often within earshot of other teens doing the same thing. "I'm sure sweetie, just do what comes naturally." She also loved finding virgin boys and initiating them into the joys of sex. They weren't properly devirginized unless they actually shot cum inside her -- withdrawal didn't count. And she loved the thought that no matter how long they lived, she would always be a sweet memory inside their heads. To make sure this catch didn't get away, she wrapped her strong sexy young legs around his waist, and said, "See, I won't let you pull out. You have to cum in me, or you don't get to go home." He gave in then; gave in to the sweet feelings of joy on his sensitive cock. His hips started stroking again, and he knew there was no way he could avoid this sin. He could only hope the shot didn't take, but even that thought fled as his body took final control and the sperm began working it's way to the release point. It was a moonlit night. Though Kristy and her young beau had found a secluded spot, and didn't pay attention to what was outside the car, they were not alone. In the shadows were two adults, a man and a woman in their early thirties. They were watching the car, and listening to the words being spoken inside it thanks to the lowered windows on the warm May night. As the action heated up, they crept carefully closer, hoping the moonlight coming through the windshield would illuminate the scene in the back seat. As they finally got close enough to get the angle and see over the side of the car, they were surprised but pleased that they could clearly see the slim young man, his ass and legs bare, his upper body still with the shirt on. Beneath him lay the young lady, the only parts really visible were the gorgeous sexy bare legs wrapped around her lover, and her arms that held his shoulders down. His head was lowered and hid her face from their view, but they knew from the voice who it was. She was a regular up here. The man and woman watched rapt as the boy's hips began moving more quickly. They knew he was soon to feel his first orgasm inside a woman. The man's cock was rock hard in his pants, and his girlfriend's pussy was soaking her panties as they leered at the passionate scene. "Oh, Kristy." Gilbert moaned, "Oh Kristy." "Juice me baby." she demanded. He then grunted, shoved his hips as far into her as he could, and moaned as he felt the pent-up semen flow wildly up into the waiting girl. He had never felt anything nearly so good. "Yeah, yeah, give me all of it." she encouraged. But it was biological, not under his control. Everything in his tubes flowed out into her, the wicked forbidden joy thrilling him all over. She had cum earlier with his tongue on her pussy, after instructing him on the fine art of oral love. He had done a creditable job for a beginner. Satisfied with that one orgasm, she had carefully kept control over her own feelings so as to be better able to manage him during the actual taking of his virginity. As a result, she was fully in control of her senses even as he was reeling. The two voyeurs outside the window, however, a little too eager to see the final explosion, and confident that both teens would be too occupied to notice, moved a little too close to the window. From the corner of her eye Kristy caught movement, and looked to see the two faces in the shadowy moonlight just as they pulled away. She jumped with a start, but Gilbert didn't notice, concerned as he was with just re-learning how to breathe again. "Someone was watching us." she said aloud. "Huh?" he managed to get out, after a bit of gasping. "Let's go out and see who it was." she said. -=*=- Pam and John, having seen all they could of the hot scene between Kristy and the boy they thought was Gilbert Brown, slipped away from the car unobserved, or so they thought. They walked rapidly back down the winding tree-lined dirt road towards their own parked car, hidden in the trees. "Damn," John whispered, "That was the best one we've gotten since Billy and Julie got out on the blanket next to the car." "This was even hotter, because of what she was saying." replied Pam. "I can't believe she was actually encouraging him to cum inside her, when she could have gotten pregnant. That is so hot." "There's no way that girl could be fertile and not using protection," Pam reasoned, "or else she'd have been pregnant three years ago, and have four kids by now." "Why was she doing it?" "I think she wanted his virginity." said Pam, quite perceptively. They had meanwhile reached their own car, which was parked only about one hundred yards from Kristy's 86 Mustang. "I'm horny as hell." said John, "Let's go back to your place, it's closer." "Fuck no." replied his lover, "Let's do it right here and right now. I don't want to wait. Let's just rut like a couple of horny teenagers in Lover's Lane." She unlocked and opened the back door of his four-door sedan, and climbed in. "Come here you rascal, and do what it takes to make your woman happy." Pam was already removing her shorts as John climbed in beside her and shut the door. "You horny slut." he said, "You're going to get fucked tonight." It turned her on to be called names like 'slut'. Theirs' was an intensely sexual, but loving relationship. "Get that big dick out and up, slutfucker. This woman needs that perfect fit up in her pussy before she goes nuts." They both loved to talk dirty to one another during sex, and they both enjoyed role-playing. Now they slipped easily into the roles of the teenagers they had recently watched. "What are you going to do to me?" John said, playing the innocent young male virgin. "Show it to me hard, and I'll tell you." said his thirty-three year old girlfriend, playing the experienced horny slut (a role she did not have to strain for to play well). He unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants and briefs. Naked now below the waist, he held up his own seven-inch cock and said "Here it is." "Pretty." she crooned, reaching over stroking it with him. "I'd like to get a suck on it, but I'm too horny to wait, so that'll come later." She tossed her panties and shorts on the floor, and straddled his loins, her wet open pussy over his hard cockhead. Taking the pole in her hand, she guided it up to the entrance, and nastily rubbed it on her labia. "You like that, big boy?" "Oh yes I do." he said. "You want more?" "Yes, please." he kept on playing the innocent's role. She then sat down on him, running his familiar cock up into her tight wet hole. She had known the first time they had made love that he was meant for her, because his cock fit so perfectly in her pussy. That, and he was one of the few men she had met that could match her libido. She held still on him, and licked his ear. The licking made him tremble. "If you suck my titties, I'll let you fuck me." she crooned seductively, trying to reproduce the voice that she had heard Kristy use earlier. Without waiting for a reply, she pulled up her t-shirt, and cradled her C-cups and pushed them to his face, inserting one nipple into his mouth. True to her request, he licked and sucked on it -- with much better technique than most any high-schooler could dream of. "Mmmm that's good, horny boy. But you know it's wrong, don't you, naughty boy? You know it's wrong to be licking and sucking on a girl's private parts don't you? "Yes." he murmured around his delicious mouthful. "And it's really, really wrong to have your big dick hard and up inside a girl's most secret spot, isn't it, naughty boy? "Yes." "But you're doing it, aren't you? You nasty dirty boy. You can't control your urges, and you are just doing it, doing it with the biggest slut in school, aren't you?" "Yes I am." he admitted in his virgin boy voice. She then started to move on him, raising herself until just the tip was in her, and then falling till his cock was embedded to the balls. He couldn't suck her moving tits anymore, but he didn't care. The feeling was ravishing for both of them, in their aroused state. Both could barely keep talking, but she held on to control and kept up the act. "What are you doing? Tell me in the right words." "I'm, I'm doing it." "No, you're fucking. Say it." "I'm fucking you." he moaned. "That's right. And you're fucking because you have nasty urges, and can't control them, and because it feels so good, isn't that right?" "Yes." "And you're fucking now, and you'll fuck this slut again if she asks, any time she asks, won't you naughty boy?" "Yes I will." "You're so nasty you'd get in line to fuck me wouldn't you? Yeah, you'd wait in line and then put your dick right in the other's boy's spunk just to get a chance to fuck this pussy wouldn't you nasty boy?" "Yes yes yes. I'd fuck your sloppy cunt." "And you're going to cum right in this cunt that's fucking your big dick, aren't you, nasty boy?" "Shouldn't I pull out?" he asked plainitively. "No, because if you don't cum in this pussy and fill it up with your hot sweet juice like your slut wants, she will never, ever, let you fuck her again." "I don't want to get you pregnant". "You cum in it, right now, or I'll see that no girl in school will ever let you near her pussy again." They both had done this kind of thing many times before, but it always excited them to the point of orgasm. That, plus the exciting voyeur catch they had made tonight, sent them both over the edge at about the same time. As soon as she heard him groan and thrust up, she started hunching her hips on him to get the last rubs needed to send her over the cliff too. Soon they were both moaning and shaking and hunching in the back seat as their respective juices mingled in her warm sex. After the explosive orgasms, which had been almost at the same time (another area in which their sexual compatibility shone), they just hugged tightly to savor the afterglow. Which was rudely interrupted by a giggle from outside the window. They both looked up in alarm. Outside, the faces of Kristy and Gilbert looked in to their scene of wanton adult lust. "Holy Shit!" they heard Kristy say. "It's Miss Roberts!". "And Mr. Sullivan!" Gilbert exclaimed. Then the two teens wasted no time in bolting back down the road from which they had come, back to their car. There was no chance of the two adults catching them tonight, unless they leaped from their car naked, which would not have been prudent. So, pressed lewdly together, Pam Roberts, Guidance Counselor, and John Sullivan, Bus Manager, could only watch helplessly as the inevitable happened and their year-long pattern of reckless behaviour caught up with them. Once the shock wore off, they knew they would have to do something, and something quick, before these two kids spread the salacious (and too true) gossip all over school tomorrow, to their shame and ultimately to the detriment of their careers. Chapter 2 - Capping the Toothpaste The two desperate lovers spent a good part of the night trying to come up with a workable plan to salvage their reputations in the small town in which they lived and worked, and their careers too. The other part of the night was spent wantonly fucking, both in residual heat from their experiences earlier, and just to make themselves feel better. They had started dating a year ago, and found that beneath their conservative exteriors, so acceptable to the School Board and the community pillars where they lived, they shared many secret things. The first of these was a powerful libido, that they both could with difficulty keep under wraps. The second was their interest in, or even obsession with, voyeurism. Both had secret collections of X-rated videos, which centered on kinky amateur productions. And third was their love of risky sex. It had started fairly safely, with a few hot sessions in the school building after everyone had left. But that thrill wasn't sufficient, so gradually they had taken more chances, even making love during school hours once or twice. It was Pam who overheard girls gossiping and found the location of Lover's Lane, and the activities that went on there. And it was she that had spurred the first careful expedition to go and see what was there. The result was a combination of both lovers' two biggest sexual kicks into one convient local vacation package, available on any warm night. Frequently, there was nothing to see, but often you could hear sounds of passion in the darkness, and that was exciting. And on moonlit nights, if you wandered carefully through the trees you could get glimpses of horny teenagers making love without inhibitions. Then you could do it yourself right there, running the exciting risk of being discovered by students from your school. But they were careful, and the risks were minimal, until they got careless that fatal last night. Their plan was simple. They were betting that since it had been late, neither teen had been able to phone any friends, but were surely on tiptoe to tell their buddies about what they saw Mr. Sullivan and Miss Roberts doing in Lover's Lane. So John checked the bus schedule and found that Gilbert rode bus 56, so he was to intercept him getting off the bus and have a private talk, threatening to tell his parents if word ever got out about what he saw. Pam's job was to handle Kristy, and that was much tougher. She was a mature and manipulative young lady, as Pam knew. She didn't have a reputation to lose, or parents who would punish her. She was a senior and graduating in three weeks, and would be beyond any paltry power they had to punish her then anyway. And any attempt to threaten the girl that didn't work would backfire and they'd both be fucked for sure. So John did his part, getting Gilbert into his private office and having a heart-to-heart. It was easy; the boy was terrified that his strict religious parents would find out he'd given Kristy more than a peck on the cheek last night and would skin him alive and feed him to the alligators. It wasn't even necessary to threaten -- Gilbert was as fearful as they were that Kristy would have it all over the school, and he'd be sucked in. He'd begged her to keep quiet but she wouldn't promise. Pam's interview with Kristy didn't go so well. She lurked in the parking lot all morning, and corralled Kristy when she drove up to school. Taking her in a private counselor's office, she closed and locked the door behind them. Her strategy was not to threaten, which would not work, but to befriend the girl and try to enlist her as a co-conspirator in keeping silent. A slim chance, and if it didn't work she and John could move to the west coast and change their names. "Kristene," she began, using the girl's formal first name, "we both know what happened last night, and we both know that it doesn't reflect creditably on either of us." Oh god, she thought, how professional I sound. No way to befriend a teenager. The girl was silent and suspicious. School officials were not her favorite people. "We both were engaged in reckless behaviour. First of all, I wanted to call you in here to let you know how concerned I am for your welfare." Kristy said nothing, but her expression said "Yeah, right.". Pam plowed on. "And of course I'm also concerned about mine. It's no secret that if this got out around school neither of us would look good." Kristy finally spoke up. "I'm on the pill." she said. The adult in the room suddenly had a sinking feeling. She knew. She knew we were there listening to her make him cum in her. She and Gilbert didn't just come up on them fucking in the car, they also knew John and her were peeping toms. The little bitch knew and kept quiet and kept right on doing it. She began thinking of how much it would cost to put though a name change procedure, and move her belongings to the Bay area. "Look, what I did, what Mr. Sullivan and I did, was wrong. I know that. I'm an adult. But you are a teenager, and the consequences of your reckless behaviour can wind up hurting you much more than mine will. There are a lot more dangers to unprotected sex than just pregnancy. You should know that, you are an intelligent young lady." Shit, thought Kristy. She was there through the whole thing. She heard me getting him to cum in me. Why else would she talk about unprotected sex without asking if we'd used one? But as she was thinking this, she began to relax. This person had nothing on her. Everyone knew she fucked around, hell, she was proud of it. On the other hand, this teacher type could be ruined by the gossip. Her confidence suddenly grew. "Did Mr. Sullivan wear a condom?" she asked saucily. Pam was taken aback. She had already resolved that whatever happened, she would not be blackmailed by a teenager. She'd resign and move before that would happen. But she hung in there. "No, " she said truthfully, not knowing how much and in what detail the girl had seen, "but we have both been tested and are in a monagamous relationship." Kristy was silent again, and just looked at Pam. So the guidance counselor made one more sally. "I think that it would benefit us both if we could agree to not tell any friends or anyone about what either of us did last night. Can I have your word on that?" Kristy thought on it a moment. Then, still in a confident but somewhat conspiratorial voice she said "Well, I admit I was wrong." Responding to the words and not the tone, Pam replied "That's a very mature position to take, Kristene. May I call you Kristy?" "Yeah, you can call me that." she replied, looking directly into Pam's eyes. The stare unnerved the adult, who began to mentally run down the list of people she knew who could recommend a good lawyer and/or moving company. "But what you did was wrong too. I mean, you both stood there and peeped in on us, got all hot and bothered, and then went back to your car and did it. And you were pretending to be us when you were doing it." Yep, fucked for sure, thought Pam. One five-year career down the fucking tubes, all due to her own stupidity and this fucking little bitch. "But like you say," continued the youngster, "You're the adult and I'm the kid, even though I turned eighteen two months ago and graduate in three weeks. So, I think I deserve a punishment, and we can call this little thing over with. I really don't think it's that much of a big deal anyway." Back from the precipice. Pam didn't know where this was going, but she fished anyway. "What kind of punishment do you have in mind?" she asked a bit edgily. "Well, I don't think detention or suspension or any of those regular things would be right." Yeah thought Pam, I could see that now, what is she in detention for? Unprotected sex, and she was caught in Lover's Lane by Miss Roberts, on self-appointed Morality Patrol. "But before I turned fifteen, my mom would spank me when I did wrong. She would offer me a choice -- clean the floor or the toilets, for instance, or take your licks. I always chose the licks." the sexy teenager continued. Pam was silent as she tried to digest this turn. Was the bitch saying that if she, Pam, would spank her she'd not tell anyone? That was insane. Money, she could understand. But a spanking? "You know corporal punishment is against the policy of this school." she said. She couldn't think of anything else to say. "I'm not thinking of a school thing. More like a private thing. Once I was corrected, you could just forget about this little messup." Pam's head spun. The girl was proposing what was probably some kinky fetish for her to perform, and then she would let her off the hook? Right, believe that and I've got a bridge for sale... But she said, "Where would this take place?" "At your place." replied Kristy, "that would be better, don't you think?" Pam thought: that would be safe. No witnesses, or maybe I could get John to witness in secret. The girl couldn't get any more on me no matter what we did, because I'd be her word against both of us. We'd just try to brazen it out. And there's a chance she's straight about this, and really will honor her word. Is it worth the chance? "Can I have your very serious word of honor on this, Kristy?" "Yes, Miss Roberts, you can." she replied. "Alright, can you be at my apartment at ten tonight?" "Sure can." "And, between us, you can call me Pam." "Right Pam. Thanks." Pam watched the swaying ass of the beautifully built teen sex goddess walk to her door, unlock it, and walk out, turning only to give the still almost trembling counselor a small conspiratorial smile. Afterward she told John all about it. He was suspicious as she had been, but agreed that it might be worth a try -- nothing else would work. If it failed, it failed. After school, they both went to her apartment to plan the evening. They decided that the session, or whatever it was, had to be in an inner room that no one could see from outside, and that no one could hear into from any exterior wall. Also, she should not do or say anything compromising until she'd verified by some means or another that the girl did not have any recording devices or microphones on her. John would be positioned out of sight but there to witness and to be available in case of need. "What do you think of all this?" he asked her when night rolled around. "I hate to admit it, but it makes my pussy wet just thinking about it." she said, "After all the trouble our libidos have gotten us in so far. It's just so fucking risky and you know what that does to me." "I thought so. I'll be watching." he replied. "I know you will you horny peeping bastard." she smiled back at him. -=*=- Kristy was late of course, thirty minutes late. The lazy little bitch, Pam couldn't help but think. But her pussy still got wet remembering the sway of the girl's ass as she left her office. When the car finally drove into the driveway, Pam in the living room gave John in the bedroom his signal, and he vanished in the closet. If any punishment was done it would be in Pam's chair in the bedroom, the safest part of the house. John in the closet would have a full view. Pam welcomed the girl to her house. As she came in, the grown woman regarded her more carefully than she ever had before. Kristy wore a loose pink t-shirt with no bra underneath -- she didn't need one, her ample and pretty tits peaked up and pointed out proudly in the fervor of youth. Her hips were encased in a very tight set of cutoff jeans. She had a mane of reddish brown hair, and her face was simple but pretty, with a smattering of freckles all over her cheeks. Her legs may have been her sexist part, though, at least to the horny guidance counselor. She could see why every boy and half the girls in school wanted a piece of her. At least she was eighteen -- there could be no question of statutory rape or corruption of a minor. They made some small talk, and Pam gave Kristy a short tour, but the atmosphere was strained, to say the least, by sexual and other tension. In the end, they sat down in the living room and Pam asked if she still thought the deal they had struck in the morning was good. "Yes." replied Kristy, simply, looking into Pam's eyes once again. God, she was seductive. "How do you think this punishment should proceed then?" asked the older woman. "My mother always made me strip down to my panties, and bend over her lap. Then she would tell me the number of licks I would get for my sin, and if the sin was major they would be with a ruler, and if they were minor it would be with her hand." "Alright then. Stay seated where you are." And Pam got up and walked into the kitchen to retrieve a twelve-inch school ruler she kept in her desk. As she returned, Kristy saw the ruler but made no comment. As she returned she remembered she hadn't searched Kristy for wires, but she couldn't imagine where one would hide in her scanty garments. "Now, young lady," Pam said firmly, "You know I'm doing this for your own good. As alternative to other punishments, as you agreed." "Yes, Pam." "For the duration of this business, you are to refer to me as Miss Roberts, is that clear?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "All right, now follow me." They went to the prearranged spot in the bedroom, in the chair Pam's father had made for her. It was in an antique style and had no arms, so it was perfect for this operation. She sat in the chair, and made Kristy stand directly in front of her. The sight of the sexy girl being so submissive sent a wicked thrill through the older woman, and she felt her pussy cream even more. It's going to be tough to keep my hands off of it, God help me, she thought. She wondered what Kristy's mother had been feeling when this happened. She thought she probably could guess Kristy's feelings about these "punishments". "Are you ready?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "Then take off those jeans, Kristene." Pam said in her professional voice. But it wasn't a very professional thing to say, she thought with a wicked little internal grin. The girl did not hesitate a second. She unsnapped the cutoffs, unzipped the zipper, and dropped them to her ankles. She then stepped out of them. Clad only in her sheer panties, the redhead was almost naked from the waist down. You could see there was no liner pad and her pubic patch was outlined clearly. Pam thought she saw wetness between those killer legs. "Take off the shoes and socks too." Pam ordered. This surprised Kristy somewhat, as her mother never did that. But her mother did not have a lover watching in the closet with somewhat of a foot fetish. Pam was always considerate. "Now take your position." Pam ordered, and the girl went around to her left and started to bend down. Her mother must have been left-handed. "The other way." Pam ordered, and Kristy moved to the other side. Besides, by plan, that was the side John was on so he would have a better view of the girl's ass as she was being paddled. "Bend over. Put your hands on the floor on one side, and your toes on the other." Pam sounded so authoritative. She wondered if, in her bent over position, Kristy would be able to smell her heated pussy musk. But when she saw the beautiful ass raised up on her lap, she didn't care. It was obvious from the wet spot between her legs that the girl was also very aroused. To her left, Pam could see the girl's head down, the reddish hair cascading all around her face. On the other side, John's side, she balanced on her toes as ordered, the toes bent back and the soles of the feet were exposed. The heel and ball were brown with wear, but the instep was white. John must be loving this, she thought. John was. The moment they had walked in and he knew it was going to happen, his cock had surged with lust. By the time Kristy had dropped her pants, it was rock hard. By the time she was bent over, it was out of his pants and he was gently rubbing it. But not too hard or fast; he didn't know what was going to happen or for how long, and he wanted the voyeuristic pleasure to last as long as possible. "Now young lady, do you know what you are being punished for?" asked Pam. "Yes, Miss Roberts. I'm being punished for letting a boy, uh, have an orgasm inside me without a condom on." "You can use proper words, young lady. We are both adults, over seventeen. What are you being punished for?" "For letting a boy shoot his cum into me." Whack! The first blow came down on her pantied rear. Pam did not hit her hard with the ruler, because she wanted to not really hurt her. She thought Kristy would give her guidance on the severity of the blows. "No, young lady. Don't lie to me. You didn't just let him cum in you did you?" "No I didn't, Miss Roberts. I got him to cum in me." "Yes, even when he was considerate and didn't want to, you forced him too, and even led him to believe you could get pregnant. Isn't that right?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "And you did it to an innocent boy, didn't you? One that hadn't ever felt the pleasure of sex. One much younger than you. One who was vulnerable and is frightened now, didn't you? Now that innocent boy is going to want to do it again, going to need to do it again, and he's going to squirt his seed in some other girl isn't he, young lady?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." The wet spot on the girl's sexy panties seemed to be growing, Pam noticed. She was doing the right thing. The girl got off on being submissive. "And you've down the same thing with other boys haven't you?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "Yes, what?" "I've let many boys cum in my pussy. I like it when they do that. And I'm naughty, I don't let them do it until they have made me cum first. Every boy has to use his tongue on me till I cum before I will let him in me. I've had more than one at a time. I've let them cum on my face, and on my ass, my tits, everywhere. Pam felt an awesome surge of lust as the helpless submissive girl confessed her sins, trying to provoke a even longer punishment. "And what else naughty and nasty have you done young lady?" "I've let girls lick me too, Miss Roberts. And I've licked them. And rubbed pussies with them, and sucked their pretty titties." "You have been a very bad girl, Kristy. And you must be punished. I don't think this one time will begin to cover it all." "Yes, Miss Roberts, I know it won't. I know I deserve it and I'm glad you are there to give me what I deserve. I will always submit to your will and raise my ass to be paddled by you when you think I need it." "That's a good girl. But why do you think you will always need it? Won't you stop being bad after I punish you." "No, Miss Roberts. I can't. My pussy itches so bad that I have to have people scratch it all the time. I know I can't stop. I will always be a bad girl. I will always deserve punishment." The sexual tension had reached an incredible high in the white bedroom of the school's best guidance counselor. Pam couldn't just keep up the word play any more. "You will receive twenty blows from me on your ass. Do not pull away from me, but keep your ass raised to take the punishment. After it is over I will ask you more questions." Pam then brought back her ruler, and methodically smacked the young girl twenty times on her sexy pantied ass. As she did, she could hear the loud pops and see the red streaks the ruler left. Kristy did not ask her to hit harder or softer, so she made all the blows the same strength. The young girl jumped and squirmed but did not try to move her rear off Pam's lap, as ordered. When she was done, Pam ordered Kristy to stand up before her again. As she did, Pam could see the red face of a girl who had her head upside down for a while, and a faint wetness of tears in her eyes. But none spilled out. Briefly, Pam feared she might have hit the teenager too hard, but a look down at her panties revealed that there was no problem. The front of the panties was soaked through, as the juice had flowed down to the front in her bent-over position. "What is this, young lady?" asked the coldly professional sounding counselor as she pointed to the wet panty fronts. "That's my pussy juice, Miss Roberts." "So, you were sexually aroused by your punishment, Kristene?" "Yes very much, Miss Roberts." "Do you think that's right, to be aroused by a punishment that is supposed to hurt and to correct you?" "No, Miss Roberts, but I can't help it. I'm a very bad girl." "Then you must be punished again. Drop your panties." The girl felt yet another surge of pussy cream start as she pulled the panties off her legs. She was wondering when it would start to run down the inside of her legs. "Take off the top too." the older woman ordered. Kristy easily pulled the pink t-shirt over her head, and was then entirely naked before her delicious tormentor. "You have pretty nipples, Bad Girl." said Pam. "Are they always that pointed?" "No, Miss Roberts. Only when I am aroused, or they are cold." "So you are aroused now, so aroused your pussy is creaming without being touched, and your nipples are hard without being touched either?" "Yes Miss Roberts." "Assume the punishment position again, then." The horny teenager scambled into her former position eagerly. She wanted, needed, some relief for her overheated genitals. And so did the older woman, who was sure she was leaving a massive puddle in the chair she was sitting in. "I'm going to strike you ten blows with my hand, Bad Girl, since your sin of being turned on is not nearly as great as letting boys cum inside you instead of condoms." And with that, Pam did not wait but brought her hand down ten times on the young girl's behind. The sexy white ass with it's red streaks from the ruler wiggled and jiggled as the broad hand smacked it, leaving faint hand prints. Pam was sure she could feel the girl's heat, and probaby some of her juice, on her bare leg under the bent over form. "Are you sorry now for being aroused?" "No, Miss Roberts." "This time, you are forgiven. You are only human, after all." Pam was not about to start any more spanking. She wanted sex, and she wanted it badly. "How does your ass feel, Kristene?" "It stings, Miss Roberts." "How does this feel?" asked the horny thirty-three-year-old as she gently massaged the girl's ass cheeks. "That makes it feel all better Miss Roberts." "And how does this feel, Kristy?" This time, she allowed her fingers to wander into the girl's sexy ass crack, and down between her legs, where she felt the heat and wetness glowing there. "That...that feels like heaven, Miss Roberts." Pam Roberts, counselor to the youth of her community, was going to make this particular young girl cum right here on her lap. The fact sent a wicked lusty thrill through her. "And how about this?" she asked again, as this time she allowed a finger to slip inside the teenager's overlubricated pussy. "Awwwww, Miss Roberts, please make me cum, please please please." "You can all me Pam again now, Kristy. I'm going to make you cum all over my hand, and then you are going to do some nasty things to me, you hear, bitch?" "Yes, yes, yes, Pam. I'll do anything. Just make me cum." Pam knew what she would do. First, though, she used her hands to spread the girl's legs further apart, then inserted two fingers into her pussy as far as she could. Withdrawing the fingers, she looked over at the closet where her lover stood stroking his cock, and lewdly licked and sucked the hot tangy juice off of them. John thought he might cum right then. He had to let go of his cock. It was overheating already. The incredibly sexy words and deeds of his wanton girlfriend and this high school sex goddess had him on the edge. He always tried to time his cum with that of his lover, unless they wanted specifically to cum separately for some reason. He was so attuned to her mannerisms that he knew generally how close she was, and he also knew how to get near the point of release and hold it. He was now at that point himself, and he would have to just let his cock throb in the air until it cooled if he wanted to wait and cum with her. If she could wait, he could, he told himself. He watched as his woman put her hands back into the pussy of the young girl bent over her lap. She brought the hand up again to her mouth, and this time sucked her thumb throughly. He didn't know what she was doing, until he saw her put her hand back down and start to insert her thumb up the teenager's ass. "Oh shit, Pam, that's my asshole." "Relax it then. You know how. Concentrate." The thumb popped in, and then the older woman began to work some of her other fingers into the helplessly impaled girl's vagina. The girl couldn't take it, and began to moan and groan. Finally, the lewd school employee had her hand fully engaged on the genitalia of her willing victim. Her thumb was in the girl's ass, three of her fingers were deep in her pussy, and her little finger and knuckle was still available down below to stimulate the girl's clit. "Now, you horny-assed little fucking bitch, you are going to cum like you never have before." She then began to work her fingers in and out of the girl's holes, and over her clit too. This brought immediate, desperate moans from the bent over teenager. Her ass began to lift and hunch as the pleasure overcame her, and in almost no time at all she lifted her face and screamed as she came. Pam had no mercy. Determined to drive the girl temporarily insane, she drilled and wormed in her holes until she hunched, stiffened, and screamed again. It sounded like she was being tortured to death with pleasure. "Stop, please stop." she finally moaned, and Pam did stop. "You may now dismount." Pam said, her voice a little shaky. Kristy fell rather than lifted off her pleasure-torturer. She landed on the floor at the older woman's feet. "What do you say to me?" asked Pam. "Thank you thank you thank you." the gasping girl said. "And how do you thank me?" the leering counselor asked, as she pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing a soaked pussy and no panties. The girl looked up, and smiled as she saw the fate that awaited her. From his hideout, John knew that his relief and his lover's was soon approaching. He got ready to hold his aching cock again, and this time to rub until his cum spashed against the wall. He had thought about getting a rag, but it seemed sexier to just shoot on the closet wall. He could then later show it to Pam. She would like that. They were often so depraved that they deliberatly left cum stains in places where they had stayed together. if no one there knew them personally. In front of him, visible clearly through his crack in the door, the young sexy girl gamely gathered her strength and raised up to her knees before the older woman's desperately wanting pussy. "Lick me. Suck me. Make me cum. NOW!" Pam demanded. John could see the girl's pretty freckled face disappear between his lover's thighs, as she leaned back in the chair to receive her reward. Soon, he could see the head moving up and down and the tongue licked lewdly over the enflaming labia. "That's it, lick it up. That's so goddamn good. Eat me." Pam moaned in an obscene stream of words. "Put your tongue in the hole, yeah, that's it, get it in deep. Deeper. Now suck. Yeeeahhhhh...suck harder. You fucking slut bitch you know how to eat pussy." "You're too good, oh yeah, " she continued, "Now hit the clit. That's right. Right there. Alright bitch get ready to eat cum." Pam leaned back and raised her hips into the girl's licking face, as her mouth formed a silent scream. As soon as that happened, John put his finger under the head of his cock and started rubbing there furiously. Like the trigger of a gun, that made the pumps start working. Soon, his body stiffened, and his knees felt wobbly as his white stream of cum spashed soundlessly on the wall. He struggled desperately to keep from making any noise as his body was wracked by spasms of ecstasy. As he came down and gained some degree of control, he looked out again into the well-lit bedroom where the two lacivious women were still recovering from their orgasms. Pam still lay back in her chair, her tanned legs spread wide. Kristy crouched between those legs, and it appeared that she was gently still licking and nuzzling on Pam's drenched labia. As he watched, Pam leaned forward, took the teenager in her arms, and brought her face up to a languid but passionate kiss. The two kissed for a minute or two, and he could see their cheeks moving as the tongues swirled and licked inside. "And I thought you were going to blackmail me." Pam said as the kiss broke. "Blackmail?" Kristy replied, "All I've wanted to do to you all year long is to fuck you." "You should have started sooner, honey, we've missed a lot of time." said the temporarily satisfied counselor. "Well, let's make up for it. We can fuck all night tonight, and fuck some more in the morning." "Don't you have to go home?" "Nah, I have my own door into the house, and my parents have long since stopped trying to keep track of me." "Then stay with me and fuck me blind." Pam said, still in a pleasure trance and not thinking of the real world at all. Then, she remembered John still in the closet. I'll bet he came too, she thought lustfully. I want to see the stain. But, I've got to get the girl out at least for a while so he can escape. "Yeah, " rejoined the happily lusty teen, "And we can do nasty dirty things to each other all night long. The only thing we'll be missing is a man to provide a sliding cock for some variety." "Kristy, sweetheart, you sexy little honeypot, have I got a surprise for you!" Chapter 3: All Night Together "A surprise? For me? What is it?" asked the buxom naked teenager. "Go over there to the bed, and lie face down." commanded Pam, still sitting in the chair where she had disciplined and then delighted the horny young girl. Kristy got up and walked over to the older woman's waterbed, moving sexily. Pam appreciated the gorgeous ass of the redhead as she walked, knowing she was deliberatly showing off her charms. When the girl got to the padded edge of the wide bed, she climbed up on her knees, bent over, and wiggled her perfect rear end at her new lover. Then she moved up and went face down as ordered. "Cover your face. You are to see nothing." Pam commanded, and of course the submissive girl compiled. Pam then got up silently, and went over to the closet where John was still hidden. She opened it and drew him out, indicating with a finger to her lips that he should remain quiet. "Strip." she whispered in his ear, and as he quietly removed his clothes he looked up to observe the heart-warming curves of the nude redhead on his lover's bed. The sight made his recently-spent cock start to rise pleasurably. By the time he was naked, it was already up to three-quarters of it's normal slighty-above-average size. Once her lover and human sex-toy was naked, Pam took his cock in her hand, and led him quietly to the foot of the bed where the object of both their lusts lay with her legs slightly spread and her hands on the sides of her face so that even if someone was to come to the sides of the bed she could not have seen them out of the corners of her eyes. Pam liked the way she obeyed every command so perfectly. The sexy thirty-three-year-old guidance counselor was still in her dress, as opposed to the other two, who were now totally naked. But, she reached her hand down to John's cock and stroked it until it gained it's full length, and stood straight out proudly from his lean muscular body. Once it was to it's full readiness, she told her young charge: "You can turn over now." Kristy did, and was only mildly shocked at the sight of the tall athletically-built Bus Manager from her school. After seeing him in flagrante delicto with Pam in lover's lane, she expected him to make an appearance after Pam said she had a surprise in store, only not so quickly. John stood beside his barely clothed girlfriend, staring down at the delicious teen. And Kristy looked up, admiring the hard body of the man; and even more admiring the hard red cock that stood out pointing towards her. "Mmmmm...Mr. Sullivan, where did you come from so fast?" "None of your concern, Kristene." said Pam in her official voice, signalling to both of them that she was to be in charge of whatever pleasure might happen tonight. "Do you like this, slut?" Pam asked Kristy, while fondling John's hard cock. It felt fantastic to the horny man, as did the idea of being exposed to the young eighteen-year-old. "Yes, Ma'am." Kristy replied, running her tongue sexily along her lips to signal her desire to taste it. "I'll bet you do, you horny whore. But what you enjoy tonight will be up to me, and only me, do you understand that?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." she replied in her submissive voice. But she did not take her eyes off the object of her desires. "And John, you understand that as usual, I am in control." Pam said sternly to her lover. "Yes, mistress." he replied in a quiet, submissive voice. "Excellent. Stand there and don't move." She then went around to the side of the bed, opened a drawer, and extracted a set of handcuffs. Returning, she moved behind him, and automatically he placed his hands behind his back to be cuffed. Wow, thought Kristy. I've always wanted to get really kinky. After the cuffs clicked shut, Pam took her submissive lover's cock in her hand and led him towards the bathroom. "You come too, sweetie." she told Kristy. The naked teenager hopped off the bed and followed meekly but with a growing sense of excitement. "Bend over." Pam commanded. John knew this was meant for him, and bent over so that his ass was raised towards his mistress. "Now, girl, open that top drawer there and take out the pink one." Kristy did as she was told, and inside the drawer she saw several of what looked like misshapen plugs in different colors. As ordered, she took out the pink one. "Get the tube of KY too." Kristy looked in and got it out also. She could feel her pussy tingle and wetten at the sheer kinkiness of what they were doing. And since she was only following orders, she didn't have any need to feel guilty or ashamed, not that she would have anyway. She'd long ago decided to devote herself to the service of pleasure. "Do you know what this it?" asked Pam. "I think so." replied Kristy, "It's a butt plug." "That's right. And do you know what we use it for?" "No, Miss Roberts." "Tell her, John." He spoke from his bent over position. "When the plug is up my ass, it reminds me that I belong to Mistress Pamela, and that I am to do what I am ordered to do, and only that." "That's right." Pam confirmed, "He's my toy boy, and tonight he's going to be of service to both of us. He'll be devoted to our pleasure, and he will receive pleasure only as a reward for doing a good job on us." "Cool." replied the horny teen. "I love kinky stuff." "Remember, dear, that you too are to follow my orders without question, and while you may give orders to slave here, after asking my permission first, you must obey me instantly at all times." "Yes, Miss Roberts." "Now, pretty girl, squirt some of that lube on your finger and put it on his asshole." Kristy did as ordered, of course, removing the cap and squeezing the tube so that a wad of the clear thick gel coated her forefinger. She then got down on her knees behind the submissive ass of the tall school administrator and rubbed the lubed finger all over his anus, making it shine in the cool bathroom light. "Put your finger in his asshole." Pam commanded, and Kristy pushed her finger inwards. The tight ring of his ass resisted only slighty before the feminine finger slipped inside. It felt warm, tight, and rubbery. She had had her finger up the ass of some of the boys, but never an adult. Now she was fingering the ass of one of the officials at her school. The thrill made her almost shiver. Her pussy felt all open and warm and ready for action, but she tried to ignore it as she worked her finger around in his ass. He made no obvious reaction but she knew how intensely it must feel to him. She could see his hard cock twitch and bob and she played. "Enough fun for him. Take it out." the older woman ordered, and Kristy reluctantly removed the finger. "Now lube the plug and push it in him." Kristy had never done this, but she squirted more KY onto the rounded head of the plug (it was obvious which was the head and tail of it from the shape) and then put it up to John's asshole. "Relax it, slave. Get ready." said Pam. "Yes, mistress." replied her slave/lover. He concentrated hard on relaxing his ass muscles, knowing that would make the coming invasion much easier to bear. "Push it in. No need to be careful about it." ordered his mistress. Kristy obeyed, pushing the plug until the head began to open John's asshole. It was surprisingly easy. She pushed harder, and the thing just slipped in without a fight. But the bent-over man moaned and grunted rather loudly as it happened. The cute teen got another wicked thrill out of making him moan. I'd like to fuck a man some time, up the ass with a dildo, she thought. She wondered if these two kinky adults had ever done that. She'd have to ask, one day. "That's right, it's all the way in there." Pam stated the obvious. Only the outer ring, with a little grip on it for easy removal, was visible. "Now stand up." she ordered the impaled sex slave, and he obeyed, straightning up rather stiffly and turning around to face his two mistresses. His face betrayed his excitement and pleasure. It was obvious even to the relatively inexperienced teen that he enjoyed this kind of kink enormously. "See this?" asked Pam. She was holding his outthrust cock, and squeezing the tip. A clear drop of precum rolled out. "You can have it if you want it." the older woman offered. Kristy had not got gotten up off her knees, so it was easy to take the bulbous velvety cockhead into her mouth and lewdly slurp the precum off of it. John felt his knees weaken as the wave of delight swept up his cock and into his body. She worked her lips and tongue on the head laciviously, wanting to show to both her new lovers that she would do anything they might desire, and be as nasty and kinky as anyone, anywhere. "Not too much, girl. He'll get his pleasure later, if he's a good boy. But right now, he knows that if he should cum for any reason before he gets permission, the punishment will be severe." Again, the horny teen, who could feel her own pussy wet and hot and tingly, reluctantly stopped her sexual activity on the delicious man. "Now into the bedroom, you two. And kneel down on the side of the bed nearest the bathroom. Both of you, side by side. Face the bed, and don't look at one another or even move until I return." John and Kristy, both enjoying the submissive role and eager to obey, walked quickly into the bedroom and got down on their knees as ordered. He was still handcuffed, with a pink butt plug up his ass, but she was free except for her desire to satisfy her new adult lover Pam with perfect and instant obedience. Neither had any idea what was coming next -- Pam's creativity was so great than even her lover who had been fucking and kinking with her for a full year could not know what she would dream up. Pam left the room, still in her dress, and headed for the kitchen. She had a new idea, and was of course going to see where it led. She was more excited than she could remember in a long time. The idea of having the horny teenager in a kinky threesome, and running the resultant risks, had made all prudent thoughts flee as her always-rampant sex hormones took control. It was hard being in control, she thought. What she'd really like to do is just jump in and fuck them both silly, but she knew that the payoff in pleasure would be greater if she made them, especially him, wait. She returned to the bedroom with nothing more elaborate than a simple paper plate. She placed it on the bed, and ordered her two slaves to watch her. As they did, she slowly and seductively wiggled out of the tight green dress, revealing her somewhat tall sexy body. Pam was about five foot nine, and towered over the sexy teen by about six inches. But she was still shorter than her six foot two male lover. Having made herself naked at last, she took the paper plate off the bed, and placed it carefully underneath the hard cock of her man. "Now, slutfucker, you are to kneel there like a good boy, and watch Kristy and I make love to each other on this bed. As you do, you'll get very horny, and want to join in desperately. The arousal will produce more precum, and if you don't move from this spot, the precum will gradually dribble out onto this plate. It will make little spots there. Your job, if you want your pleasure tonight, is to make ten separate individual spots on the plate, all with your precum. Only after I count ten spots will you be allowed to feel or be felt by us. Since you can't touch your own cock, it will be up to you to control yourself so that the dribbles don't fall on one another and have two or more count as one." "Yes, Mistress." was all he said. But Pam could see him tremble with excitement. He loved to be dominated, and he loved to watch other people have sex. This was the ultimate kick for him. "Now, you redheaded little slut bitch, get that sweet hot tongue ready to give my honeypot a stir." Pam demanded. Lewdly, Kristy responded by licking her own lips with her sexy red tongue. As she did, Pam lay back on the bed, her loins only a couple of feet from her kneeling lover, and spread her legs widely and invitingly. "Get to work." The beautiful pink slit called Kristy to her duty more powerfully than the words of it's owner. It was flowered open and shining with the moisture produced by the outrageous state of arousal Pam was in. Dominating her lover did it to her every time, not to mention the sight of the sexy freckled face of the teen who was even now approaching her with a look of transported lust. Kristy could feel her own honey seeping out as she got close enough to inhale the rich musk. Unwilling to wait for anything, she unhesitatingly extended her tongue and slipped it deep into the tangy depth of the waiting cunt. This brought a gasp from the older woman, and true to her nature she began to talk to her young tormentor. "Suck it slut, suck it hard. Drink it down." The teenager did as ordered, joyfully, puckering her lips and pushing her long hot tongue into as far as she could into the warm velvet tunnel. The taste was incredible. No young girl she had ever sucked had tasted so strong, so powerful, so sexy as this! As her tongue licked at the slick walls, she put on a powerful suction, drawing tendrils of Pam's honey into her mouth, drinking it down as ordered. "God Daaaaaamn." Pam grunted, "You sexy fucking cunt, you know how to suck a woman." At this, the naturally talented Kristy pulled her tongue out and began licking deep in the furrow between the fine brown hairs, working her way slowly up towards the ultimate goal, the trigger that would make her lover explode. Pam did not protest, but gritted her teeth. Her body was all afire with a flame of an intensity she had never felt before. "Oh, ohhhhhhh you sweet bitch you fuck me so good." Pam's clit was not hidden, but exposed for the world to see and feel, it seemed. Kristy did not hold back, but flicked mercilessly at the hard little root of pleasure. Often, Pam liked teasing and holding back, but not now. "Oh, god, ohhh gooooood, it feels so good, yes, if you stop I'll kill you." As she licked, Kristy slipped a finger into the helpless woman's cunt, twisting and turning it as deep as it would fit. "FUCK ME!" Pam cried out. Without mercy, Kristy put another finger in, and began to scissor them back and forth as her tongue strokes began to get harder and harder. Pam had forgotten the world, forgotten John, the only thing that could matter was the wild feeling between her legs. She was an animal, letting her whole body and soul be destroyed in an all-consuming fire. Her hips began, on their own, to heave and thrust upwards. Kristy had to hold on to keep contact, but she had done that before, and rode with it. Her own cunt was flowing and desperately wanted relief. The scream was like nothing John had ever heard from her, or anyone else. If he hadn't been so into it, so turned on, he'd have worried about the neighbors calling the police. "AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAuuuggggggggg" it seemed to go on, rising and falling and his lover heaved hard into the wet, clinging face of the young girl, over and over. When it was over she lay still, and Kristy tried to lick her again but she reached down and pushed the girl away, saying "Not now it's too sensitive." The sexy teen just rested her head on Pam's soft thigh and looked past her heaving chest to her face, with it's closed eyes. Kristy wore a shiny beard of woman-honey. Her own cunt throbbed with lust. John had watched all this, panting at the pleasure. He had been unable to think of his task, and drops of precum had indeed risen and dribbled on the plate, but not under his control. His cock was as hard as he ever felt it. He thought that if this went on much longer he could just spurt his seed without being touched at all. At last Pam recovered her voice. "Give me your ass, honey. I want to taste you." The deeply horny man watched as the lovely, sexy girl repositioned herself over his own tall and athletic lover. Kristy had the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen. He had thought that one day, when she was older, it might be too wide; but right now the pleasing bulge of her hips over her strong young perfect legs made her look like the very goddess of fertility and lust. Venus indeed. Kristy needed to cum, and she needed it badly, deep in her guts. She wasted no time planting her knees on either side of her mistress, and lowering her sopping wet pussy down onto the waiting lips and tongue. "Ooohhhhhhhh." she moaned in her deep sexy voice as she felt the first swipe of the experienced woman's tongue on her neglected and therefore oh-so-sensitive labia. "Lick my cunt, please." John loved to hear the girls talk so dirty. It meant they had no hangups, no inhibitions, and that they respected and loved one another; otherwise the use of words like 'cunt' would have been wounding. He felt his cock twitch as it stood untouched and wanting. He shifted on his knees, hoping to drip in a different spot on the plate as he endured yet another bout of lusty sex by the women just three feet from his face. Kristy raised her face towards the ceiling, eyes closed, and she unconciously brought her hands to her brown nipples and began to rub and pinch them. They stood out proudly as she tweaked. Her tits jiggled sexily, bringing another drop or two from John's pleasure-deprived cock. But all the sex-crazed teen could feel was the probing and licking as Pam's tongue found it's way into every hidden crease and fold of her most sensitive parts. Soon she began to rub her slit on her lover's upturned face, moving it slightly up and down. The face underneath her was covered in her juices, and John could see Pam's tongue stabbing and flicking under the bush of reddish pubic hair. "Lick me." Pam managed to blurt as Kristy ground her cunt down. But the girl was so lost in pleasure she didn't hear or didn't respond. So Pam reached up and put her hands on the girl's back, and pushed her down towards her own pussy. "Lick me." she repeated. This time the lust-twisted girl understood and bent down into the sixty-nine position. The view from John's position was inbelievably sexy. Pam lay on her back, her legs spread, with the curvacous ass of the lusty Kristy pressed tightly to her face. Between her legs the red tangle of the teenager's hair moved sexily as she began to lick and probe Pam's drenched cunt. Both women just humped their asses into the face of their partner as they grunted and panted in animalistic lust. The lips and tongues made wet slurping noises, and the intense smell of womanhood filled the room. It was the single sexiest, wildest, most beautiful thing John Sullivan had ever seen in his thirty years. Kristy was the first to give in. "Aw, Fuuuuuuuuck." she moaned, as she hunched her hips on Pam's face. "Fuuuuuuuck, ah shit I'm CUMMING!" She hunched hard and fast, her eyes shut and her lips curled. Even her toes were curled. As soon as the hunches stopped, she proved her sexual devotion and prowess by diving right back down into the hot wet valley. Her tongue again swabbed and swirled and probed on Pam's sensitive clit. "Eat it, slut!" Pam growled into the teenager's throbbing pussy. "Tongue-fuck me till I cum on your face again!" She grabbed Kristy's bountiful ass cheeks and pulled them down on her face, doing what she was ordering her girl lover to do, sliding her hot tongue deep up inside. Pam slapped the girl's ass, making her cheeks jiggle. A few slaps and then "Huunngggggggggghhhh" she growled like an animal as she pushed her hips up off the waterbed and came again in Kristy's cute freckled face. The girl just opened her mouth and sucked out the honey as it flowed freely. As Pam settled down, and began to lick at Kristy again, the oversexed teen once again came with a grunt and moan, squirting her own copious honey stream into Pam's open mouth. John thought that he was going to die from being overstimulated without release. As soon as they could recover, he was going to beg, plead, anything to get into the act. "Please, please, please." he begged, not able to even wait for the recovery to take place. Pam finally heard him, and pushed Kristy away just enough to see her desperately aroused lover kneeling where she'd left him, handcuffed with his hard red cock jutting out and the head shiny with precum. "Let's both fuck him." Pam suggested in a husky voice, the paper plate thing totally forgotten. She was not that committed a dom anyway, she just did it to heighten their sexual pleasure by playing games. "Yeah, I want that cock in my cunt." Kristy said without a trace of shyness. She climbed off, and Pam jumped down and unlocked the handcuffs. As she did, she kissed her lover deeply. "Get up on the bed, on your back." Pam ordered. John wasted not a second getting into position. "All right, sweet slut girl, climb on him, but be careful not to fuck him too hard, or he'll cum before you get a chance to ride him very long." Kristy, wanting the feel of a cock deep inside her, straddled his hips and guided him up to her hole. The sight fired Pam even further, and she was long lost to pure lust already. "Sit on it." she husked, "Sit on it and let him get used to the feel of your womb, then fuck him slowly." The horny teen lowered herself slowly, absorbing the delicious feel of the cock going into her. John lay still, his cock finally getting the touch it wanted. For him it was almost a relief, which was lucky, because he needed a minute or two to brace himself for the storm of pleasure-stings to come. "So pretty." Pam observed as the last inch was embedded. She reached down to fondle his balls just below the fabulous curve of the teenager's ass crack. "You gonna fuck this slut, Johnny boy?" she asked her lover. "Please, please let me fuck her." John pleaded. "You gonna squirt your sperm in her, even if it knocks her up, naughty boy?" "Yes, yes, anything, but I have to cum, I have to." he begged. "Alright, little whore, you can take his seed up your cunt. But you have to use your hole to suck it out of him. Beg for it good and I'll let you fuck him and cum on him." "Please, please let me fuck him and feel his cum shoot in me. Please, I need it sooooo bad." Kristy begged. Pam's evil side loved to hear the two of them beg her for their release. "Don't move yet." she ordered them both. She then climbed up on the bed herself, and straddled John's head. Slowly, she lowered her sloppy cunt onto his face. When she felt his lips on hers, she rubbed herself sexily on him, spreading her juice all over his handsome face. Eventually, she tired of this and settled her clit where his tongue could lick it. "Fuck his cock, whore. I'll fuck his face. Let's bury this bastard in womanhood till he knows we're the master sex." Kristy started fucking instantly. She slid up and down the wonderful cock in a steady rhythm. Pam just held herself over the sweet tongue, savoring the feel of it. He could lick pussy almost as well as a woman could, she thought. Another good reason to keep him around. The two women were facing one another, so it was natural for them to feel each other's tits, and lean into one another's kiss. Musky sex-drenched tongues were exchanged. Tweaked and pulled nipples sent tingles of lust down to stuffed and licked pussies. The extravagant superfluity of sexual feelings, on top of the cums they both recently had, sent them into a kind of sensual paradise. John was in his own paradise, licking and sucking on a gorgeous pussy as he felt the tight hot pussy of the teen sex goddess ripple up and down his increasingly sensitive cock. He hoped he could last until they both came, but he wasn't sure. Kristy was the first to explode. She always loved the feel of a sliding cock when she was on top -- it massaged her clit in such a sweet way. "Fuuuuuuuuuck" she grunted again, and hunched again, this time on the cock in her pussy. "Cum on it, bitch." Pam growled. She rubbed her pussy even harder on John's tongue. For his part, he couldn't last any longer. "Gaaaaaaaaaaa." he groaned into the grinding cunt, and thrust his hips up to squirt his long-held load of white-hot sperm into Kristy's welcoming, and cumming, womb. "Yeah, yeah!" Pam squealed "Juice her, squirt her, knock her up!" The wildness of it sent her over too, and she screamed again, this time into Kristy's twisted face as she felt her guts turn to white fire and explode in John's open mouth. All three wiggled and jerked and humped like animals, then slowly the two women quieted, and rolled off the sex-drenched body of the languid man. Gasps for breath were heard everywhere, but they gradually subsided. But no one moved, laying together in a sweaty naked tangle on Pam's waterbed. I wonder what time it is? Pam eventually thought, lying there. And I wonder if any neighbors have noticed the strange car in the driveway at this not-very-innocent hour? But the risk sent a tiny tingle up her almost exhausted pussy. Ah, fuck the neighbors, she thought. Then: Hey, that's not such a bad idea. Maybe we will. Chapter 4: Doctor's Appointment Following their night of unrestrained lust, in the clear cool light of dawn Pam and John had asked Kristy to make a doctor's appointment for a blood test for HIV. They offered to pay for it, but Kristy said they didn't need to, because she knew a doctor who would give her free services. Well, maybe not entirely free, but if all you had to do was give a good-looking doctor a blow job, that wasn't a hard price for the sexy teenager to pay. That's how she got the birth-control pills from Dr. Greer years ago, and naturally she called him for this appointment too. His receptionist, Gwen, knew a special arrangement when she saw one, and scheduled her for the blood drawing the very next day, and a follow-up as the last appointment of the next week. -=*=- The last patient had left a quarter hour before Kristy drove up, late as usual, for her follow-up appointment. "Hi Kristy!" Gwen chirped as the door to the small practice closed behind the luscious ass of the redheaded teen. Gwen knew Kristy from school -- she had graduated the same year the younger girl had become a freshman. Gwen was close to being the sex goddess of her class, but was a bit too slim and small-chested to claim the title outright. But if it had been chosen on talent, as opposed to looks also, the willowy blonde would have won going away. Dr. Greer could recognize talent when he saw it, which is why he hired her as his receptionist. Receiving, as well as giving, was something Gwen was well qualified for. "Hi Gwen! Am I too late? Shit, I'm always late for everything. I'm so sorry." "No, you're right on time. the nurse just left, since I told her that was the last for the day. But of course we don't count you in the official patient list." she replied with a sly smile. Kristy knew exactly what was going on, and loved it. But she was a little worried. You tend to be when the doctor wants to talk to you after a blood test. "What does Dr. Greer want?" Kristy asked. "Nothing much. Don't worry -- your test was negative. But he wants to talk to you. So come on back with me." she said with a inviting smile. "I'll bet he just wants to talk." Kristy muttered under her breath. As she followed Gwen, she couldn't help but watch the older girl's sexy ass swaying, thinking to herself how nice it might be to taste what lay between those legs. Dr. Greer was waiting in the examination room -- a switch from the usual procedure. There was no one else in the office, which appeared to be closed, with all lights off except for the hall and the examination room Dr. Greer was in. Surely, Kristy thought, the friendly doctor would want another "payment" for the services he rendered. Good thing he was good-looking, even for a very old man of forty or so. He didn't even have much gray in his hair, and his cock was, well, just about the biggest Kristy had seen -- even bigger than Gary, the school's top stud. "Hello Kristy." he said cordially, "nice to see you again.". "Nice to see you, Dr. Greer." replied Kristy, a trifle warily. "First, let me assure you your test was negative, which means you have no infection. In fact, as far as we can tell, you're young and healthy as a horse." "Well, thanks, I guess." "That's good." he smiled, "Being healthy as a horse is an old saying. But, Kristy, quite frankly people don't come in and ask for HIV tests unless they have been engaging in what they know is risky behavior, wouldn't you agree with that?" Kristy truly hated being lectured by adults. "Yes, Dr. Greer." And she had endured thousands of them, it seemed to her. She knew how to be agreeable, and then do whatever she wanted once the lecture was over. "But I'm your doctor, not your advisor. I can't tell you what do to with your life, but I can tell you that while running risks can seem like fun to a young person who thinks they're immortal, it has resulted in some young folks never having lived to see their twenty-fifth birthday. You wouldn't want that, would you?" "But I thought that AIDS was mostly a gay thing, and that if I stayed away from boys that inclined to the queer side, so to speak, I'd be pretty safe. I don't know of any kids at Pinecrest that have AIDS." The young girl had decided to be more assertive, since she was over eighteen now, instead of her usual "yes sir, yes sir" self. "That's a common misconception Kristy." Dr. Greer was being his responsible adult self now, although Kristy wished he'd just get horny and pull out his cock. "First, HIV is a virus, and doesn't know or care what the sexual preference of the person it infects may happen to be. It doesn't care whether it's a man or a woman. Second, you can't know which boys may have had a homosexual experience, since high-school boys hide that more carefully than they hide their copies of Penthouse, and third, an HIV infection doesn't bloom into visible AIDS for many years, but you can still pick up the virus while it's hiding. So you see, you aren't safe at all unless your sexual partners use condoms... got that?" "Yes, I do, but Dr. Greer," Kristy had decided to steer the conversion in a direction she was more comfortable with, "first of all, I'm so horny, and I feel that way almost all the time. Even after I've had great sex several times in one night, when I wake up the next morning, my pussy feels already like it wants more. When I'm in math class, and the teacher is talking about equations, I'm thinking about hard cocks with purple heads all ready to cum. In English, instead of irregular verbs, I'm thinking about irregular tongues licking up and down my pussy. I wear a pad to school every day, and often I have to change it around lunchtime it gets so soaked. I know I'm abnormal, but I can't seem to help it." "You're not abnormal." Dr Greer said, even as he felt his own cock twinge and start to swell in his pants at the young girl's sexual imagery, "Many young people have hormone storms frequently at your age. And I understand that once you start to become sexually active, you will continue to be. That's just human nature. But it doesn't take much effort to take a few elementary precautions, when so much is at stake." "I have a question. Is it safe to have sex with virgins?" "Well, if they truly are virgins, yes, the risk would be minimal." "And how about with people that have been tested and are clean, is that okay?" "Again, if you are sure they have been tested and aren't lying about it, and haven't had any unprotected sex since their last test, then the risk is less, certainly." "Well, Dr Greer, have you been tested?" the girl asked saucily, yet with a hint of seduction. "Yes." he replied. He picked up on her tone of voice instantly, and his cock began to fill pleasurably. "Would you mind examining me to see if I really am normal?" she asked in an almost, but not quite, innocent voice. But the savvy doctor knew what this was an invitation for. "Certainly." he replied. "But I have to have another female present, it's the law. Would you mind if Gwen joined us?" "Not at all, I'd like that." Kristy replied, thinking of the gentle swaying of the sexy ass as she followed it down the hallway. "Please undress then, I'll be right back." Dr. Greer steped outside to the hall and talked to his hand-picked receptionist. "Gwen, would you be so kind as to check the doors to be sure they are locked, and also make sure the lights are off in the reception area, and then join me in exam room C." By way of reply, Gwen pulled him into the shadows and leaned up to give him a sexy french kiss, while grabbing his crotch where she felt the big hard cock getting even bigger. He kissed her back and felt up her ass. They had both been waiting eagerly for the sexy teen to make another appearance, and had planned this setup pretty carefully. Returning to the little exam room, they were both pleased to see the sexy Kristy standing there as naked as the day she was born, not even socks on her feet. Most patients would have quickly donned a hospital gown, but not the sexy redhead, who loved showing off her body. The forty-one year old doctor and his twenty-two year old receptionist were an appreciative audience. Gwen could feel her honey start to flow at the sight of the beautiful uplifted tits and heartbreakingly gorgeous ass, with it's rounded curves leading down to perfectly smooth sexy legs. For his part, the doctor felt his cock stiffen to its full length of just over nine inches, making a visible bulge in his pants. But he was an experienced, not to say jaded, gourmet of sexual pleasure and so he proceeded with the plan. "Please climb up on the table, Kristy, and let me adjust these stirrups. When I get them out to the proper spot, please put one foot in each one." His horny patient did as she was told, and soon she was spread wide for examination, her drooling pussy exposed for both to see and admire. It was clear how aroused she was, as the pink lips shone with moisture in the bright exam light, and the swelling of her labia and even her clit was very visible. Anyone within three feet could smell the enticing musk that called her suitors to the seat of pleasure. She was truly a goddess of fertility and lust. He placed his stool between her legs and sat on it. Gwen took a position behind him, her eyes glued to the red/pink slit. She could feel her own panties reach the saturation point, and wondered how long it would be till she could get out of them. But meanwhile, Dr. Greer had began to run his fingers up and down Kristy's vertical smile, making her feel the honeyed stings of sexual pleasure. She closed her eyes, as his finger probed at her hole, and slid it's way in. "Hmmmmm." he mumbled in the time-honored doctor way, as his fingers sought her g-spot. "Tell me when you feel something special." he instructed her, and pushed on the upper wall of her slick vagina until she arched a little and said "Oh yesssssssss". "Very normal reactions." he said, and continued to probe and stroke. "Oh, Dr. Greer, that feels so goooooooood." she breathed sexily. "Try to hold still Kristy." he instructed his patient, who had begun to writhe and moan. Dutifully, she held as still as possible as he brought he other hand up and began to rub and flick at her clit. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Oh, god!" She gasped, "That is like heaven, like heaven, please don't stop." But he did stop, and held his finger near her clit as his other two fingers were deep in her pussy. "Now, I want you to flex your vaginal muscles". Kristy obeyed, tightening her special muscles on his fingers. He could feel it clearly. "Very good," he said, trying to keep a clinical voice even though his cock felt like it would burst with pleasure, "you have excellent muscle control." "I assume you are orgasmic?" he asked her. "Yes, very much." she moaned. He withdrew his fingers from her and said, "Well, then there's no need to test that today." "Please, please test it Dr. Greer." she pleaded, "I think I need it pretty bad right now. Please?" The sound of her sexy begging made both the good doctor and his receptionist surge with lust. Of course, being the gentleman he was, he wasn't really going to leave her in such need. Besides, if he didn't direct Gwen's sexual energy onto Kristy, she might well jump him and fuck him to death. It was now nearly a medical necessity that all three persons in the exam room achieve sexual release as thoroughly as possible. "Well, Kristy, you are a normal, sexually responsive eighteen-year-old woman. Perhaps you are on the high side in terms of hormone flow, but still well within normal. As such, you need frequent sexual relief in order to function normally in society. Gwen and I can see the stress you are in right now, and we can offer a treatment that will temporarily remove that stress. Would you like that?" "Yes, Dr Greer, I do need a treatment. Please give it to me." And she thought she was only going to be giving a blowjob! Yeah, I'm going to give it to you, you little slut he thought as he stood up and undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. His boxers followed, and his large fleshy cock, it's white skin stretched tight and it's blue veins bulging, stood up forcefully, pointing directly at his horny patient's dripping cunt. "You may remove any garments that are in your way, Gwen." he said to the sexy brown-haired girl, and she unzipped and dropped her skirt and panties with what could have been considered unseemly haste in a more restrained atmosphere. He stepped one step closer between the spread legs, until the tip of his cock was almost touching the waiting, wanting slit of the sexually transported Kristy. "You know what to do." he said to Gwen, and indeed she did. Wrapping her slim fingers around the thick cock, she guided it up to Kristy's labia, and began to slowly work it up and down, as if she was painting his precum onto, and into, the sensitive pink flesh. "Oh goood, oh yesssssss" Kristy muttered and moaned as the pleasure swept over her. "Spread your lips." Dr. Greer ordered, and Kristy reached down and with her two hands pulled her labia apart, so that the inner lips, a dark vermilion in color and soaking with honey, were revealed. The entrance to her well-travelled hole was clearly evident, and Gwen guided the tip of her doctor/lover's cock up to it and socketed it in. "Yesssssss." Kristy moaned again, wanting the huge pole up inside her. The horny doctor pushed his hips forward, until the large purple head squeezed into the yielding flesh and disappeared inside it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh " Kristy groaned. But the doctor mercilessly (or mercifully, depending on your point of view) kept pushing in, and more and more of the thick flesh-colored cock kept sliding in. "Oh Gooooooood" the stuffed girl groaned again. "She's making a lot of noise. Can you do something about that?" the doctor asked Gwen. By way of response, the horny young woman climbed up onto the examination table near Kristy's face, and positioned her knees on either side of the teen's freckled face. Spreading her own pussy lips with her fingers, she slowly lowered it down onto the lovely mouth of the moaning redhead. "Lick me, suck me good and I'll give you a reward." Gwen said sexily to her prone pussy licker. Dr. Greer meanwhile pushed his cock even further into Kristy, and this time her moans were muffled by the wet sex that pressed down on her face. She dutifully licked up at Gwen's spread labia, making them drool even more with lusty, musky juices. "Oh, yeah." he groaned as he felt his cock bottom out deep inside her. "Is she tight?" Gwen asked him. "Fine, tight pussy." he replied. "Just like mine?" "Like yours, honey." he reassured her. "Fuck her tight cunt." Gwen husked, "I'll fuck her face." "I want to see you spray her face when you cum." he groaned to his sexy lover. "Yeah, then you shoot that load up her cunt and I'll eat it out." Gwen replied. They both moaned aloud at this nasty talk, and both began to move. The doctor began to slide in and out of Kristy's stretched vagina, and Gwen began to rub her pussy on the well-fucked girl's mouth, and then put her finger on her own clit and begin to gently flick at it. "You keep sucking like that, I'm gonna squirt my cum juice on your face and in your mouth." Gwen groaned to Kristy underneath her. The teenager just kept licking and slurping and sucking like a sex demon, but all she could really feel was the huge pole sliding in and out between her legs. She was close to cumming already. The "treatment" continued in sync for a few more minutes. Little grunts and moans escaped from the lips of all three entangled sex partners, as they rubbed their sensitive body parts together in a increasing spiral of heated lust. Loins heaved and thrust in rhythm. Wet slapping and slurping sounds filled the little room, as did the hot scent of unrestrained sex. Soon, Kristy felt herself climb and then roll over the top of the pleasure curve. She couldn't even imagine holding back her orgasm. "Unnnnggggghhhhhhh" she grunted and moaned as her hips begin to hunch and thrash and the liquid fire flowed through her veins down to the tips of her sexy toes. "She coming off." Greer told Gwen in a strained voice. "I know it." she replied, as the teenager kept writhing on the table beneath the two adults. "Are you close?" he asked his lover. "Fuck yes, are you?" she gasped in reply. "Goddamn right I am." he groaned back. "You cum first I wanna see it." Gwen raised her cunt off the teenager's mouth, which was no longer was useful as a stimulant since she was moaning during her long hard cum. She positioned herself over the cute face and began to frig her clit harder. Her finger became a blur as she sought to bring herself the badly needed sweet release. "Open your mouth, slut." she ordered Kristy. "Open your mouth I'm gonna cum in it. Now." The girl heard and obeyed. As soon as she saw the mouth open submissively, Gwen felt the pleasure overflow her dikes, and she began to thrust her hips and moaned "oooooooooooooohhhhh, oh, yes yes yes". Greer could watch, from his position behind her, as spurts of clear liquid began to squirt from Gwen's pussy and coat Kristy's face. Some squirts went directly into her opened mouth, others landed all over her face and hair and neck, as Gwen was unable to hold her hips still as she came. "Oh fuuuuuuck." Gwen groaned. "So goddamn sexy." Greer gasped as he felt his own pleasure sharpen to the breaking point. "Take my cum you slut." he grunted, and thrust his hips hard up inside her. His dick stiffened one last time, and then the sharp waves of spasms sent surge after surge of hot white semen up into the warm tight cunt of the teen. There was so much that it overflowed her pussy, and dribbles flowed out around his cock and down into her ass crack. "Fill her up you horny fucker." Gwen said as she heard him cum. For her part, she rubbed her wet pussy lips all over the soaked face of the redheaded girl who was right now receiving her lover's load of sperm. "Unh! unh! unh!" he grunted as his cock shot it's heavy load. In a short moment, they all lay breathing hard, Kristy prone on the exam table, Gwen squatting on her face, and Dr. Greer still plugging her overflowing pussy with his cock still jerking softly in little aftershocks. Experienced though she was, Kristy had never seen anything like Gwen's squirting pussy. She had thought it was piss at first, but it was pure honey, and she had swallowed quite a bit, and liked the taste. "You shoot her full?" Gwen finally asked, in her sexy voice. "Yeah, I bet you want some, don't you?" he asked back, still holding his cock up inside the teen sex queen. "Oh yeah, baby, keep her plugged till I get down there." she replied, dismounting from Kristy's wet freckled face. "God that was fantastic!" Kristy exclaimed, somewhat dazedly. She could still feel the long thick cock stuffed up inside her, even though it was beginning to slowly deflate. "I love the way you grunt when you cum, Dr. Greer." "Yeah, you would, you horny slut. Did you like your face bath? She sure can squirt that cum." "I loved it. I bet you've had a mouthful or two of it haven't you?" Kristy gave as good as she got. "God I love it too!" he admitted. He had by this time totally dropped his in-total-control doctor manner. Meanwhile, Gwen had taken a position directly under the point where the doctor's large dick was still plugging up Kristy's hole. She could smell the hot musky smell of sex, and see the foam of sperm around the shaft, as it dribbled down onto the exam table. She nastily licked the underside of his dangling balls to let him know she was there. "All right, honey, pull that gorgeous cock out and let me have my dessert!" she said. He granted her request, and pulled his long cock out, causing a cascade of mixed sperm and honey to flow from Kristy's well-fucked hole. As soon as the cock left it, Gwen's head struck like a snake, quickly covering up the gaping tunnel, and plugging it with her tongue. She opened her mouth wide, and just let the flow pour into it, stopping every once in a while to swallow. Her tongue swirled around in the delicious sex cocktail as she savored her favorite taste. "Look at that horny bitch suck pussy!" Dr. Greer exclaimed. Kristy loved the feel of it, and she just had to look at it too. She propped herself up on her elbows to get a view of the sexy brunette slurping noisily between her legs. "Shit what a kinky perverted thing to do!" the always-horny redhead said, "I love it!" She was thinking, to hell with these stupid high school kids, I'm going to stick with the adults, who are not only perverts but know how to fuck and suck like experts. Hell, I'm over eighteen, I'm an adult too. About time I moved to a new level of fun! "Kristy, tell you what, why don't you be a nasty kinky slut and bear down and force more cum into her mouth? You do that and she'll love you for it. I've seen this before; she just loves to suck cum from a pussy or even an asshole." "Eat this, bitch." Kristy exclaimed, and began to work her vaginal muscles, tightening them so as to force more cum out. The sight made even the recently spent cock of the over-forty doctor start to rise again. The sound of slurping increased, as the uninhibited Gwen dealt with the increase in tasty delights streaming from inside the sexy teenager. When the flow died down, Gwen turned from sucking to licking, and said happily "That's the sweetest sauce in the world!" "I call her the Protein Queen." joked Dr. Greer. But Kristy was being overcome by the sensations of having her pussy licked and sucked. She lay her head back down, and moaned "Lick me till I cum again, baby. Make me cum in your face." "Fuck, if you're gonna cum in my face, I'm gonna cum in yours." replied the sexually precocious Gwen, as she got up off her knees, went over to the side of the table, and climbed back on it. This time, her face was over Kristy's fragrant cunt, and her own pussy was over the sexy teen's face, still wet with the juices from the last cum bath. The two fit together nicely in a sixty-nine, and when Gwen lowered her pussy and her head, both girls started to lick and suck in earnest. The horny doctor had been enjoying the girls' sexy talk and actions, as he recovered from his recent powerful cum. But as they assumed the sixty-nine position, he could feel his cock pulse and swell to its full hardness. He reached down and started to idly stroke it as he watched intently. Kristy's feet were still in the wide-spread stirrups, so her sexy legs were open to the maximum. Gwen's face was buried in her pink hot slit as she licked the sensitive labia. The older girl's ass was pressed lewdly over Kristy's cute face, and the teenager didn't waste any time or effort, but licked and sucked on the offered cunt wantonly. The wet sounds of the licking filled the tiny room, as both girls squirmed and moaned under each others oral assault. "You mind if I fuck that sweet tight cunt while you suck it?" Dr. Greer finally asked his receptionist, after standing there watching the fantastically sexy sixty-nine as long as he could stand it. "Slide it in there lover." she replied. He moved to his former position between Kristy's widespread legs, and Gwen pulled her head up so he could get his cockhead up to the teens open pussy. Once he got it there, Gwen took it in her hand and guided the head to the entrance. Greer pushed, and in it went again, causing a gasp and moan to come from the mouth between Gwen's legs. "God damn, it's so fucking big!" Kristy groaned. "I love it!" He pushed it in slowly, letting her get the full effect of the invasion. She moaned and groaned in agonized pleasure. Gwen watched from up close the slow disappearance of the thick, long cock into the yielding flesh. He couldn't quite get it in all the way before he hit bottom, so he just stopped there and moved his hips side to side, letting her feel stuffed on his pleasure pole. "You like getting fucked by big dicks don't you, slut girl?" he asked. "Yeah, please fuck me... please..." Kristy pleaded. The virile doctor begin the pleasure slide, slipping his cock slowly in and out of the teenager's clinging pussy. It felt fantastic, even though he had just cum not long ago. It must be the sheer depraved sexiness of it all that had him going so strong, he thought. But he was loving it. Gwen, however, was unable to get her mouth back on Kristy's cunt, and further, because she was getting fucked so royally, the teenager wasn't paying much attention to the older girls needs. "Hey baby, I can't get to her. How's about fucking me for a change?" Gwen suggested to her boss, as she wiggled her ass seductively. "I will if I can fuck your ass." replied the older man, as he steadily stroked his big cock in the teenagers tight pussy. "Ok, baby, just use lots of lube." It was a deal he could live with. Gwen's ass, which he knew intimately, would be an even tighter hole than Kristy's cunt. The horny doctor craved tight holes for his lusty cock, and so he pulled out of the pussy he was fucking and reached into a nearby drawer for a tube of KY. As soon as his dick left it's nest, Gwen's lips and tongue replaced it. Soon Gwen felt the lubricated finger of her lover working it's way into her asshole, which she relaxed automatically from months of practice. You could not be the doctor's lover without learning to accommodate his large cock in your ass, unless you were his wife, but they hardly ever made love anymore anyway. That's why he had Gwen -- to receive both his libido and his copious injections of sperm in every hole in her body. She was generously rewarded both financially and in sexual attentions, which she craved. While her pussy was being deliciously licked, Kristy watched entranced as Dr. Greer squirted KY on and in Gwen's asshole, then inserted two fingers and worked them inside. Gwen did not even miss a lick. Following that act, he pulled up some kind of stool or something (Kristy could not see what), stood on it, and without ceremony guided his bulbous purple cockhead up to the greasy asshole. He pushed forward without waiting, causing Gwen to groan into Kristy's pussy. As the head disappeared inside, followed by inch after inch of the huge cock, Kristy thought she had never seen anything so sexy and so exciting. "Oh, yeah, fuck her ass...fuck it good!" she moaned as the last inch was embedded. Gwen moaned very loud. "Lick my balls, slut, then lick her clit so she cums on my cock." the sexy doctor ordered. Kristy gladly did just what she was told, as she heard Gwen moan "Please fuck my ass slow." "Get to licking that pussy, bitch, or I'll pull it out." he responded. Gwen immediately started to lick Kristy's pussy again. Soon the three were in sync with one another, the girls licking one anothers hard sensitive clits, and the good doctor sliding steadily in his receptionist's ass. Kristy was first to cum. She stopped licking, and moaned "Yes, yes, oh god, oh GOD I'm CUMMING!!! Oooohhhhhhhhhh!" she hunched her hips as best she could, and groaned out "fuck fuck fuck yesssssssssssssss!" As soon as the over sexed teen could recover even part of her senses, she could hear the older man urgently ordering her "Lick her clit, come on, make her ass cum on my cock, do it, Kristy, do you hear me?" Before the teen could respond, Gwen gasped, "No, no. Let's both cum on her face." It was the most perverted, lascivious idea the doctor had ever heard, and he was all for it, naturally. "All right, then frig yourself and tell me when you're ready to cum." "Keep fucking my ass." she replied as she reached a finger back under her to diddle her own clit. She knew she'd get off surer and faster doing that than if Kristy kept licking her. Kristy just lay there gasping and looking as Gwen's finger made a blur on her clit, and the hard thick cock kept on sliding in and out of her stretched asshole. "Hurry up, or I'm going to cum first" Greer panted. Let's do it together, I'm close." Gwen groaned. After about thirty more seconds of determined fucking and rubbing, Gwen half yelled "Now!" and Greer pulled his cock out of her with a popping sound. The older girl then began to hunch her hips, and moaned, "cumiiinnggg... awwwwwwwww aw! aw! aw!" Again, as Kristy closed her eyes in self-protection, and Greer watched entranced with lust, the clear spurts of girl cum rained down on the sexy teen's cute face. The doctor jerked his cock swiftly, in an attempt to add his own cum to the mixture. In no time at all, his big cock stiffened and began to pulse, and ropes of white cum squirted down on the face upturned to receive them. It was the sexiest, lewdest, most wonderful sight the older man had ever seen in real life. He felt like he was the star in a porno movie, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open until the last drops had dribbled both from his cock and Gwen's overflowing cunt. Kristy's face was covered in warm cum. She ran her tongue out and licked her lips, as Dr. Greer rubbed his cock all over the girls freckled cheeks. Eventually, his legs weak, the doctor climbed off his stool, and stood leaning against the medicine cabinet in the corner. He wanted to remember the lewd scene before him for the rest of his life. As he watched, Gwen climbed off the table, and walked a little unsteadily around to where Kristy's head was, and began to lasciviously lick the mix of his cum and hers from the teenager's face. Dr. Greer could only sigh. His cock was drained, deflating even as he watched, but he would have loved to have his video camera there to record this scene -- to hell with the risk. What was life if you couldn't be a little reckless once in a while? Chapter 5: In the Library When Kristy arrived for school the next morning, after her doctors appointment, Pam was quick to track her down before her first class started. "Kristene, could you please come into my office for a few seconds?" Pam asked her in the crowded hallway. Together, they retired into Pam's guidance office, the one without any windows to the outside. Pam closed the door behind her, without locking it. "How did it go?" the guidance counselor asked the sexy teen, trying to keep any hint of concern out of her voice. "Stop worrying, Pam." Kristy answered, "The tests were negative. See, I knew there'd be no problem." "When you're eighteen, that's an easy assumption to make." was all Pam could reply. "Besides, " Kristy said with that flirtatious, seductive tone her voice could take on, "I just loved the visit. They always give me special treatment there." "Really?" said Pam, settling back into her chair behind the desk. "And all for free? That's one nice doctor. I ought to go to him." "Yeah, you ought to. And his receptionist is pretty cool too!" God, Pam thought, did this slut fuck the doctor and his receptionist in their office? If it were anybody but Kristy, she'd know they were lying. But that's what she was implying, not by her words but the tone of voice they were spoken in. "Would you like to tell me the details?" asked Pam. "Sure, but maybe later, at your house?" replied Kristy. "I have to go to class soon." Her smile was wicked and seductive. Pam felt the little demon turn loose in her. She looked at the smiling, sexy girl, and remembered what furious sex they'd had between each other and with John. She could feel her own honey start to flow from the thought. She looked at the closed, but unlocked door. The demon began pricking her softly with his little trident. "Yes. Later, at my house. Around ten tonight." she told Kristy, who got up to leave with a "Yes, ma'am" and an evil grin. "Not yet." said Pam. "Sit down." Kristy sat back down. "Show me your tits." Pam whispered, loud enough for Kristy, but hopefully not for anyone outside to hear. The uninhibited girl did not hesitate, or even look back at the unlocked door. She simply pulled her blouse from out of her pants, and lifted it up to reveal her gorgeous braless tits, taut and proud in youth, their nipples brown and standing up. "So pretty." Pam said. "Now, flick your left nipple and make it as hard as it can be." Kristy did exactly that, but sexily and seductively, true to her nature. The forefinger of her right hand rubbed and pinched and flicked at her left nipple until the pleasure made it stand up in it's full crinkly glory. "Does that make your honey flow in your pussy, naughty girl?" Pam asked. "Yes, Miss Roberts." Kristy replied in the submissive voice that made Pam's own pussy tingle and surge. "I don't think I can wait until ten tonight. Put your blouse back in, and meet me in the library thirty minutes after school is over, today." Pam ordered. Kristy replied, "Yes, Ma'am" in that submissive voice that she, being a savvy young thing, knew turned Pam on more than just about anything. She tucked the blouse back into her shirt, and slipped out the door, leaving Pam to wonder how in hell she was going to make it through the day with her head full of nasty thoughts about fucking Kristy as soon as possible. Her time would be well spent, from the school's point of view, if she just masturbated right here at her desk before the day really started, but she just couldn't see herself explaining that to the school board at her termination of employment hearing, so she had to wait. Having a student show her breasts even for a minute was enough risk to run, at least for one morning. -=*=- Christine Galloway looked up at the clock on the wall of the library, her library. Three-forty five. Only fifteen more minutes until her official time was up. And, she thought happily, only five more days until school was out, and five more after that for staff, and then it was time to head for the beach! Beaches were one of the things she loved about America. The waters of the Atlantic were warm, not like in her native Ireland, and you could sit there all day and soak up the sun, and ogle the lasses in their skimpy bikinis, thinking all the while about what you'd do to them if you could get them alone for a little private time. Not that she often did, of course, because for her the career had to come first. Her family was not wealthy, and only the death of her one rich uncle had provided the money to get an education in America. She had studied Library Science at UNC, and this was the first job for the ambitious twenty-five year old. She was determined to do a great job and move up in the world. She walked among the library computers, making sure each one was rebooted and ready for the next day. It was one of her last tasks, and she finished as the janitors completed their vacuuming, switched off the noisy machines, and closed the library door. Peace at last. She switched off the main lights, and settled into the cube at the far corner of the large (for a high school) library, and logged in. Her friends at college had left an account open for her on the university computer. It was a way around the block the school had on internet access. That way, she could log in to the UNIX machine, and use TIN to browse newsgroups the students at Pinecrest could never see. One of her favorites was alt.sex.stories. Of course, it was hard to find anything interesting amid the horrible spam and dross that had invaded her place in the last year, and was only getting worse. But you could still find the occasional nugget, you just had to work harder at it. The moderated newsgroup was nicer, but there weren't as many stories there. You were less likely to find a good realistic lesbian story, and that was what she really preferred, especially one with lots of sexy kissing. The codes were helpful, and she looked at several with an FF code. The first two were pretty standard fare; but the third, even though FF was only one of the combinations, had possibilities. It involved a sexy high school senior and a school employee, and the atmosphere was slutty while staying positive and sexy. Several screens into the story, by the time the girl lay over the older woman's lap with her ass raised for a spanking, Christine was hooked. Spanking, when one girl does it to another, was one of her pet kinks. She could feel her pussy tingle and her juice flow as she read on. Jesus and Mary, as the girl was spanked, she had to confess her sins, and one of them was getting horny as she was spanked! The talk was dirty without being demeaning. Eventually, the girl got fingerfucked to orgasm, in both the ass and the pussy, then had to eat the older woman right there in her chair. There was something about a man watching, but Christine was not interested in that part. By the time she finished the story, her Irish blood was boiling. Rarely had anything made her so horny so fast! She had forced herself to keep her finger off her pussy, because she just didn't feel comfortable pulling down her pants in her own library. She wished she'd worn a dress today, dresses were easier to push up to get to the sweet spot. It was time to go, once again, to the AV storage room. Before, during a couple of other periods of after-school desperation, Christine had decided that the little room off the library, which not even the janitors had a key to, was the perfect place for privacy. The expensive audio-visual stuff was stored there, and only the principal and a few other employees had a key. She had one, because as librarian she controlled who had access to the AV equipment. She crossed the dark, silent, empty library and moved swiftly up to the windowless door. Quietly, she slid her key in the lock and turned, then equally silently she slipped inside and closed the door. She didn't know why she was so quiet; it was just instinct, since her mission was one of very unauthorized self-gratification it just felt natural to be sneaky. Take no chances beyond those necessary was one of her mottoes. She had barely turned around to walk down to the little chair in the back when she heard it. "Ooooohh!" a high-pitched feminine voice half-whispered. To the experienced ear, the tone said only one thing: sex! Someone was having sex in the AV room! Christine realized this with a shock that made her forget her own horniness. But how? No one had a key except a few adults. It must be kids, maybe they had snuck in earlier in the day, hid out, and were now shamelessly fucking. Cautiously, the librarian decided to check it out before intervening, as she knew she must do. You couldn't be too careful: Perhaps several boys were raping a girl (though the sound was one of pleasure not pain), at any rate, better to see what you're getting into before jumping in. She carefully took a couple of steps toward where she thought the cry came from, in the back of the room behind some filing cabinets. "Ooooooo yes" she heard again as she got closer. It sure sounded like someone was having a hell of a lot of fun. As she got close enough to see around the cabinets that hid the action, partially, she could only see two obviously feminine legs, on a spread-out blanket no less, but oddly, they were pointed knees down, not up, and they were not spread. "Oh yes, baby slut, yes." the high-pitched voice gasped in a sort of a whisper, as if she was trying to keep the noise down. Christine took another cautious step, and this revealed the outlines of what was happening. Although neither upper body was revealed, you could see a superbly sexy ass on the girl whose belly was on the blanket, and you could see the calves and feet of -- another woman? -- on either side of the ass. The legs were spread and the knees bent. With a shock and thrill, Christine realized they were two girls. The librarian relaxed somewhat. With no boys, there was less of a physical threat. These days, you couldn't just burst in on students engaged in illegal or immoral activities without running the risk of being a part of those activities in a very unpleasant way. But who were the girls, and was there a boy there she didn't see yet? Another quiet step closer. The room was lit only by two skylights, and the light was adequate but not bright. But once she got a look at the head of the girl doing the licking, she recognized instantly the red mane of Kristy Whitman. No surprise there. Kristy was well known among students and faculty alike as being both bisexual and promiscuous. Secretly, Christine had in fact invited Kristy to many a private orgy in the fantasy space inside her brain. Together, in the darkness of her apartment, alone in her bed, the librarian had fantasized nearly every nasty combination two girls could get into with Kristy as her co-pilot. Now she was seeing the real thing. Christine could feel her emotions changing. The arousal that she had crept into this back room with, had begun to return. Two girls, licking one another! How she'd wished she had the guts, or the stupidity, to be able to hook up with Kristy or a few of the other bisexual or lesbian students. Her cunt had told her yes a thousand times, but her brain always overrode it. Now all she could do was watch. Who was the other? The librarian took one step closer, trying to see around the cabinets. But it was risky. She noticed a little stool near her, and carefully pulled it over. She stood up on it, slowly, and was able to get an above view over the cabinets at the lusty lesbian sex scene not fifteen feet away in the dimly-lit room. The other girl was blonde and looked much older. Her head was turned away, but she soon in her pleasure agony turned it face up. Then Christine got her second shock in as many minutes: Pam Roberts, the guidance counselor! Holy Mary Mother of God! While she, Christine, had been a proper employee, the seemingly conservative Pam was getting it on with the sexiest girl in school! She felt a twinge of envy mixed in with the shock. It was even more shocking, considering not only that no one could have suspected the proper Miss Roberts of sexual misconduct, but also that Pam was obviously dating the equally conservative John Sullivan. Now Christine was watching her not just have sex with a student, of the same sex, but also cheat on her boyfriend into the bargain. I should just creep out of here, Christine thought. No need to get mixed up in this; it's between Pam and Kristy. Yes: that's what she thought, but that's not what she did. She did not move from the stool. Her eyes took in the lewd scene, but her body did not respond except to stand there, and start the sluice gates between her legs flowing again. "Jesus Christ you cuntlicking little whore, you're gonna kill me with that sweet tongue." Pam gasped and grunted as Kristy's head bobbed up and down between her spread legs. The teen was not being subtle. Her tongue swiped and flicked at the older woman's hard clit, stopping only to dip deep inside and scoop up the overflowing honey that cascaded from the desperately aroused guidance counselors hot slit. "Tongue fuck me till I cum in your face." Pam swore fiercely. A man might have misunderstood this to mean put his tongue in her vagina, but Kristy knew what she meant was to get her off fast. She puckered her sweet sexy lips around the hard little nubbin of pleasure, and at the same time both sucked on it, and laved it with her tongue. The purpose was to induce orgasm, and the expert oral act did it's job well. Christine watched from her perch rapt, hardly even blinking, as the athletic body of the sexy Pam began its cum. First, her toes curled, then her legs flexed and her hips rose up off the blanket. Her head arched back as far as possible, as with her eyes tight shut she began gasping "yes yes fuck yes oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Her hips began hunching almost violently against the embedded face of the sucking teenager. Christine could see Kristy's tits and ass quiver as her body absorbed the shocks the humping loins of the older woman administered to her. She took it without complaint, holding her face tight against the spasming cunt. "Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Pam gargled, and her hips made two more heaves off the blanket before settling down. Her chest pumped air as the sexy Kristy seemed to gently lick and kiss the open wet slit. Eventually, the teen left her pleasure nest and rested her head on the upper thigh of the sprawled Pam. The girl's whole face was shiny and slick with Pam's cum honey, it even covered her cute little rounded pug nose. "God, Pam, I though you were going to hump my nose off." Kristy smiled through her cum-covered lips. She began to lick them like a cat licking the remnants of milk from its mouth. Pam could talk only in bursts. "You make me cum that hard...honey you better get out of the way...or take the consequences." "But you told me you wanted me to keep my tongue up in your cunt as far as it would go when you came." Kristy reminded her. "That's right." Pam replied. What, did the girl want her to make sense twenty seconds after one of the most mind-blowing cums of her life? Christine was rooted to her spot. Now that the women were no longer distracted by their sexual activity, they could possibly hear any slight move she made. She held herself still as a statue, but her eyes kept staring at the blanket and the two women. Kristy was entirely naked, she didn't even have socks on. Pam on the other hand still had on her dress, but it was pushed up to her waist, and her panties and shoes and socks lay on the floor with Kristy's blouse and pants and other clothes. Pam's chest eventually settled back to normal breathing, and she propped her head up on one arm, to look down at Kristy's freckled face framed by the red hair, still resting on a thigh, still covered with Pam's own special honey. The older woman stretched her other arm down to the smiling face, and tenderly ran her fingers over the upturned side of the teens head, near her ear. "You don't really mind if I call you things like slut and whore when we're fucking, do you honey?" Pam asked gently. "No, I want to be your slut, and your whore. I want to give myself to you completely, like I never have to anyone else. You have my body and soul. I'll do anything for you, and anything with you, and anything to you." "That's sweet baby. And John too, you'll do whatever we ask?" "Yes, I will. If you want, I'll do anything with anyone, and let anything be done to me." "Sweet Kristy, as your counselor I have to tell you that's a promise you should never make to anyone, not even me, nor to any other lover. Anything covers too much. I wouldn't want you to be hurt, now or in the future. Their are plenty of people out there that will pretend to love you only to abuse you. Men and women. But I want you to know that with me, and with John, you'll be safe and never hurt. Do you understand?" "I trust you, that's why I made the offer." Kristy replied. Christine began to feel uncomfortable. It was one thing to watch the two fuck, but somehow it seemed an even worse invasion of their privacy to listen to their intimate talk. Besides, she was learning things she wasn't sure she wanted to know: like that Sullivan was in on this too. God, how depraved. And she was just as depraved, really, as she stood still, a peeping Tomasina, her own cunt leaking honey from the arousal she felt. She wanted to get out and leave, but was fearful that any noise would alert them to her presence. If they would just start the sex again, she'd leave under cover of their distraction once they got into it. "Pam, I've been naughty again." she heard Kristy say. "In what way?" Pam asked. "I let a man cum in my pussy again." "Who was it?" "It was Dr. Greer. He shot his cum up in me when I went to my appointment." "You're a very naughty girl, Kristy." "It's even worse, Miss Roberts. Not only did he shoot his hot load of cum all in my pussy, but he shot another load on my face. And his receptionist Gwen shot her cum out of her pussy on my face too, twice, the second time while Dr. Greer was shooting his." "Did you protest this, naughty girl?" Pam could feel her own cunt getting a surge as the hot words spilled out. God, was this girl ever a hot slut, and a precious find. "No, Miss Roberts, I'm so naughty that I was begging for it. I wanted his big long dick stuffed inside me. I wanted him to cum on and in me. When I saw Gwen shoot juice out when she came, I wanted that too. I drank it down, Miss Roberts." "So he has a big cock, and you wanted it. And you say this Gwen girl shoots juice out of her pussy when she cums? Are you lying to me, naughty girl?" "No, Miss Roberts, I'd never seen that before, but she cums almost like a man, except her cum is clear and tastes like girl cum, and squirts from her pussy hole." Pam had never seen this either, but she'd heard and read about it. "You have been a bad girl, Kristy. Do you think you need punishment?" "Yes, Miss Roberts, I know I do. My ass needs to be spanked, to atone for the trouble I keep getting into." "Alright, there's a chair over there. Bring it here and set it up right on the blanket." Pam ordered. Why there was this chair in the AV storage room she didn't know. Nor could she imagine that Christine put it there, to sit in while she masturbated after school following reading of nasty lesbian spanking stories. The watching Christine could not help but feel an incredible thrill shoot through her body as she realized the sexy young girl was going to be spanked. Spanking was one of her secret thrills. She was no virgin, she had had girls, and they had had her. But she was always turned on by the idea of being spanked. And in her twenty-five years she had never felt such a strong surge of lust as she felt now. She could not leave and miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance. Below her, Kristy, nude, fetched the chair and placed it on the blanket. Pam got up, and sat in it. Kristy submissively, and without instruction, lay down in her lap with her mouth-watering ass raised for it's punishment. "Up on your toes, bad girl." Pam ordered. Kristy raised up on her toes. "Now, how many whacks for your sins?" "Ten whacks, Miss Roberts?" Kristy asked in her submissive voice. "I think fifteen. Five for the doctors cum in your pussy, and five for his cum in your face, and five for Gwen's cum in your face. Do you agree?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "Now, naughty girl, this time I want you to raise your ass towards the hand that spanks it. Every time I spank you, your ass will drop down. You are to raise it, to ask for the next one, is that clear?" Kristy felt a rush of lust at this new twist. She was begging for the spanking by raising her ass up. She said "Yes, Miss Roberts", and pushed her ass cheeks up for the first delicious whack. Smack! The first blow landed, causing the sting of pleasure to shoot through the sexy teen's body. She didn't know why this kink was so exciting, but it was to her. Even the pain was like pleasure, so long as Pam didn't hit her too hard, and she knew she wouldn't. "Now, what is this for, bad girl?" Pam asked. "For letting Dr. Greer shoot his cum inside me." Kristy replied. "Raise your ass again." Pam ordered. Kristy did. Whack! The ass jerked and jiggled from the blow. "No," Pam said, "not for letting, Kristy, for what?" "For wanting, Miss Roberts. I am so bad I wanted it. I begged for it. I wanted his dick and his cum. I wanted to cum too, so bad. I needed it Miss Roberts." She said this as she raised her ass submissively for another blow. The honey was flowing freely from her cunt, and from Pam's also. This kinky sex game turned them both on fiercely. Christine was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Her pussy would not allow itself to go untouched any longer. She slowly moved both hands down to her pants, and unbuttoned the top. Carefully she unzipped the zipper, until she could get her hand down into the top and under her panties, into the warm wet depths of her overflowing cunt. Her finger settled over the hard nub of her clit, where it began to gently diddle. Oh god, it felt so good she wanted to moan, but she had to keep her mouth shut. But not her eyes, which never left the wicked scene. "What happened when he came on your face, slut?" "Oh, Miss Roberts, Gwen was on top of me in a sixty-nine, and he was fucking her in the ass, and they both were ready to cum, and she asked him to pull out and shoot on my face while she did too, and he did, and they both squirted their cum on my face at the same time." "God, Kristy, that is hot." Pam had lost her concentration in the shock of the sexy words. "Did you want to be fucked up the ass too, naughty little slut girl?" "Yes, Miss Roberts, I like to be fucked up the ass, but his cock was so big I was afraid of it." "You like things up your hot little ass don't you?" Pam said seductively, She put her finger in her mouth to wet it with saliva, and then put it up to Kristy's asshole. "You want my finger up your ass, don't you, naughty girl?" Oh, God, thought Christine; if she puts that finger up her ass I'm going to cum right here. "Yes, Miss Roberts, I'm a naughty slut. Please, please fingerfuck my ass and then punish me for wanting it." Pam's finger began to push into Kristy's tight ass. Christine diddled furiously. The Irish girl had cum many times, of course, but never standing upright on a stool while having to keep her mouth totally shut. And certainly, she'd never counted on having one of the top three or four hardest cums of her life in that position. But it happened. Her body began to tense deliciously, and she knew she couldn't stop it. Her eyes narrowed and then closed, as she concentrated all her available willpower on keeping quiet. But the orgasm burst inside her with such force she thought she might faint with ecstasy. Her body was so tight with unbearable pleasure she thought she was about to break in half. And she couldn't even breathe hard without being overheard. She was up on a stool, and began to feel her legs weaken. She reflexively moved her arm to steady herself, even as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her. The effort to keep quiet was all the remnants of her conscious mind could handle. The arm caught a bottle someone had left on the top of the cabinet. CRASH!!! The sound was loud and near in the small quiet room. Pam's head jerked up. Jesus! Someone was in here! Christine meanwhile had her head down as she tried to silently ride the waves of the ecstasy. But her pants had worked down below her hips, and as she tried to hold on after she heard the crash, the shock just sent her tumbling off the stool and smack down on her ass on the bare hard floor, pants now down around her knees. She could just barely hear the frantically whispered command from Pam "Quick get over there in the corner!". Now I'm buggered to end all, was the thought in Christine's mind as she sat there stunned for a moment with both pleasure and pain. Kristy scrambled frantically, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her, and heading for a corner where she could hide behind a little shelf. As she ducked behind it, she realized what a pickle they were probably in. Pam thought quickly. Someone had come in, and that was someone with a key, someone important. What was the crash and the subsequent thumping around? Possibly the principal, who might even now have knocked something over in his hurry to get out and find the forms necessary to fire her in disgrace. The only hope was to advance, and brazen it out. At least, she still had her dress on. But she had to intercept whoever it was before they could get back to the little scene that was still incriminating, because in her haste Kristy had left her clothes scattered in disorder. She could only hope it was a man with a poor nose -- any woman could smell the scent of sex hovering thickly in the room. The odds of getting out of this were low, but she had to try. Pam charged towards the cabinets. Rounding the corner, she saw no one until she looked down -- to see, to her shock, the brown-haired young Irish librarian on the floor, her hair a mess, trying to pull up her pants! A shattered glass bottle lay in shards on the floor. "Are you all right?" was all Pam could think to say. But even as she said it, the shock and pulse-pounding adrenaline rush was starting to turn to relief. No principal, only a girl five years younger than her, and -- incredibly -- she must have been peeping at us. Pants being pulled up. "I'm so sorry! So sorry!" Christine blurted in confusion. She was even more flustered than Pam. Her ass hurt but otherwise she thought she had not broken anything. "I'm okay, I really am, yes, but I'm sorry. I just...I just..." Christine could not even think of a lame, hopeless excuse. "I just should be going now..." she blundered on. But it was hard to even get up, she had not only just fallen but also just cum with an incredible orgasm. "Here, let me help." Pam offered her hand, and pulled the sputtering girl up from the floor. Christine looked down at her pants, and saw them unbuttoned and the zipper down. God, how embarrassing. She blushed deeply and tried to apologize again. She didn't know which would look worse, buttoning and zipping up the pants now, or walking out with them undone. "What were you doing?" Pam asked. Pam and Christine knew each other and were speaking acquaintances, but by no means friends. Not that either disliked the other. "I....." Christine's voice trailed off. What could you say? "You were watching, weren't you?" Pam's nature was to take control, and this was the only way she could see to do it. The librarian had obviously been peeping, and at the least had seen her spank and talk dirty to Kristy, and put a finger in her ass. No one could pretend that wasn't sex, and kinky sex at that. But Christine had made herself liable by watching and even, from the looks of it, masturbating as she watched. Pam had to make her a co-conspirator. Christine could not reply for a bit. She looked at the floor. In spite of the fact that she had only watched, while the taller Pam had actually spanked and fondled and had sex with a student, it was Christine who felt like she'd been caught red-handed with her fingers in the cookie jar. Her body language said submission. Pam felt better with each passing second. "Yes." she finally admitted, her head down. By this time, Kristy had emerged from behind the shelf, blanket still wrapped around her, and slowly approached the two adults. Christine looked up. "Hi, Miss Galloway." Kristy said. Christine didn't reply. "What did you see?" asked Pam. Christine didn't know what to say. "Do you want to know?" she asked. "Yes, I want to know." Pam replied firmly. "I saw everything, or almost everything. I saw Kristene, uh, having oral sex with you, and then I saw you spank her." the librarian answered truthfully, but then she started to recover her native good sense, and said "Can't we just forget this? You two were wrong to be doing it, and I was wrong to watch, so let's just both forget it, ok?" Christine said this, head down again. Pam was having none of it. She put her forefinger under the Irish girls chin, and raised her face to look up. The brown eyes of Christine met the blue eyes of Pam. "Can you forget it?" asked the taller woman, "And do you want to forget it?" The answer was a good ten seconds in coming. "No, I can't really forget it, and also... I don't really want to." "Were you masturbating when you watched us?" Pam asked. This was bold, but her reading of the girl was that she would be safest on their side, not against them. It was a tough thing to admit to, but when you're caught literally with your pants down, lying just makes you seem even more ridiculous. "Yes, I was." she admitted. Pam felt the thrilling surge of the adrenaline in her body, now that the panic had subsided. There was something about being so close to the edge that made you feel so alive. To have nearly lost your job in humiliating disgrace, and yet to have taken control and be directing things, handling this young librarian who theoretically could still devastate you -- that was power. "Well, that was naughty, wasn't it, Christine?" Pam used the exact same voice she had used to say the same thing to Kristy earlier. She knew Christine had heard that. She knew that the librarian would know what that tone meant. She just hoped she was interpreting the body language right. But right now, she felt so powerful that no bet she made could fail. Christine stood and heard the voice, with it's unmistakable invitation in it to join the fun. But her good sense said no. She wavered. "Y-Yes, it was improper." She tried to sound neutral. But Pam knew which screw to turn. She knew, now, the point at which the peeping girl had cum. "Which part made you so hot, Christine?" "Ah, all of it." Christine was playing along. If she was going to bolt, she already would have, Pam knew. "No, it was the spanking wasn't it?" Pam had a firm tone in her voice. Christine knew she was caught now. There was no point in denying it. She felt a release of tension in her body. She also felt the beginning of a new surge of arousal between her legs the moment she heard her voice say "Yes." "That's good, Christine. That's good that you admit it. Kristy and I admit our sexual desires, that's why we get along so well. Isn't that right, Kristy?" "That's right." Kristy replied. Christine had almost forgotten her after looking into Pam's blue eyes. She looked up to see the girl still standing about five feet away, still wrapped in the green blanket. "Kristy, drop that blanket please, and let us see your gorgeous body." Pam requested. Kristy dropped the blanket instantly. She stood proud and upright in her nakedness. "Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, more sexy?" Pam asked Christine. "That's a body made for pleasure, made for fucking, for tasting, for licking and rubbing. Turn around sweetie." Kristy spun around, enjoying the two pairs of lusty eyes on her body. "What an ass that is, isn't it?" Pam enthused. "Perfect for playing with, for kissing, for fucking. And...for spanking, isn't it Christine? How could anyone in their right mind resist?" "Oh yes!" Christine was no longer playing like the proper employee. "Turns you on, doesn't it? Nothing wrong with being turned on by such a girl as Kristy. Admit it, you're wet right now, aren't you?" This is crazy, this is so kinky, this is soooooo exciting Christine thought. In for a dime, in for a dollar as the Americans put it. She knew these two could not blackmail or otherwise harass her, because she had more on them than they had on her. She felt safe enough to say the final words of commitment: "Yes, Pam, my panties are soaking right now." "Oh, Christine, that is very, very naughty you know. First, you sneak in a peep on us in our private moments, and diddle your little clit until you cum, and now you're ogling one of our students and admitting your cunt is leaking honey. Isn't that naughty?" Christine felt the sudden whip of excitement as she realized what was happening. All she had to do was play along, and... and... that firm hand would be coming down on her reddened and upraised ass. Yes! "Very naughty, Pam. But I can't seem to help it." "I know you can't, because you're a naughty girl just like Kristy is, aren't you? And you know what we do to naughty girls, don't you?" "Yes, I do know, and I think I deserve it. I deserve it very much." "Bend over, Kristy." Pam ordered, "And spread your pussy lips for us." Kristy did as ordered, spreading her legs wide and jutting out her ass at the two horny spectators, then reached back around and pulled her cheeks apart to reveal the pink wet slit between them. The action was incredibly slutty and arousing, not just the way she did it, but the unhesitating speed of it. She had not the slightest sense of shame at lewdly exposing her private parts for public viewing. "I think you would deserve it even more if you got on your knees and licked that hot slit that is presented to you." Pam said, in a voice that barely concealed her own excitement. Christine did not answer, she just took two steps forward and dropped to her knees, clothes still on, and took the sexy ass in her hands, then without hesitation put her face between the two perfect mounds and extended her tongue. She lasciviously licked broadly and nastily up and down the fully exposed length of Kristys rear. The burst of pleasure made the young girl grab her knees for support. God, I've found another one, Pam thought. Kristy must draw them like magnets: girls who, some beneath staid exteriors, are just seething masses of sexual urges, waiting to be unleashed by the sexy body and even sexier manner of the teenage fertility goddess. Men too, of course, but it was no wonder they dissolved in lust at her feet. "That's right, lick and suck it like a nasty slut." Pam ordered, but she didn't really need to, Christine had let her inhibitions go and was doing now what she'd dreamed about so many nights this long school year. Lick and suck the cunt of the luscious Kristy Whitman. Pam let it go on and on, feeling the flow of her own honey let loose, hearing the moans begin in the throat of the deep-voiced young girl, feeling the keen excitement of knowing they were getting even kinkier on school property, that any minute someone with a key could unlock the door right behind them and nothing stood in the way of the intruder seeing everything. But Pam somehow felt invulnerable. The near-miss scare would have frightened off most people, but not her. She had to admit, she loved the edge. She loved being reckless. Christine was slurping noisily, trying, it seemed, to lick the teen clean even though the more she licked, the messier it got back there. "That's enough." Pam ordered, and Christine reluctantly stopped. "I know you both want to get your rocks off, but Christine has been bad, and she must be punished. Come with me. Kristy, spread the blanket back down, and put the chair back on it." Once the chair was on the blanket, Pam sat in it and ordered the librarian to pull down her pants. She did, without any hesitation. "Very good, Christine. I like how fast your did that. Do you still feel the need for punishment?" "Yes, I do. Very much." she meekly replied. "Now, you have been naughty in three ways." Pam said to her, "First, you peeped and masturbated. Then, you licked Kristy's cunt and ass. And third, you stopped before she came. Is that not three transgressions?" The absurdity of this did not escape Christine, but she was far gone in lust, and agreed that she had. She knew it was only a kinky exciting game. A game she loved. You must atone for all three at once." Pam said. "Kristy, lie down on this blanket, right here," she indicated a stop beside the chair where her victim's face might be, "and spread your legs wide and open your cunt lips again." Kristy scrambled into position and did it. "Now naughty girl," Pam was looking at Christine as she spoke, " lay down over my lap with your ass up in the air and your lips in the pussy of the girl you left without her well-deserved cum. Will you do that?" The Irish girl was so excited she could not speak. Her legs seemed to tremble. She could only nod yes, and then get into position. It was the lewdest, kinkiest, nastiest combination she'd ever dreamed of. And it was happening for real. But she had trouble reaching low enough to get to the offered wet slit, and Kristy had to solve the problem by gathering up a good part of the blanket and stuffing it under her ass. This raised it enough for Christine to be able to properly lick her clit to orgasm. "Now," Pam ordered, "You must raise your ass like Kristy did for every single whack. It is your way of begging for it, like it was hers. While you are spanked, you will eat pussy. The spanking will only stop once Kristy has cum on your mouth. Do you understand that?" Christine could only nod yes from her position between the teenagers lewdly wide spread legs. Whack! Pam's hand came down on Christine's pretty white ass, making a red spot the side of her hand. The sharp, sexually thrilling sting popped through her body, reminding her to tend to Kristy's clit. She puckered her lips, and began to suck, lick and lap at the hard nub of the sexy teen's exposed and yearning clit. Whack! the blow came again. Christine licked harder. Kristy began to squirm and moan. It was incredible to her that she could control, by her own cum, the length of time the school librarian had to take her spanking. It was wickedly thrilling. She loved it, and showed it by deliberately wiggling and rubbing her cunt on the struggling woman's face, spreading her hot girl honey all over it. "You naughty nasty cunt licker." Pam muttered as she spanked the now more and more reddened ass before her. But Christine could hardly hear. Her world consisted of only two things: the hard wet tangy clit of the squirming and moaning student in her mouth, and the hot hard pleasurable and painful stings of the ass whipping she was taking. She remembered to raise up her ass for every slap. "Oh ,fuck, yes, god, don't stop... yes... fuck, lick it, oh yeah." Kristy moaned and groaned out a string of obscenities. Pam had taught her how to talk dirty during sex, and do it good. Soon the pleasure of the tongue and lips on her clit peaked. She rose and hunched and groaned "yes, yes yes YES YES YES!! Fuuuuuuuuck!" as she came. "Cum good, slut." Pam almost moaned, as she stopped spanking Christine. Her hand hurt a little. But her cunt was tingling and letting the honey flow copiuously. Christine raised her ass up again for more. But Pam had a surprise for her. The librarian was expecting another slap, but instead she felt a fingertip on her asshole, pushing in. "OH YES!" she almost yelled. "Bugger me!" Pam did. She had wet her finger, and pushed it in the tight ass without pause. Once she had it in up to the knuckle, she worked it around in circles. Christine thought the sensation would just about kill her. She moaned and gasped "Awwwwwwwwww fuck me". But then, more fingers went pushing into her cunt. "Aggggggggah!" and she began to squirm her ass uncontrollably. When the hand that held the fingers that were in her began to saw them in and out, the sweet agony sent her over the peak of a crashing orgasm. "Cum you horny bitch!" Pam grunted as the girl in her lap hunched and thrashed and moaned. The librarian had lost all control. She was a bundle of nerves, all raw and exposed. The fingers were still in her. "Gaaaaaaaa!" she groaned, and came again, right on top of the last one. Her body was humping like mad. Grunts and gasps escaped her lips. Eventually, she quieted a little. When she did, still gasping but no longer hunching and moaning, Pam pushed her off her lap onto the floor unceremoniously. "Get up and lick me off, Kristy. Hurry... hurry!" Pam pulled up her dress to expose her sopping cunt and a puddle of wetness on the chair where she had been sitting. Kristy, always game, rose up and crawled over the librarian sprawled on her side with her blouse and pants still on, but pulled down to expose her reddish whipped white ass. The teen dove right into the needy pussy of the older woman, and began to lick furiously at the exposed clit. Within seconds, Pam arched and bit her lip to keep from screaming as the cum tore through her like liquid fire. She hunched and thrust at Kristy, but by now the eighteen-year-old was used to Pam's violent motions during orgasm, and held her tongue deep in the hot tangy hole as her mentor came violently. Within a minute, the convulsive orgasms of the three women quieted. The room once again was still. Pam reached down lanquidly and hugged Kristy, and then they both fell together on the messed up blanket amid the strewn clothes and shoes and socks and debris, and wrapped their loving arms around the still prone Christine, and hugged her and kissed her. None cared that they were still in a high-risk zone, even if school was long since out. They were learning to love living on the edge. They were getting used to being reckless. Chapter 6 - Sex Ed with Kristy "I thought I was coming over to help you with the math exam study." said David, who was always called Davy by everyone at school. Even the girls who usually ignored the tall, thin math wizard with the horn-rimmed glasses called him that when they had to speak to him for some reason. "You are, Davy. And I do need the help. But I know a better place to study than my house. Some friends have asked me to house-sit this weekend and I have a key. Let's go over there and study, Okay?." "All right. I guess it doesn't matter where we do it." "You're right." replied Kristy with a wink, patting the empty passenger seat in her 1986 Mustang, which had only a few rents and tears in it. Davy climbed in beside her, letting his eyes linger only for a moment on the red hair and blue eyes, the white t-shirt with a pink trim and a funny face on the front, the tight cutoff jeans that flowed around her fertile and sexy hips, and the tanned perfect legs of a girl the sight of whom could melt the frozen loins of an octogenarian scoutmaster. Sure, Davy the math wiz was a teenaged human being, and thus he'd made love to the girl sitting beside him in every concievable nasty, dirty way in his fantasies; but now in the fading light of the late May afternoon, he knew she was off limits to him. He wished it wasn't so, but no girl really looked twice at him, and thus knowing he wasn't sexy, to risk anything other than a distant relationship was to court the kind of humiliation and rejection he would do just about anything to avoid. The weather was getting hot, and Kristy's air conditioner didn't work, so as they drove with the windows open her hair blew out wildly behind her, but she seemed unconcerned. The last exam of the year was upon her, and she wanted desperately to do well on it. Nothing troubled her as much as the image she had of being an airheaded bimbo. She was far from stupid, but in her studies she was too frequently inattentive. There was just so much life to live, she couldn't fit it all in. But it seemed to her that Davy could help her, and, no doubt, she could help him. "Tell me, Dave, " she saidly loudly over the wind to the silent boy sitting next to her staring straight ahead down the road, "you're a senior, aren't you?" "Sure." he replied, startled and somewhat pleased that she had called him Dave rather than Davy. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, then?" "No, go ahead." What else could he say, he thought. "Have you ever been laid?" Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she'd asked if he'd ever had strawberry ice cream. "What?" "You know what I mean, don't ya?" she asked, turning her radiant face towards him, her long red hair flowing back behind her. "I mean fucking. Like, putting your dick inside a girl and moving it back and forth till you cum. Got the picture?" she smiled broadly. This conversation was entirely outside David A. Graham's experience. He was a nice boy who lived at home with his parents and had done everything he could to please them. He thought his horniness was his own dirty little secret. He took a lot of precautions to be sure nobody knew he masturbated. He could see the look in this mother's eyes now: I'm so *ashamed* of you David, so very *ashamed*. And you should be too. This is just so *awful* and so *disgusting*. "Well, not really." he replied nervously, forgetting to raise his voice so it could be heard over the wind. He looked a bit pained, and his face was turning beet red. "Well, hey, Dave, it doesn't hurt, you know. It's a natural thing. Everybody does it. And you're over eighteen, sweetie, you're not a little kid anymore." "So I've been told." he replied, but stared straight ahead. Still, inwardly he smiled a little. He snuck a another look at her, sitting there driving with that sexy, incredible body. Then a flash of anger: why was she teasing him this way? He hated it when the girls did that. He was still staring straight ahead when the mustang swung into Pam's driveway. But he unfroze in time to accompany Kristy to the door. The house was indeed empty, and a little to David's surprize, Kristy went straight to the kitchen table and spread out the books. And to her surprize, David turned out to be a great teacher. He explained things clearly and patiently that she had never understood. There was a meeting of the minds, and a shared purpose, and soon he forgot what he thought was the teasing in the car. He almost, but not quite, forgot the inspiring legs and gorgeous ass that sat so close to him by the quiet kitchen table, as the time passed silently and the night spread it's wings over the day. It seemed like minutes, but an hour passed. As Dave (she couldn't even think of him as Davy anymore) got up to get them a soda, she thought how surprizing it was that a real person lay frozen beneath the shy exterior, a person who emerged lit up with enthusiasm as he saw she was paying attention to him, and learning from him. Just then, the doorbell rang. "I know who that is." exclaimed Kristy, getting up and going through the little hallway from the kitchen to the door. Dave could hear the exchange of words. "Hi Kristen! Hi Jeff!" Kristy said in her rather low voice. "Hi! Ok if we come in?" replied a female voice. "I invited you didn't I?" Kristy said back. All three came back to the kitchen. Dave knew Kristen, she was in his senior class but not a close friend. Blond and slim and athletic, he knew she was a sports buff, but wasn't really sure what sport she was into. Jeff was obviously her boyfriend, taller and older, probably a college kid. Dave was immediately uncomfortable as Kristy made introductions all around. He wondered if they were there to study too. Kristen gave him a sweet smile, and he relaxed a little. Nope, no study, for after a little small talk Kristen and Jeff got a quick house tour from Kristy, who showed them every room, including Pam's waterbed in the bedroom. Afterward, Kristen and her boyfriend settled on the couch with some beer they'd bought and turned on the TV. Kristy returned to the kitchen table, saying over her shoulder as she left them alone, "Just a little more for us to study, so be good you two!" Fifteen minutes of studious concentration later, a strange sound rose slightly over the noise of the TV. Kristy and Dave immediately looked up. It was a quiet but unmistakable feminine moan. "I bet they're doing something naughty." Kristy whispered, but Dave didn't say anything and returned to his explanations. But shortly, the moan came again, a little louder. Dave and Kristy looked at one another, then she quietly got up from the chair and padded on bare feet to the hall where the living room was visible. Dave just sat there and watched her go. Twenty seconds later, she reappeared, and holding out a hand, beckoned Dave to join her. He knew he should just sit there, but something made him get up and follow the sexy redhead in spite of himself. He even tried consciously to be quiet. At the wide doorway where the hall opened into the living room, the two young and curious heads peered discreetly around the doorjamb. What they saw was a side view of the comfortable wide stuffed couch facing the TV. In one corner, Jeff lay back against the armrest, one foot on the floor and the other on the couch. Straddling the couch-borne leg, Kristen had both her tanned and athletic legs spread low on the couch, and her arms around Jeff's neck. The TV was ignored, as she locked her lips in a passionate kiss with her boyfriend's. The movement of their tongues inside their cheeks was clearly visible, and the eyes of the young lovers were closed as they enjoyed the ecstasy of the urgent wet kisses. What was most shocking to David, her thin pink summer blouse was unbuttoned and the bra cast aside on the floor, and one of Jeff's hands was fondling and rubbing her naked breasts even as they kissed. David stood rooted to the spot. He'd never even dreamed of seeing anything like this in his life. He knew he should leave but he didn't move. Somehow, the fact that Kristy didn't look away either, but seemed fascinated, kept him there. A powerful nervous tension did battle in his body with a struggling green shoot of arousal, making itself felt in spite of his mental denial. Eventually, the kiss broke. The lovely girl leaned back slightly, as her boyfriend reached up with both arms, and taking her breasts in his wide palms, began to rub both her peaked nipples back and forth with his thumbs. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhyeeeessss." she moaned again, "You know what that does to me baby." "What does it do to you, golden girl?" "It makes me so hot and tingly and wet for you baby. Oh, God, you drive me wild." "Yeah, your tits are so goddamn sexy, and I love these hard little nipples, love to tweak them." he said with an aroused fervor to his voice as he twirled them between his thumb and forefinger. She trembled visibly, and began to rub her crotch on his leg in an unmistakable invitation to lustier activities. It was too much. David felt himself getting hard, the blood flowly deliciously into his cock, and drew back and softly walked the few steps back to the kitchen. In a few moments, Kristy followed. "What's wrong, guy?" she asked him in a whisper. "That's so private, we shouldn't be looking." "I'll tell you a secret if you promise not to repeat it anywhere." she whispered. He leaned down a little as she stood close to him, her sexy body so near it seemed to physically hurt him in some way. "Ok." he said. "She loves it." Kristy whispered into his ear. Her lips were so close her warm breath sent chills down his spine. "We're friends and I've double-dated with her before. She likes being watched. She even likes it when she knows someone is watching. Can you handle that?" "I guess so." he replied, in somewhat of a a state of moral confusion at this unexpected new information. "But, " he suddenly thought, and said aloud, "What about him?" "Let me tell ya, sweetie, once his dick gets hard he really doesn't care any more either." David just looked at her. She winked and flashed a wicked smile at him. "Now c'mon back with me. Don't be a chicken. You've been teaching me and now it's my turn." Knowing it was wrong, he couldn't seem to stop himself. He removed his shoes at her whispered suggestion, and they crept back to their watching post, the tops of their heads up to their eyes peering around the edge of the doorway. Things had progressed dramatically. The attractive blonde Kristen was now sitting slouched down in the couch, her hips on the edge, as the taller Jeff was on his kneews in front of her. She put her feet, now bare, on the floor and raised up just as Kristy and David resumed their watching, and Jeff boldly just slipped her shorts off, leaving her in only a pair of sheer panties. Her blouse was open, revealing her enchanting breasts with the tight hard nipples, so sexy and healthy they pointed in different directions. Her eyes were closed as she assisted her boyfriend in removing the barriers to their pleasure. He paused then, the cutoffs discarded, as if in wonder. "God, you're so wet it's incredible." he said, staring into the damp valley between her smooth legs. "Yes, lover, and what are you going to do about it?" He reached forward and with his fingers began to trace the outline of her puffy and visibly aroused lips through the sheer, silk panty. The look of pleasure on her face, the way her head leaned back and her eyes closed, more than the action between her legs, made David's cock harden to a full erection inside his pants. He was hooked now. He no longer wanted to leave, even though it might be painful to see such pleasure given and taken and not even know what it felt like himself. Jeff only played a little while, and then Kristen lifted her hips in a gesture that couldn't be missed, even by David. He took hold of the panties and slipped them off. The big wet stain in the center was clearly visible. David had never known that a woman could get so wet. He did not know the reality and power of a woman's arousal -- he had thought they just put up with it, or did it for favors. Her naked pussy, the lips swollen out and colored a bright pink on the outside fading to a deep vermillion within, shone with the copius honey that flowed from inside her. She pushed her hips towards Jeff, and he responded so quickly it almost looked savage and wild. He kissed her inner thighs, andshe automatically spread her legs wider for him. It was obvious that hiscock was almost painfully hard inside his pants, so much so he had to reach down and rearrange it slightly. But he knew his pleasure would not be denied, it would only have to wait a bit longer. He gave her hers. His face pressed into the V of her beautiful legs, and both Kristy and David could see the slight movement of his jaw that signaled the tongue working in theher warm velvet folds. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, god, YES." a long moan came from the supine girl, that had such an inexpressibly pathetic quality to it, as though her whole soul was dancing quiveringly alive on the tongue that pleasured her. Jeff's head moved up and down, and the watching couple could tell that the long strokes of the wide tongue were scooping up the sexy Kristen's sweet honey. He was damn good at it, Kristy thought. If he didn't belong to Kristen, I'd like to have a few cracks at him. High-pitched moans escaped the lips of the transported girl. Along with "yes....yes.....oh god fuck me, just like, oh ....justlikethat....". His head stopped moving up and down, and the voyeurs could see his lips puckered at the top of the furrow. His tongue was obviously working directly on her clit, as Kristy observed, even if David was lost on the details due to inexperience. Below, a hand crept up to insert a finger inside his squirming victim. As it did, she bucked and howled, "Yes, fuck me with it, oh god, YES!". Jeff began sensuously working his finger in and out. This had such an effect that Kristen began to lean back even further, and clench her teeth as her beautiful features distorted in agonized pleasure. The combination of tongue and finger soon made her even wilder. Her hips began to heave in a rhythmic motion against him, making him need to flex his neck to keep his tongue on her clit, but he did it, driving in even more firmly the wilder she moved. It was the sounds she made that were so incredible, though. She didn't even try to be quiet, and there's no human sound quite like the noise a woman makes when she's really into sex -- not the fake sounds you hear in the porno movies. The tension in her moans and whimpers and gasps gave the two teen voyeurs and her boyfriend undeniable evidence of how far she was lost in otherworldly pleasure. Kristy could feel the sweet tension in her loins, the swelling of her sex, the wetness and heat begin to flow freely. She gave herself over to the excitement. A vibrant electricity seemed to flutter like butterfly wings all over her body. She wanted to reach down and touch herself but she forced her hand to wait. For his part, David felt a longing, a desperate need as his cock asked him to touch it, rub it, give it the pleasure it yearned for. He too forced himself to not move or touch. Jeff's oral pleasuring of Kristen quickly reached it's climax. Such extravagant feelings could not last. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww GOD" she wailed, and heaved one last time, her face a contorted mask of ecstasy. Her loins just left the couch entirely and shoved into Jeff's face violently, pushing him back. He held on to her thighs, and she fell back, then heaved and wailed again. Even Kristy had seldom seen anyone let go so completely when they came. After that last heave, she fell back and lay there gasping over and over again in a breathless voice, oh god, oh god. Her breathing was harsh and she kept gasping for breath. Jeff, his head still attached by the neck despite her thrashings, rested his chin on her brownish blonde bush and looked up at the contented face of his girl, eyes still closed but a sweet smile creeping across. His clean-shaven face and lips were shining with a through coating of her sweet juices. David seemed to have trouble breathing himself. He knew he shouldn't have watched this -- now he was rock hard and his body full of juice, and nowhere to go and nothing to do about it. It was agony, but kind of a sweet agony. He'd never been near this excited in his life. And confused. It was all too much. He wished he had a car of his own, or even a bike, so he could ride home and masturbate furiously, as many times as he could stand it. He had a jar of vaseline in his nightstand, and he knew he'd need it tonight. His eyes took in the sight before him one last time, and he vowed to remember it. Kristen opened her eyes, and the look of contentment and joy on her face was another thing among many he'd never dreamed of. He saw her reach down to her boyfriends curly hair and stoke it lovingly. "You are a gorgeous wonderful man." she sighed. "I bet you've got a nice present hidden away for me right now, don't you?" Jeff thought of his throbbing cock and replied "You bet, baby." "I'm ready for it babe, but you just might need to carry me into the bedroom, my legs might be kind of weak." "Bull, your legs are stronger than mine, but I'll carry you if you want." Jeff then lifted his lover, naked but for her flimsy and open blouse, and cradled her in his arms as they headed for the bedroom for Round Two. Kristy and David could hear their conversation as they went in. "What if we mess up the bed, we'll have to wash the sheets." he was saying. "Better that than the couch, sweetie." Kristen replied with a giggle. They didn't bother to even close the door. David straitened up, his back aching and his legs weak. He hadn't realized how tight his body had been, but his cock was giving off pleasure sparks, that, from long experience, he knew he had to ignore so it might go down until he could get in private. He started to move towards the kitchen, in a kind of daze that had made him almost forget his companion. But he hadn't gone two steps before a pair surprizingly strong arms wrapped around him and pushed him against the wall of the hallway. Before he could react, a very warm and buxom female body pressed against his front, sandwiching his back tightly against the wall. "*You* are not going *anywhere*." said Kristy, her hands sliding up under his shirt along his sides. Her body melted into his. He'd felt a few girls up close at the two or three dances he'd gone to in his life, but nothing like this. My God, his cock was hard and she must be able to feel it! She didn't seem to mind, in fact, her body pressed as tight as it could, and then she pushed her loins forward to merge with his even harder. He could clearly feel her belly press up against his erection. There was nowhere to go so he stood there. She held him tight and looked up into his eyes. He looked back, and the glowing heat he saw there almost shocked him. As they looked at one another, she began to undulate her hips in a sexy motion, rubbing her lower belly against his long cock stretched up so high that it rose several inches it seemed above his beltline. "I'm a woman, and you're a man, Dave honey." she breathed to him as she humped against him ever so slowly, "And you're hard, and I'm wet, baby, you know what that means?". He couldn't answer, so she continued, "It feels good doesn't it, that rubbing. Feels good to me too sweetie, I makes me want to make you feel so good." The motion did feel good to him, in fact, so good it almost made his vision blur. He felt a stirring inside that he'd never felt before. It made him feel reckless, unconcerned with Mom and her shame. Fire spread out from his loins, and he didn't try to fight it, but it was mingled with tension and fear; fear that he'd make a fool of himself. He didn't even know how to kiss, and here was this...expert...who would be disappointed in him. But he couldn't think of an escape, and her motion was rubbing his fear away slowly. She must have sensed it. "Don't worry hon I'll show you what you need to know. You led me through the equilaterial triangles and asymetrical slices, now just relax baby and follow my lead." "Okay." he said in a squeeky voice, but he did begin to relax a little. She was so sweet. He was used to girls making fun of him, used to words like "nerd" and "geek". But the sexiest girl in school seemed to want him, and was being nice to him -- it was a miracle that made him almost believe it was another dream. "Just stand there right now baby, you don't have to do a thing. You're too hot to learn hon and I know just how to cool you down some. Lean back against the wall." she said, as if he wasn't already pressed there. Her warm body left him, and she dropped to a squatting position and began to undo his belt with an expertise that told of countless other unbeltings. As she did, her hand felt the outlines of his long and rather thin cock. Hmmm, she thought inwardly, another right-on. His fingers were long and thin too, and she'd told her girlfriends that the way to know how a man's cock was built was to look at his fingers. Mostly, it was true -- there were some notable exceptions she could think of, but Dave was right on the money with her theory. The belt undone, she undid the fastener and pulled the pants down to his knees. He felt the air on his legs. He couldn't help but look down, taking in a top view of her staring straight at his hard cock still hidden by his white briefs. She ran her finger up and down and all over the shape of it, making him tremble slightly as the shoots of pleasure hit his overheated brain. The pleasure was powerful, but the tension hadn't melted entirely. The tension was the only thing that gave him control, if you could call it that. Without the lingering uncertainty, he would have exploded at her touch. He closed his eyes, and then felt the finger loop under the elastic and pull down down the briefs. God, he was naked in front of her, and she was right there looking at it! It was nasty and he didn't want to look, but he had to. He looked down just as she took his long, red, throbbing cock into her warm hand and began to stroke it up and down right in front of her eyes. The sight and feel were both overwhelming. He closed his eyes again, and very shortly felt a warm wetness at the tip of his cock. He couldn't believe this, he just couldn't. It wasn't happening to him. It wasn't real. He looked down again, drawn by some magnetism he wasn't aware of. And it was real. Her full pink lips closed tightly over his cock head, and the freckled face moved forward slightly as she took him slowly into her mouth. He could feel only smooth lips, somehow touching nerves and lighting fires that his own hand had never even come close to. And then the tongue -- he could clearly feel her tongue licking and circling and swirling gently against his sensitive sex like the beating of a thousand wings of angels. He closed his eyes and heard himself moan. He was floating on a sweet river of fire, and had no choice now but to ride with the current. Higher and higher he went, as the experienced tongue and lips and mouth of the teen sex goddess drove him to a controlled frenzy. His whole body burned and ached. He began to fear he would cum, and do a horrible thing by cumming in her mouth. "I...I...might...cum." He gasped to her. "Cum, baby. Cum, my sweet Dave. Give it to me, I want it, all you've got. Don't be shy honey, squirt it in my mouth." She didn't want him to wait. Her tongue began to concentrate on the nerve bundle under the head of his cock. The torture in him rose, and he knew somewhere that he couldn't stop it, not now. His body seized, and his legs trembled. The heat, the agony, the thrill was like nothing he had ever known. Only his back firmly against the wall kept him from falling. He felt his cock stiffen deliciously, and then the pulses and waves of ecstacy overcame him as he felt the juice of life pump firmly out in spurt after spurt. She held her lips firmly around him, cradling his spasming organ in her warm welcoming mouth. She loved the feel of the pulses as the hot sperm splashed out on her tongue. Soon the ripples ebbed and slowed, and the flow dwindled to drops. He had cum a lot, and her mouth felt fairly full of the salty sexy unique taste. Some girls honestly didn't like it, but Kristy just loved it. Only when the boys had been drinking beer or something that made it bitter did she swallow without savoring the taste. She swirled it around but did not swallow, looking up at him. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving. She rubbed his wet cock on her face, spreading trails of saliva and sperm in her freckles. At this, he opened his eyes and looked down, to see the sexist sight he'd ever dreamed. As he did, she very deliberately ran her tongue out and over her lips as if to get every last drop, and then swallowed his load of sperm visibly, letting him see her throat muscles flex as it went down. She wanted him to know how she loved it, and for him to not feel guilty or that he'd done anything wrong by her. "Oh, God, Kristy. Oh my God." was all he could say. She stood up, hugged him tightly, and kissed his neck. A more experienced boy she'd have kissed on the lips, but she didn't want to freak him his first time, knowing how weird some boys were about sperm, even their own. "Didn't that feel so gooooooood?" she crooned in her sexiest and most seductive voice. "Oh yes, oh yes it did." his voice was returning to normal, now that he could get enough air in his chest, and his body relaxed its tension some. "Look, Dave, honey, I'm so wet and horny, can you help me like I helped you?" she asked in a plainative voice. "I'll try." he answered. What else could he say? He was in her hands, literally and figuratively. "Here, step out of these so you can walk." she suggested, bending and pulling on his already down pants. Of course, he could also walk if he pulled them up, but that just wasn't the direction things were destined to travel on this incredible, unreal, impossible night. He stepped out of them as she helped him, his cock dangling out in the open, but somehow he no longer felt any shyness about it. After all, after he'd had it in her mouth and had cum there, what was the point of shyness? She then stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers around in his curly chest hair. Even playing a bit with his nipple, which to his surprize sent a sharp thrill up his spine. Once the shirt was off, he was as naked as could be, wearing only his digital multifunction wristwatch. "No fair you getting naked and I'm not." She stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout. He got the hint, and reached forward and somewhat awkwardly pulled up on the edges of her t-shirt. She helped by raising her arms, and soon it was over her head and off, red hair cascading up and then down in a wild and fiery explosion. He looked at her, standing there in a bra and cutoff jeans. Her top was tanned a little, but her body had the white pallor that many redheads had. Her shoulders and back were covered with little freckles, which she might have thought were ugly, but he was enchanted with. On such a perfect body, a little imperfection was endearing. "Here, sweetie, it's time to learn how to take one of these off." she said, spinning around so her back was to him. "There's little hooks back there, under that overlap." She instructed. Just pull the flap on the top to the left, and the hooks'll come out." With only a little trouble, and close observation, he undid the bra and let go the ends, letting it fall to the hallway floor. "Now, sometimes you won't be able to look, but just remember how those little hooks work and you won't have any trouble at all!" she smiled happily and she turned to face him with these words of wisdom. He couldn't help but look down at her breasts, full and beautiful, as good or better than any he'd seen in the men's magazines. The nipples dark brown, contrasting with the milky white globes. "Do you like them?" she asked. "Oh very much." he answered, "They're beautiful." "Yeah, a girl likes to hear that. Don't ever feel shy about telling a woman how good she looks. It may sound corny to you, but if you really mean it, she'll just glow and want you more. She'll give you rewards if you'll just have the sense to talk to her. Some boys just don't get it, but you're such a sweetheart I want you to know, you understand?" She looked into his eyes. "Yes, I do." he said. He was just feeling his way along, reacting to her. She surprized him again by coming up close and hugging him tightly, her warm breasts pressed against his chest so hard he could feel her nipples. "Kiss me." she said, looking up at him. This was scary. He'd never really kissed a girl in a sexual way. He was sure he didn't know what to do. But he bent his face down a little, and felt her lips touch his. For a few sweet moments, just their lips touched, and then he began to feel her tongue creeping up against his lips. Then pushing a little further, until it was in his mouth fully. God! She was tongue kissing him! He felt a surge go through him. The combination of the tongue, lips, and the feel of her firm young nipples against his chest caused his bare cock to stir and grow again. He didn't bother to fight it this time. He just wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, letting their sweet young flesh press close as their tongues danced and swirled together in pleasure. Kissing is the sexiest thing ever, he thought. But soon she drew away, and told him "Come with me." They left the hallway, discarded clothing scattered on the floor, and went to the couch where so recently Jeff had given Kristen her peak of joy. It reminded him there was another couple in the house, and sure enough, as soon as he remembered he could hear a soft "Ohhhhhhh yes." murmured from the open bedroom door. "Sounds like they're having some more fun!" said Kristy, not bothering to whisper. "C'mere, guy, and unsnap this." She meant her cutoffs, and he obeyed, reaching down and unsnapping the top. Kristy then spread the sides over her hips, and as they cleared the lovely bulges they dropped instantly to the floor, and she stepped out of them. Wasting no time, she swung around and sat on the couch in her wet panties, and motioned for David to come and kneel between her knees. Squatting on his knees, he obeyed easily. It was almost like worshipping at the altar of love, he thought briefly, remembering a phrase he'd read in an erotic novel. Kristy was in the very same position that Kristen had been, her ass on the edge of the sofa and a pillow under her head, leaning back against the armrest. But Kristy, as usual, especially since meeting Pam, was in a talkative mood, even though the arousal coursed fiercely thorough her veins. "See this. sweetheart?" she said seductively, as her fingers traced the outlines of her obviously very swollen labia, still covered in theory by the very thin and very soaked panties. "See how wet I am?". "Yes." he replied, a little catch in his voice, his eyes glued to the spot, his cock hardening and throbbing and signalling it was ready for more. "When you see that you know a woman's ready for her man. If you ever wonder if she's really into it, when you see this flood you know she's sincere. That's the body talking, baby, and it doesn't lie." He just nodded. From the bedroom came another "Ooooooooooooooo" moan, but neither young lover was paying much attention right now. "Take'em off sweetie." She raised her hips, and let him slip off her panties. The dramatic view revealed took his breath away. The reddish brown hair curled up over and around the swollen pink lips, the nearest strands soaked with the pungent wetness of her honey. He could smell it when her were panties on, but bare, the vertical smile emitted an aura of heat mixed with the most attractive scent David had ever inhaled. He'd heard some guys talk about how it smelled like fish, but were they ever stupid and wrong. It was sexy and hot and nasty and wonderful. He loved it instantly. Kristy sexily touched herself, stroking her labia gently as he watched. She wanted more. "Touch it hon, it won't bite." He did, letting his fingers stroke the wet, smooth, hot flesh. It was softer than anything he'd ever felt. "Ohhhh yeah, that feels so gooooood honey." she breathed. Put your finger in me, right here, see." she spread her lips to reveal the pink little vaginal entrance. Like a good boy, he slipped his finger into the dark tight tunnel as she had asked, wondering at the magic soft feel of it. "Deeper." she prompted, and easily his finger slid in to the knuckle. He was glad his nails were short. He didn't resist the urge to feel around and explore the mystery he'd been invited into, and was amazed at the folds, the mounds, the harder areas and the softer ones. He didn't know what he was feeling in there, but was just fascinated at the variety. It wasn't just a tunnel of flesh, but a living organ. "Oh, God, that's so good. Now take it out and let me...show you...one more thing." She felt she was on the edge of losing control but held on just barely, remembering her teaching role. Besides just the physical, it was incredibly sexy knowing that the virgin boy was seeing and feeling her for the first time, and would remember her for as long as he lived. "Now Dave, a woman loves a finger in her pussy, and on her lips, but feel right up here baby, at the top." He did. She guided his finger. "Feel that hard little bump? That's my clit, honey, and every girl's got one. Ohhhh! baby don't rub it right now, in just a second. Now some are bigger and some are littler but they're all there. That's like the spot underneath your cockhead hon, it's the trigger that pops the gun. Some girls like pressure right on it, others just around it, but there's not a woman in the world that doesn't like it played with by tongues or fingers or cocks." He said nothing, he was tongue-tied. It was all just too wonderful. From the bedroom, they could both more moans. Kristy had lost all patience now. "Dave, it's all yours baby, every bit of it. Do what you want and don't worry about anything. Just do me, and I'll help you if you need but please, please make me cum. Please." She spread her legs for him and took her hands away. It was his first solo. His only guide was what she'd said, and what he'd seen Jeff do to Kristen. He never thought about not plunging in. He put his face down to her sweet attractive sex and let his eyes feast one more time before turning and kissing the softness of her inner thighs. Like he'd seen Jeff do, he kissed his way closer and closer, until he heard Kristy pant "Hurry, David, kiss my cunt baby. It needs a kiss so bad." He put his lips on her hot velvet wetness and extended his tongue. The tangy musky sexy taste on his tongue-tip sent every last inhibition away. He loved it, absolutely loved it. He started licking, like a dog lapping up milk from the floor. Yeah, like a dog. Fuck it. He felt a surge go through him, a surge of pent-up animal instincts. Everybody had spent their whole lives trying to keep him from this, make him such a nice boy, such a fucking wimp. He felt wild and free at last. Nothing to stop him. Nobody to say "stop" or "shame". Wild, reckless, not caring. He licked up and down, feeling the hot juice in his mouth, letting the taste seep into his pores. He felt the indentation of her hole, and drove his tongue up into it in a wild gesture, as if to say "Fuck you, parents. Fuck you, teachers. Fuck you, world." "Oh yeah baby, tongue-fuck me! You're a natural baby, you love it. Get it in deep stud lover." Kristy encouraged. He drove it in as deep as he could, and wished he could go deeper. His lips mashed against the hot lips and wet hair. He licked inside. His cock pulsed and throbbed. "Stud Lover" ...he'd never been called that before! "My clit, baby. Lick it honey, please, I wanna cum so bad, please!" she panted. He pulled his tongue out and sought the hard nub he'd felt before. It was bigger and more swollen than it was previously, He could feel it, and rolled it under his tongue. Damn, this was easy, he thought, why did he used to think it was so hard to do? He didn't know anything then. "Oh, yeah, baby give me a steady rhythm, right on it, just don't stop, please don't stop." He continued to lick her, like a kitten lapping milk, with stroke after rapid stroke right directly on her clit as she had asked. She was silent for a minute, except for heavy breathing, then her feet dug into the floor and her hips began to rise up. He adjusted his position for her, and as she rose to about a foot off the couch she shrieked... "Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee" and heaved up. A flood of juice seemed to wetten his face even further. He instinctively grabbed her thighs as Jeff had done Kristen, and held on tightly. But Kristy had a different style of cum. She grunted, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" and with every grunt her loins jerked in a rhythm. After about eight or nine little feminine grunts and heaves, she flopped back on the couch, gasping. His face finally out of her wonderful crotch, he looked at his amazing handiwork. It was unbelievable, incredible, yet oh so real. The sexiest body he ever could imagine lay open and gasping, her face a mask of pleasure overflowing. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her legs were spread wide but swayed back and forth in some strange rhythm, her toes spread wide and digging into the carpet. There was a pink flush color all over her that looked almost like uneven sunburn. David didn't know what one was yet, but Kristy had just gotten a "full body orgasm", one that you feel in every muscle and fibre of your body from top of head to tip of toes. "Oh, Dave, come here and hug me." were her first words, after a few minutes of glowing. He did, sitting next to her on the couch and hugging her in a sweet lusty naked hug. She put her face into the V of his neck, licked there, and whispered "Oh, you are a hell of a lover, guy." His smile was the broadest right then he could even remember feeling. He felt touched by a sweet fire from heaven, bright sunlight radiating on him in the dead of night. They both hugged silently, as Kristy soaked up the afterglow. David's cock was wanting attention again, but he was patient and didn't say anything. He just enjoyed the feel of her, warm and soft, next to his skin. In a while, they were aware, in the relative silence, of the sound of motion in the bedroom. They perked up their ears, David now unconcerned with privacy. "Roll over." they heard Kristen say. "Ooooooo" Kristy whispered to David, "Let's watch." She got up off the sofa, not waiting for a reply, and walked towards the bedroom door, her sexy ass swaying deliciously. David followed her with his eyes, then got up to walk with her to the door. He'd follow her over a cliff at this point, he thought. Kristy was not subtle. Naked without even a stitch on, she stood in the doorway and looked at Pam's waterbed (which as the reader of previous chapters will recall, she was very familiar). On it, arranged diagonally, lay Jeff's muscular body, fully naked also. And over him straddled the lovely Kristen, her blonde hair splayed in attractive disorder over her shoulders. Both had a sheen of sweat on their bodies. It was obvious that Jeff's cock was up inside his girlfriend, as she leaned forward and held a breast with one hand, to feed him the erect nipple to suck on. As he sucked, Kristen closed her eyes, then opened them again, soaking in the double pleasure of her stuffed pussy and licked nipple. He lapped and sucked, as he also reached up and rubbed and tweaked the other brown hard nub. After a minute or so, she couldn't take any more, and leaned back up. As Kristen opened her eyes, she caught a glimpse of her friend, naked and watching in the door opening. She didn't say anything or move at all, just smiled and locked blue eyes on blue eyes. David came up next to Kristy, but Kristen only glanced at him briefly. As she and Kristy shared some subtle female communication, Jeff caught on and twisted his head around to see. Once he saw the other couple watching, he smiled and winked, and turned back to watch his lover. Without taking her eyes off Kristy, Kristen began to fuck Jeff. Raising her hips in a slow, steady rhythm, she revealed the base of the thick cock that impaled her, before sinking down again and letting it fill her. It was so sexy, thought David, to see her trim and athletic ass rising and falling on Jeff's thick red cock. How did I ever get so lucky? "It's beautiful, isn't it?" asked Kristy. "Oh yeah." replied David enthusiastically. "That's got to feel so good, doesn't it?" she continued, eyes glued to the cpuple on the bed, "To feel your cock up inside a hot pussy as far as it will go. Knowing she loves it, knowing you're going to cum in there. Squirt your seed up inside her, where it belongs." Kristen rocked back and forth steadily. She could hear Kristy, and it seemed to imflame her passions. She closed her eyes and began humping harder, pulling up further, revealing more of Jeff's shiny hard cock. Kristy noticed the reaction. "Yeah, Kristen, go for it, girl. Fuck that thing, you hear me? You love it, don'cha? I know you do. Fuck it till you make him cum in you, keep it going till he fills you up with his little spermies. I know he's got a big load in there for you." Kristy incited her friend. "Oh God yes, I do love it. I can't help it, it feels so fucking good." Kristen grunted shakily, as she began to be filled to overflowing with the sweet stings of sexual pleasure. Kristy turned to David. "That's fucking, hon. And it feels so good. You know it does, don't you?" To emphasize her point, she took David's long hard cock in her hand and began gently stroking it. "Yeah." David said, feeling the sugary pleasure on his member. "Doesn't that make you wanna fuck, Dave?" "Yeah it does, oh Kristy, yeah it really does." "We're gonna stay here and watch till Jeff cums in Kristen, and then I want you to fuck me, Dave, my stud man. Will you fuck me? Please?" "Yes." he said weakly, not taking his eyes off the rise and fall of Kristen's pretty ass as she humped Jeff's cock faster and faster. "Ohhhhhh god, what sweet fucking." the blonde girl moaned, as she cupped her lover's face with her hands during a pause. As she sat there, hot cock and wet pussy soldered together, he began to push up, needing release desperately. "Oooooooo" she moaned and began to hump back at him. They were clearly excited at being watched by their friends, and the situation was sending them both toward the sweet explosion of the cum. Soon they both lost all control. She began to thrust down harder, and he began to hump up more violently. The wet slap of their loins could be heard all over the house. "Oh, yes, baby please squirt it up me, I don't care, just please do it now!!." Kristen begged. He began to grunt and humped even harder. He was so fucking close. "Yes...yes....YES oh dammit give it to me, oh YES!" she moaned in his ear. "Here it cums baby." he groaned softly, then: "Ugggghhhh!" a grunt and moan at the same time as his hips pushed up. As deep inside her as he could go, his cock pulsed and squirted shot after shot of hot cum. Her hips quivered and shook, but it was the only motion visible as they tensely clung tight to one another, eyes closed as they both felt the ecstacy of the melting together of their sexual fluids. She delighted in the feel of his cock pulsing just at the external point where they were joined. At last, their bodies relaxed and settled back into the welcoming waterbed. They still held one another tight. Kristen sighed deeply, and began to plant little kisses all over Jeff's face. "I felt it, I really felt it squirt that time." she whispered quietly, but Kristy and David heard her. "Fuck me now." Kristy told David fiercely, "Fuck me right on the floor in this goddamn door." She lay down, spread her legs, and pulled him between them. He'd never heard or read of anyone so wild. "Here just lay between my legs on your knees." He got into position. She grabbed his cock and guided it to her hot hole. "Don't play around. Push it in me and fuck." All he had to do was push forward. He couldn't miss if he tried. The slick labia took his cockhead and guided it to it's target. The virgin boy shoved his hips forward, so horny now he didn't care about much of anything. He didn't care about the other couple on the bed just a few feet away, and he didn't care about his parents, his teachers, his church elders and their lectures. His cock slid into the girl beneath him like a knife in hot butter. In no time at all, he felt his pubic hair push up against her labia and mingle with hers. So hot. So exquisite. "Oh, god, you bottomed out baby, you fill me up so good. Fuck me, baby, rub it in and out of me, make Kristy feel so good!" Even for a newbie, the motion of sex is easy and natural. He began to work his hips back and forth, not thinking about it, just going with the feelings in his body. The result was a slow explosion of unfathomable pleasure that built around his cock, as Kristy flexed and relaxed her muscles to increase the friction for both of them. "Ooooo baby you're a sweet fucker, honey, you're gonna cum in it and fill me up, Oh YEAH!" He stopped. Gasping, he heeded a small voice of caution. "Kristy, I don't want to make a baby in you." he gasped, holding his cock still inside her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She'd played a game with others before, but not with this boy. She took his face in her hands and said, "Don't worry honey, I'm safe. Just let it go. Shoot it deep in me. I need it. Please, please." He began the motion again, and this time the little pause made the streaks of joy even stronger. He heard himself groan. The level of pleasure your body could give you was just out of comprehension, he thought in the last sane corner of his mind. He felt her legs wrap around him, holding him strongly in her. As he humped, he felt her heave back at him. Their breathing was ragged as they gasped and moaned. All either knew now was the feel of cock sliding in pussy. They were beyond words now. Kristen and Jeff, temporarily sated by their mutual orgasm, watched fascinated and aroused by the wild animal scene in the doorway. They had a great rear view, and when Kristy raised her fantastic legs and wrapped them around the slim waist of her tallish lover, they got a wonderful view of his long slim cock sliding wetly in and out of her. As they watched, Kristy quite obviously went over the edge. She began to hump quickly and frantically, and grunted her little grunts. David sensed her cumming and slowed briefly. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she panted again and again. He thought he'd be able to feel her cum, but he could only feel an increased tightness. But he did feel her hips pushing up to him in a quick rhythm. He knew by some instinct she was there, and it fired him to the last degree. His ass was on autopilot as he humped and fucked her now, groans and grunts coming from his lips. Soon David felt the opening of the valves that told him no matter what, the cum was going to shoot from his cock. He groaned, unable to give his lover any more warning, and pushed up violently and deeply in her in an instinctive ancient move to plant his sperm as deeply as possible. Then his loins siezed, and he felt his asshole tighten deliciously as his cock stiffened to it's last degree, and the spasms flooded his overloaded brain. Kristy held him tight and she felt him stiffen and could even feel the pulses of his cock at the base of her sensitive lips as the hot white juice she loved flowed into her open womb. "Oh yesssssssssss." she moaned, again and again, even as he came, and even as he relaxed atop her. Their panting and gasping had barely ended, and his cock was still stiff up inside her, soaking in their mutual honey, when they both heard the sound of gentle applause. Their audience was very appreciative. David couldn't move, but Kristy raised her arm high and shot up a thumb, in a gesture of joy and triumph. ------------------------ Please send feedback, the more the merrier, to me at email@example.com. All comments are replied to. I also encourage you to have a look at my web site, where all the chapters of 'Reckless', and several other stories are archived for your enjoyment.