Tags:  incest, masturbation, cumming My sister and I are left alone one sumer

I was spending the summer break from university at home to look after my young sister as our parents were on an extended holiday to celebrate their twenty fifth wedding anniversary. Not that my sister, who at seventeen was two years younger than me, needed any looking after as she frequently reminded me. Growing up we had been close, more like friends than siblings, and had always been able to talk to each other.

It started one night when we were sitting half watching some reality TV show. It was unusually warm and Karen had gone upstairs to change into something more comfortable. When she came back down she was wearing a pale blue cotton dress that only reached mid thigh and hugged her small breasts.

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It is such a hot day and you have arrived home from work before me. You have
already showered; you are sitting down watching television just in your boxers.
I walk in smiling at you, seeing you sitting there. So I go and have a shower
to cool my body down after a hard day at work.

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After my shower I put on my new underwear set that I have just bought. It is
such a pretty pink color, enough to see my nipples through it. The g-string
you can see my pussy lips through them. I run my hands up my body, pleased with
the way I look.

I walk out to you sitting on the couch, but you are still watching the television
you have not noticed me come in the room. I stand there smiling at you admiring
your body, knowing that I need you now.

I move closer to you, sitting on your lap wrapping my arms around kissing you
gently. I feel my nipples becoming hard pressing against your body. We deepen
the kiss, our tongues twirling around in each other’s mouth. Your hands caressing
my back, making my skin tingle all over. I begin kissing your neck, nibbling
at you so gently. My hand caressing you’re chest, my mouth moving down my tongue
flicking over your nipples.

I slide my body down yours, my tongue licking you as I do. I am between your
legs now grinning up at you, as your cock is so hard bursting out of your boxers.
I lick around the edge of your boxers making you moan. You are watching me,
as I tease you. I then take your boxers off revealing your hard cock to me,
smiling up at you, as you know I need to suck your cock so badly.

I look up at you smiling, licking your legs all the way up my hot breath on
your cock. My nails run up your legs gently, until I reach your hard cock rubbing
it all over teasing your head with my fingers. I begin stroking your cock as
I lick your balls over all then licking underneath them to that special spot.
You begin to moan at me, watching every move I make. My hand is moving up and
down on your hard cock faster, feeling the pre-cum on your head. I lick up your
cock twirling my tongue around your shaft till I lick up all your pre-cum moaning
on your cock.

My hand still caressing your shaft all over as my tongue twirls around your
head. I take more of you into my mouth, so slowly teasing you, still looking
up at you. Watching the expressions on your face as my mouth devours your cock.
I move up and down on your cock, moaning louder onto you. My tongue swirling
all over you, my hands caressing your balls.

You then pull my body up to you kissing me so deeply, my pussy just above your
hard cock. I still have on my g-string it is so wet from my juices. You slide
my g-string across to the side inserting your hard cock into my wet pussy. You
reach around taking off my bra, my nipples hard. You move your mouth to them
sucking and licking them all over. I move slowly up and down on your cock inside
me. My muscles gripping at you with each movement. You grab my ass, making me
move faster and harder on you. My hand reaches around grabbing your balls feeling
them begin to swell in my hands.

I look into your eyes smiling at you knowing that we will both cum soon. Our
speed increasing, our breathing becoming heavier. You begin sucking my nipple
again, and then all of a sudden I feel you’re hot cum spurting deep inside me,
my muscles milking you. You’re hot cum sending me over the edge screaming loudly
as I cum all over your cock, mixing our juices inside me. You hold me closely
to you while our orgasms subside. Kissing each other deeply, I rest my body
against yours. Then I slowly hop off you, smiling as I take you to have another
shower.

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This lil cutie came in pretending that she couldn’t wait to be naked in front of the camera. And with that adorable puppy dog hat on and her glove socks we couldn’t wait to see her. As she started to take off her clothes and show off she giggled and smiled but we could tell she was nervous and when she found out that naked meant showing of her snug little teen pussy she blushed! But showing off her pussy proved to be too much of a turn on and when we encouraged her to play with it she could not resist. This beautiful teen girl really did have her first time on camera and we got to watch her stroke that velvety teen pussy.

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Check it out boys! Here’s some pictures of me from a professional photo shoot on the beach in the Bahamas. This was one of my favorite photo shoot locations, and since I’ve been all over the world that’s really saying something. The beaches were amazing, the sun was perfect and the people were great. Everyone was so friendly, and there were lots of hot local guys. Even some pretty cute guys from the states staying in the same hotel, I stayed in while I was down there. During the day, I was busy doing my model work, at night, I was living the good life. I had a lot of fun.

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Now don’t get me wrong, I love cock but there’s definitely something about having another girl go down on me. It’s even better when it’s two girls. I was doing a photo/video shoot with a couple of my friends and it turned into something a lot more than we expected. I think we made the photographers fantasy come true. It was supposed to be just us posing together, but that was a little too "boring" for my friend, Isis. She’s the wild one in our group, doing whatever she wants and getting whatever wants. She’s a lot of fun to hang out with because you never know what is going to happen. Today, it wasn’t long before our clothes were coming off and pussy was being licked. Isis even broke out the vibrators to play with. Check out the sample video clips from our lesbian threeway. I don’t think, I’ll ever be forgetting this afternoon.

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Tigra is so cute and so energetic we could barely keep up with her to video her playing with her pussy. She rolls around and acts exactly hot she thinks we wanted her to act but she is so adorable it just didn't matter. But watching her finger fuck that tight little pussy was just too much, check her out yourself and see if she isn't the most incredible teen ever.

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The best fun I had at school was when I got in with Jodi Malenger’s gang. This was in England, way back, but Jodi wasn’t English, he’d been born in Estonia or somewhere like that and his family had moved over when he was young.

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Anyway, wherever he was from, he was the toughest and cleverest kid I’d ever met and anybody lucky enough to hang out with him was guaranteed plenty of fun. Partly because his family was well off, but mainly because Jodi seemed to be able to get away with anything where girls were concerned. You could take the poshest, most stuck up bitch in the school, and she’d like nothing better than being dragged off somewhere by Jodi. What’s more, most of them didn’t seem to care much if his friends tagged along with him. But what really showed me how good Jodi was happened one afternoon when we had Linda Beresford trapped in the gymn store room at school.

We’d been after her for quite a while, and she knew it as well as we did. She was a plump little half pint of a blonde who giggled a lot, especially when Jodi goosed her. This particular afternoon we’d seen her hanging around down the gymn area just as everybody was leaving. Now she must have known that Jodi had bribed the caretaker into giving us a spare set of keys for that area; every other kid in the school certainly knew it. She must have known as well that to hang around near the sports storeroom at the end of the day was tempting fate. If you were in that corridor when the last bell went, and you happened to be a halfway decent looking girl, then it was trapping territory. Jodi would suddenly appear at one end of the corridor and two more of his gang would come around the opposite corner at the same moment.

One minute later the storeroom door would be unlocked and the girl — or girls — would find themselves on the other side of it. Then the door was locked and the squealing began. But this time we got careless and didn’t lock the door as soon as we should have done.

It was Linda’s fault. She’d obviously been waiting a while for a chance to be the center of attention and she was really stacking on the drama as we ruffled her feathers. Every time a hand grabbed her there was more noise than a cat fight. Not that it stopped her giving us coy “come on” looks from underneath her disarranged hair as she weighed the opposition up. In fact she had unusually heavy odds to face that day because there were five of us there. Jodi was the one who really mattered though — short and broad shouldered, with the face of an angel and the mind of a sewer rat. The rest of us just followed whatever he did.

There was Will, the biggest and oldest of us all, not very bright, but always strong and willing. Micky and Jacko were both highly respected in the school because they’d fight anybody any time. I was there because I was pretty handy with my own fists. And each of us would have followed Jodi into just about any situation. Incidentally, my name’s Andy.

Anyway, we’d made a circle around Linda to give her some heavy petting, just as an introduction. She was making it more sporting by trying to keep pushing our hands away, although with odds of two against ten most of the grabs getting past her defenses, which was why she was making so much noise. After a few minutes though she changed her tactics and just stood there, giggling and telling us we’d better let her go or else we’d be in trouble.

Fat chance. Standing there with her ripe little figure neatly fitted out in a white shirt and short brown skirt she looked good enough to eat. Mind you, she was a lot less neater than she had been, with her shirt half pulled out and her tits hefted around so much they’d just about popped out of her bra cups. We’d soon finish that job off anyway, that was for sure.

“OK, boys, let’s try for three falls and a submission.” Jodi said.

“What are you doing?” Linda asked as Jacko and Will walked her across the store room.

It was a pretty stupid question because she was being taken towards a pile of judo mats that had been stacked in the middle of the room and it was obvious what they were there for. And, again, I would have been surprised if Linda hadn’t heard stories about some of the past performances of the top of those mats. As Jodi had said, there’d certainly been plenty of submissions on top of them.

One of the most satisfying of them had been by Miss snooty nose-in-the air Janet Saunders, the head girl. She’d been photographed stretched out on top of the mats without a stitch on, giving everybody a demonstration of how to sixty nine with the boy underneath her. Jodi, in point of fact, but you couldn’t see much of him except his cock, with Janet frantically licking away at it as if it was a melting ice cream cone.

Oddly, it was Will who’d provided the finishing touch. In some dusty corner of the room he’d found a bundle of paper union jacks on sticks, probably meant to be waved around by the school kids during some long forgotten royal visit to the town. He’d finally found a use for one of the flags by pushing the stick up Janet’s bum, then making her carry on with Jodi while we snapped her with a cock at one end and the flag flying at the other one. A very embarrassed girl she’d been, and she had to do some more very embarrassing things to keep that photo safely hidden away.

Anyway, to get back to what I’m telling you about, Linda was stood at the side of the mats. She was doing a lot of heavy breathing but she wasn’t screaming, or crying either, so it was on to the next round. Jodi sat down on the mats in front of her before reaching out with skilled hands to unhook and unzip her skirt. Linda made a few more protests, just for the record, then decided to shut up as her skirt fell down. Of course this wasn’t the first time we admired her bared legs, we’d seen them plenty of times before when the girls had been playing netball. But this time we were going to see a lot more than just her legs. We told her that as well as we gave her another good touching up.

Micky and I had a bum cheek each to play with, whilst Will and Jacko swooped onto her tits as their own special areas of interest. Jodi put his hand down between her thighs, below the gusset of the briefs — just below, yet not quite touching.

“Bend your knees, Linda.”

She gave out a higher pitched squeal than anything she’d yet managed, then lowered her quim half an inch onto his fingertips as if she was getting into a hot bath. Like they say, a bird in the hand is worth having — and by the time she gets to that stage she’s certainly going to be had. Anyway, that meant the preliminaries were over. Linda Beresford was showing every signs of having joined in the spirit of the party and panting as Jodi made himself at home.

“Oh, God, you’re going to do it to me, aren’t you?”

Jodi rubbed her with his fingers in a way which had her wriggling like a dog having its stomach scratched.

“No, girl, you’re going to do it to us. But if you’re really nice about it we may give you some good fucking on top of these mats as well. We’ve got plenty of frenchies and we don’t care how many you use up.”

Jodi was speaking as if he was almost bored.

“Strip her off and throw her on top of the mats. Let her keep her shoes on though. I know her legs are in the right position for a good shag when the laces are hanging straight down.”

Getting a giggling Linda out of her shirt was a job nobody minded lending a hand with. Especially as we managed to finally bounce her starboard tit clear out of its cup in the process. The plump mound of white freckled flesh was lifted high up on top of the now redundant tit harness, showing off a nipple that looked as hard as walnut and felt as hard as one when I nipped it between my fingers. Linda called me a randy bastard and that made everybody grin.

Will unhooked her bra and threw it away. Jodi stood her aside his legs before hauling both of her tits down to his mouth, giving them a good kneading and some playful bites. Linda’s eyes seemed to be rolling around in their sockets, pretending to be so distressed but making sure we were all watching her being treated like that. I reckoned it was exactly what she’d been waiting for ever since she’d hung around in the corridor.

“I’ll make her tits shake more than that when she’s riding on my cock,” Jacko promised loudly, with Linda quivering in response as though electric shocks were going up and down her spine.

“Drop them for us, you little prick teaser,” Jacko demanded, and Jodi nodded his head in agreement.

With practically no hesitation at all Linda slipped her hands into the sides of her briefs and pushed them down as far as she could, which wasn’t far since she was standing straddle legged, but far enough for us to see everything that mattered. She had quite a nest of light brown hair down below, a physical detail which was quickly covered by Jodi’s right palm as he fingered her. The rest of backed up his good work by grabbing whatever we could. Linda threw her head back, saying “Shit! shit! shit!” until Will put his lips on hers and gave her a taste of his tongue.

“I think we’ve got a hot one here,” Jacko said.

It was a pretty fair statement because Linda’s hands were darting around like butterflies, stroking Jodi’s arm that was fingering her, running over Will’s head as he tongued her. It was just then that I heard a female gasp of outrage and it certainly couldn’t have come from Linda. We spun around and gaped at the teacher who was standing next to the mats, watching everything that was going on with eyes bulging out like a dead cod’s on a fishmonger’s slab.

Mrs Dunkley her name was, an English teacher, but not a very good one. I mean, she knew all about her subject but she’d been away from teaching for a long time and the schools she been at before must have been much better behaved ones than ours, because she was piss weak at enforcing discipline. She’d only been at our educational slum for a month or so but we’d really made things difficult for her in every class she’d taken with us. Ma Dunkley was what Jodi called her and, naturally, he’d caused her more trouble than the rest of us put together.

Yet there was one thing about her which did have all our interest. Well, two things in fact. She wasn’t the flashy type, being middle aged and pretty quiet, but she wore tight sweaters all the time and underneath those sweaters were the biggest set of tits we’d ever seen. No arguments about them being padding either — no padding ever made could have swayed around as enticingly as those two mounds did. Apart from that she was dark haired and dark skinned, with just a wisp of hair on her upper lip. Italian or Greek blood in the family perhaps, with a good full arse that twitched along underneath her pleated skirts almost as nicely as her bazoons bounced on ahead.

Another thing we’d all noticed about her was that in anything except high summer she always wore boots which reached up almost to her knees. There had been a lot of speculation about those boots and whether maybe she was sexier than she let on, wedding ring or no wedding ring.

So, there we were and there she was, and the shit had fallen into the muck spreader alright. As soon as she’d reported this little lot we’d all be on our way to a police court and probably Borstal institutions. And that’s what might have happened if Jodi hadn’t been there. Because Jodi was always fast, always dangerous and a born leader. Whilst the rest of us were still too stunned to react he was moving, pushing Linda away so hard she would have fallen if we hadn’t been clustered so closely around her. Then I almost went over myself as he knocked me out of the way, heading towards the opened door.

For a second, just for a second, I wondered if he was running away. But even before the thought was formed I saw him slam the door closed and turn the key in the lock, the thing we should have thought to have done first before we got started on Linda. Yet what he did next had me totally confused because he disappeared out of sight behind a storage rack, taking the door key with him.

Which left the rest of us hanging around like non speaking extras in a play after the main character has disappeared down a stage trapdoor. Linda was the only one who could think of anything positive to do, by pulling up her knickers.

Under any other circumstances I would have been laughing at the expression on her face. Linda Beresford did not look like a girl duly grateful for being saved from a terrible fate at the hands — and dicks — of a bunch of hooligan boys: she looked more like a gymnkhana rider whose horse had gone sprawling at the first fence; lots of exertion, lots of build up, but no jumps. Though Ma Dunkley distracted my attention quickly enough with an angry shout.

“Malenger, come back here!”

Well, he did, back out from behind that storage rack as quickly as he’d gone behind it. And in his hand was a javelin. Which, just in case English is your second language, is a metal spear with rather a sharp point at one end. People with nothing better to do go out on an athletics field to see how far they can throw them. Another fun recreational thing you can also do with the sharp end of a javelin is to stick it into a big tit. If you want to attract the attention of the owner of the aforementioned big tit, I can assure you that it’s an effective way of doing so.

“Back! Back against the wall, you fat bitch!”

I was thinking to myself, “This is crazy, we can’t do this to a teacher”, but it was happening anyway, as things always seemed to do when Jodi wanted them to. Ma Dunkley took two steps backwards under the pressure of the javelin’s tip, then tried to stand her ground.

“Malenger, you must be mad! Put that down at once.”

Well, and so he did. He leaned forward, dropped the javelin’s point and pushed it forward straight between her knee high boots.

“Come on you useless bastards, give her a lift,” he called out to us.

Ma Dunkley didn’t understand what he meant but we did, because another thing you can do with a javelin for fun and profit is to use it to persuade a girl to see things your way. Remember I mentioned a certain Janet Saunders as an excellent example of a enthusiastic female submission? Well, it had been a ride around the store room on a javelin which had quickly and easily brought her to that way of thinking. But to do it to a teacher …

“Come on!” Jodi urged, and so we did. What the hell, it had to be worth whatever trouble it eventually got us into. So I grabbed the point behind her and Micky took hold of it as well, while Jacko helped Jodi in front.

That was all there was room for, four pairs of hands, but it was plenty. We lifted the javelin nice and level, straight up between Ma Dunkley’s legs, hoisting her pleated skirt in big folds in front and behind her. Then we got her weight on top of the javelin and raised it up higher yet, until she was on the toes of her boots. She shrieked like a factory whistle spitting out steam, leaning forward over her rucked up skirt to grab the javelin through the folds, holding on next to Jacko’s and Jodi’s hands as she desperately tried to lift herself above the metal shaft. I could understand why — it must have been a rough experience to have your cunt split apart on something like that.

“Walk her!”

Well, walking her isn’t quite what happens. The point is that if you lift the rider high enough she can’t walk, and she can’t rest her weight on the ground, it’s all pressing down on those soft sensitive areas between the inner thighs and that round strip of aluminum. The javelin bowed underneath Ma Dunkley’s weight but it didn’t stop us from lifting her right off the floor and taking several shuffling steps as she swayed from side to side, screaming out in fear and pain as she found out she was balanced on the next worst thing to a knife edge.

“Oh God, oh God, stop it please! Please — please — please!”

“Down with her. On her tiptoes though, that’s all. Will, you take my place here.”

So there was the scene, Mrs Dunkley with her skirt piled up, legs straight and clamped hard together, bent forward from the waist and still clutching onto the javelin. She smelt nice — rosewater, maybe. There was white flecks in the tightly stretched gray sweater. Her bra straps were clearly visible through the material and I cursed my bad luck in being behind her, instead of in front with Will and Jacko. I could see them gloating at the sight of her big bristols being squeezed into view between her straightened arms. Still, we had a consolation view of her legs, partially revealed by the upraised skirt. Lots of smoothly rounded flesh all nicely wrapped up in dark pantyhose.

“Malenger — Jodi. Please, this is silly.”

No doubt about her tone , she wasn’t demanding anything now, she was asking us not to hurt her anymore. And we all knew that one or two more quick rides would have the teacher begging to do something else — anything at all. My imagination went into overdrive at the thought of having those legs wrapped around me and those tits in my hands. In an instant my cock was as rigid as the javelin.

“Keep her like that,” Jodi snapped.

Still moving as quickly as a striking ferret, he reached out to Ma Dunkley and gave one of her earrings a sharp tug, making her cry out again.

“What do you think about that, Mrs Dunkley? One of the girls you’re supposed to be looking after and here she is in a storeroom showing a bunch of boys everything she’s got. However did that happen?”

“I don’t know.” She was answering quietly, and quickly. What with one thing and another I guess there wasn’t much choice. We all knew Jodi would twist Ma Dunkley’s ear or ride her on the javelin again if she tried to talk back to him.

“I was walking along the corridor and I heard the noise, so I came in.”

Jodi put his other hand on the nape of her neck, underneath her long black hair, and gently massaged her neck muscles.

“Now that’s a funny thing, right there. Yeah, Linda was making a lot of noise at first but she quietened afterwards. Pretty hard to hear her from way out there then. My idea is that you heard her alright, only you waited a while before you came in. Were you waiting because you thought you might make a deal with us?”

She tried to turn her head towards him pulled but couldn’t because Jodi pulled on her ear to make her look straight ahead. We all heard her gasp again.

“A deal? What do you mean?”

“I mean that we’re the lads who’ve been giving you the most trouble in your classes. But if you caught us with Linda you could either get us thrown out of the school or threaten us into behaving ourselves in future.”

“No, I never thought that!”

“Ah, but I say you did. And I say that people who go in for blackmail deserve to be blackmailed themselves. What-do-you-think-about-that?”

He emphasized each of the last words by tugging on her earlobe again each time he spoke. The teacher gave a little gasp with each tug. Jodi was showing her again how much she was under his control

“Now let me get this clear in my mind, Mrs Dunkley. Is anybody going to come looking for you soon if we keep you here? And before you answer, you’d better know that if you lie to us, I’ll personally push this javelin right up your arse.”

“No.” She was whispering, her voice shaking. “No, but the caretaker is probably still around.”

“You don’t need to worry about him. He knows when to be deaf. So it looks like you’re going to be with us for quite a while. Never mind, I guess we can find some interesting ways of passing the time.”

We were all licking our lips at that, though Mark and I were still cursing our luck at having to stand behind Ma Dunkley and not being able to see her face. I wondered if Jodi could put her completely under his control, the way he seemed able to do with all the girls. He’d certainly faced a lot of defiance from Janet Saunders at first, yet a few minutes on the javelin had turned from a Head Girl into a girl who’d much sooner give head than ride the rail again.

“Linda, come over here.”

We’d almost forgotten about Linda, which was quite something, since she was still only wearing her briefs and her socks and shoes — oh, yeah, and her necktie, which had somehow got left behind when her shirt was pulled off. She looked as juicy as ever, yet a lot more nervous than when we’d been mauling her.

“Jodi, I don’t want to get involved in this.”

“Fair enough, I don’t want to make you change places with Ma Dunkley, but I will do if I get anymore of your lip. Go on the other side of her.”

Linda obediently walked around past Mark and me. I never thought I’d let a pair of bare tits go by without taking a grab at them but I had to then. Linda ended up facing Jodi across the javelin with the teacher perched between them.

“Right, Mrs Dunkley, let’s start getting to know each other a bit better. An introduction would be nice. Normally, of course, I’d shake hands but you seem to be using both of yours at the moment. So what we’ll do is to have a little rule which starts right now.” Jodi tweaked her ear again, getting another gasp. “Are you listening, Mrs Dunkley?”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

“Right, the rule is this: every time somebody squeezes one of your tits you introduce yourself with your first name and say ‘I’m very pleased to meet you’. You understand the rule, Mrs Dunkley?”

Her answer was music to our ears, mumbled but obedient: “Yes, I understand.”

To me, this was incredible. Ma Dunkley was almost twice our age, a teacher, a married woman, and whatever we did she should have been able to dominate us. If Jodi hadn’t been there she would have done. It was his personality, his determination to dominate her instead and his readiness to hurt her as much as necessary which was beating her down. Unless of course she wanted to be in this situation. Maybe she had been waiting outside, getting up the courage to walk in and betting that this was indeed the way it was going to turn out. Who could tell why a woman did anything?

Jodi left one hand on her neck, took the other one from her ear and let his outstretched fingers slide gently down the side of one of the arms pushed straight down in front of her as she still kept trying to relieve the pain of being on top of the javelin. I thought she must be getting very tired of being in that position.

“Hmm, just to make it more interesting yet, we’ll make a second rule. After you’ve introduced yourself, you’ll do whatever you’re told to by anybody who’s holding one of your tits. Have you got that?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got a name.”

“Yes, Jodi.”

“So what happens when I squeeze one of your bouncers?”

She spoke very quickly: “I say, ‘Hello, my name is Christine and I’ll do whatever you tell me to.’ ” It seemed to me that she was in a hurry to show how compliant she was. Not only tired but probably sore as well.

“Right, let’s try it.”

There was enough tension in the room to run a power station as I saw his hand move around in front of her. The javelin quivered in our hands and the teacher gasped, then said: “Hello, my name is Christine and I’ll do anything at all that you tell me to.”

That broke the tension up, for the moment anyway. All of us chortled in delight at her surrender until Jodi held his hand up for us to be quiet again.

“Not bad, but fair turn is fair play. The same rule applies to you, Linda.”

He must have moved his hand over to her titties because she got pulled forward and bent over until she was almost leaning on the teacher. She’d been taken by surprise: “Oh God, what have I got to say? My name is Linda and I’m very pleased to meet you, Jodi, you bastard.”

We laughed at that as well, until Linda gave a real screech of pain. “I don’t allow back chat from any female in here. In this room they do as they’re told.” He must have given her tit a real screwing with his hand because she cried out again.

“OK, so to make it clearer, from now on, whenever an udder gets pulled I expect to hear the bitch that owns it to say her name and to say she’ll do whatever she’s told to. Let’s try this one again.”

Linda didn’t need telling twice: “My name is Linda and I’ll do whatever you tell me too.”

Then the teacher spoke up again, clearly feeling Jodi’s hand giving her the cue again: “My name is Christine and I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

Jodi laughed. “Things seem to be coming along nicely. Now, Christine, let’s talk about deals. You’re certainly not going to be in any position to blackmail us, but we can offer you a good deal instead. If you’re nice to us we’ll stop causing you trouble in your classes. Not only that, I’ll make sure nobody else in the school gives you any trouble either. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Jodi, I’d like that.”

“Quite sure?”

“Yes.” She was almost shouting back at him, answering as quickly as she could. I could see her arms trembling as she kept them pressed down on the javelin.

“OK, but if we do that for you, you’ve got to do something for us. Is that fair?”

“Yes — yes!”

Jodi chuckled and then Linda blurted out loudly: “My name is Linda, how do you do and I’ll do whatever you tell me too.”

I still couldn’t see exactly what was going on but it was obvious that Jodi had grabbed one of her tits again and she was gabbling out the words he’d taught her like a trained parrot.

“Well done, Linda. Now, girl, what do you think you’d have had to do for us if Christine hadn’t come in and spoilt things? What do the other girls tell you they have to do in here?”

“They say they have to suck your cock, Jodi.”

That got a laugh. Will and Jacko weren’t looking at her though, they were staring at the teacher’s face to see her response. They were both grinning from ear to ear and I wished once again I was in their place.

“Just my cock?”

Linda certainly wasn’t being coy now. She was answering up loud and clear: “No, you make them suck all your mate’s cocks as well, and afterwards they get shagged by everybody.”

Jodi shook his head in mock sorrow: “Who are these horrible girls, and why are they saying such terrible things about me?”

You know how sometimes you start laughing and you can’t control it — you’re sort of gasping with ingrowing breath? I reckon we’d all reached that stage by then and Linda was laughing along with the rest of us. The thing was, we didn’t want to piss arse around and hold things up by laughing, we wanted to hear what the teacher had to say. She certainly wasn’t laughing though. Mick and I were fascinated by the way her leg muscles were flexing underneath those dark stockings as she wrigggled around on top of the javelin trying to find a position — any position — which wasn’t so uncomfortable as the one she was in.

I could certainly understand that because my forearms were aching with effort of holding her up on tip toe.

Finally, at long last, we stopped chortling and carried on with mere gloating as Jodi moved one hand away from the back of the teacher’s neck and gripped her earring again. He must have moved his other hand as well because she said — almost shouted: “My name is Christine, how do you do and I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

“Will you really, Mrs Dunkley? Or may I call you Christine? Now you’ve just heard what Linda thinks we’re going to make her do. She thinks I’m going to make her suck my dick while everybody else in here watches her do it. Do you think I’d do something like that, especially with a lady like yourself here having to watch such a dirty little scene?”

“Jodi, I’m absolutely sure that she’s going to do whatever you tell her to, just as I’m sure that I’m not getting off this javelin until I agree to do everything she does.”

I looked at Mick and he looked at me, and he was as surprised as I was. We could hear the strain in her voice from being straddled on top of the javelin yet otherwise Mrs Dunkley seemed pretty calm as she admitted she was ours to do with as we liked. Oh God, make this afternoon last for ever.

“Well, yeah, that sounds like a reasonable offer,” Jodi said, still playing it really cool. “Tell me, Christine, are you really saying that if I let you off this javelin you’ll suck us all off.”

“Yes. Jodi, please, I am offering to do whatever you want. Couldn’t you lower me down now, please?”

“I’ll tell you what we’ll do. We’ll lower you on to your heels and Linda and I will take your sweater off. If you behave that far perhaps we won’t lift you up on your toes again. Do you want to do that?”

“Yes, Jodi, yes please.”

He laughed. “Now that’s what I like to hear. But I’m still waiting for some detail about what you’ll do for us. Make it sound interesting and we’ll let you down.”

“Oh God. Jodi, I’ll go down on my knees for you. I’ll go down on my knees in front of you with everybody watching and give you a gobble.”

My toes were curling as I was listening to this. God, but Jodi had soon put this middle aged bitch back into her box. And everybody knew that she was going to have to do what she was promising she would.

“Well, that sounds fine. But suppose we started by stripping you to the waist and letting all the lads play with those big knockers of yours. Would you rather do that than be left where you are?”

“Yes, Jodi, please, please, play with my tits, all of you, please.” I couldn’t believe how desperate she was sounding. Either that javelin was really hurting our captured teacher or she was making a good production of sounding as if it was.

Naturally, the more desperate she sounded, the more Jodi spun things out. “Hmm … well, I’ll ask the lads about it. OK guys, is anybody interested in playing with Mrs Dunkley’s big fat bristols?”

He certainly had our approval on that notion, and we all snarled in approval like a wolf pack around a trapped deer.

“OK, the motion is carried unanimously. Now, would all those who’d like to fuck Mrs Dunkley as well please lift her up to show approval in the usual manner.”

She shrieked in pain as we gave her another swift lift, wriggling on top of the javelin again as though it were an electrified fence. Maybe it was, because there was enough excitement shooting through my body alone to have put a high voltage charge into the steel shaft. Jodi tugged the teacher’s earring again to make sure she was listening.

“So how about that idea, Christine? You think this might be a good time to get put on your back and give the class a practical demonstration in sex education?”

“Yes, Jodi, yes, yes! Anything you want!”

Jodi giggled: “Does that include multiple choice answers?”

“God, yes, I’ll take all of you on — all of you! But for fuck’s sake let me down, please!”

It seemed that what we had on our javelin here was a teacher who’d been taught a quick and very successful lesson in learning to do what she was told. If she hadn’t known much before about how to enforce discipline she’d certainly come to the right place to learn. Jodi enforced her surrender with quickly delivered demands.

“Right, lower her onto her heels. Linda, grab her sweater at the bottom. Christine, hold up your arms or we’ll hold you up again.”

The teacher let out a great shuddery sigh of relief as settled her back onto her heels. As Linda and Jodie tugged at the tight fitting sweater she instantly held her arms up over her head and kept them there as the material was rucked up until her bra strap came into view. It was as wide as my thumb, satin white, with silver metal double clips. Sexy, but not much of a consolation prize for what must be visible from the front. Surprisingly, it was Linda who made the first comment from that viewpoint: “My God, look at them.”

If there’s ever been a more unnecessary suggestion I can’t imagine where or when it was made. Will and Jacko nearly had their eyes popping out of their heads and even Jodi looked startled. Then he and Linda jerked sweater up further until it was caught up around the teacher’s raised elbows and wrapped around her head.

“OK, take that javelin away. Push her up against the storage racks. Hold her there. Keep her arms up.”

We did as he said in a flurry of movement, pushing the teacher back against the racks and holding her wrists up above her head, although all you could see of it was a pile of disarranged black hair protruding from the top of the sweater. She certainly couldn’t see a thing, which saved her at least one shock as Jodi pulled out his flick knife. All he wanted it for though was to cut a couple of lengths off a roll of lane marking tape.

“Put her wrists up against the supports.”

Will and Jacko stepped apart to hold Christine’s wrists against the vertical shelving struts. When they did they revealed the stiff white cups of her foundation bra. My immediate thought was that they must be padded after all, because surely to God she couldn’t walk around all day supporting that amount weight in front of her?

“Christ, you could carry a week’s shopping home in those cups,” Mark declared, sharing my disbelief.

Not that we had much chance to admire the sights because Jodi immediately stepped in front of Christine as he tied her wrists to the struts. There was no resistance, she simply stood against the shelves as she was secured. Jodi stood back, with the rest of us crowing around him to take in the view again.

“One teacher, almost ready for lessons,” Jodi said happily.

By God, was she ever! Sweater up around her face, boobs out on the shop window, the waist band of her skirt jammed around her wide hips and the top of a white girdle just seen above it with a couple of rolls of stomach fat resting on top. Not that she didn’t have a pretty good figure without even taking into account those fantastic udders. A bit overripe maybe, but what could you expect at that age. As for that pleated skirt and those boots underneath it — well, it looked as if Christmas was coming early this year.

Jodi began unbuttoning his shirt. “Go over and introduce yourselves, guys. You know what to do. Linda, you lazy bitch, come here and unlace my shoes.”

That time I must have been slow off the mark because Mark beat me, if you’ll forgive the pun. And he was behind Jacko. Not that Mrs Dunkley knew the difference. She just knew we were taking turns at feeling her tits and as she was fondled she said loudly again and again that her name was Christine, she was very pleased to meet us, and she’d do whatever we told her to. Again, there was no doubt about how effective Jodi’s training techniques were. Not that I cared much about anything but being stuck at the end of the queue for copping a few feels.

“They’re for real,” Jacko announced loudly. He had his hands on each of her cups but not for long as Will elbowed him aside and grabbed one for himself.

“My name is Christine and I’ll do whatever you want,” the teacher said again, loud enough for us to hear even though she was partially muffled by the sweater across her face. Mark got in between both of them, lifted up a roll of the sweater high enough to reveal her mouth hanging open and put his mouth against hers to see what the reaction was. He was also copying Jodi’s methods by holding one of her earrings but he didn’t seem to need to do much with it to get the results he wanted. Of course I was going frantic and in the end I had to pull him off her so I could get a turn.

By then Will and Jacko were pulling up Ma Dunkley’s skirt and I was finally able to get my fingers on both of her cups. One touch and I found out what everybody else already had done, that these were the genuine items. The heat coming from them was proof enough without even needing to feel the lumps where her nipples were pushing against the stiff fabric. I wondered how she’d react to another tonguing and gave her lips a little lick. What I got back immediately was a length of flesh that pushed into my mouth like a cow cleaning out an oat trough.

Mrs Dunkley probably had no idea who she was french kissing and just as probably couldn’t have cared by then anyway. I pushed two fingers down between the rolls of flesh squelched up out of the top of the bra and swirled things around a little. The storage rack she was tied to began rattling as she snorted through her nose, then started trying to lick my tonsils again. Mind you, I think that was mostly due to what Will and Jacko were doing around her panties. Mark came crowding in again as well, taking hold of the nipple I’d abandoned only for a second. It was a real gold rush, everybody staking out a claim wherever there was a chance. Not that you could complain, there was more territory going spare there than was in Alaska.

“OK, pull the sweater up a bit,” Jodi told us. “I want her to see this.”

I heaved the bottom of the sweater up clear of Christine’s face. Her eyelids had been closed. They opened though as soon as the light fell onto her flushed cheeks and she stared into my face in a way that seemed to have trouble getting focused. “Oh, Christ, Andy, what are you all doing to me?”

“Getting you ready for a good fucking,” I told her truthfully and the storage racks rattled again as she twitched like a shot rabbit.

“Out of the way, lads.”

We reluctantly moved out of the way. Jodi was naked now, facing an equally naked Linda. They were side on to Christine, looking at her as Linda held Jodi’s stiff cock in her right hand, rubbing it gently as if trying to put a polish on it.

“How about doing this for me, Mrs Dunkley? Would you like to do this for me?”

She didn’t seem to have much difficulty in fastening her gaze on his cock. She was trembling but her voice hardly quivered as she answered.

“Yes, alright.”

Jodi walked over to her. The sight of the opened knife he was carrying had her trembling even more, especially when he held it up close to her.

“Are you right handed or left handed.”

“Right handed.”

He slashed through the tape around her right wrist. She immediately lowered her hand and held his cock just as Linda had done, working his foreskin back and forth in quick movements. Jodi’s knife dropped lower, underneath her bra strap and she gave a little grunt as he cut through it with one quick movement, letting her entire upper works tilt over to one side like a collapsing bridge. Then he moved his face next to the teacher’s and put his lips on hers, his free hand stroking her bottom. I could see her fingers gripping tightly around his cock and that she was squirming around again. Jacko and Will were on either side of Linda, pulling at her neat little tits at the same time as they were trying to get their clothes off as quickly as they could. That seemed like a good idea — in fact they were both good ideas but the lads were having trouble in sorting out their priorities.

Jodi stopped tonguing Christine and leaned back to use his knife again. The other strap fell apart and the bra cups slid halfway down her bust. We stared open mouthed at the size of her partially revealed tits, no lighter in color than the rest of her skin, with a speckling of four or five beauty spots on the upper slopes of the right one, like base camps on the slopes of Mount Everest. Mark — and I swear to God this is true — yelled out “Dam Busters” at the sight of all the tit meat that was spilling out. We pissed ourselves laughing as Ma Dunkley went even redder in the face and even — if you can believe it — even more embarrassed. She still kept pumping away at Jodi’s cock though, not missing a beat. He dropped his knife on the shelf, grabbed the bottom part of her bra and dragged it down until her tits were hanging totally free. We gaped at the sight like tourists seeing the pyramids for the first time.

“OK, take her over to the bars.” Jodi snarled, stepping back, but giving Ma Dunkley’s nips a squeeze to be going on with. They were swollen out to the size of half eaten plums, a natural match for the tits they belonged to. Jodi picked up his knife again and slashed through the tape still securing her left wrist.

“Mark, get another javelin,” he ordered.

I guess we all wondered what was in his mind, but it was a fair bet it was going to be pretty entertaining. Not that we didn’t have entertainment enough, frog marching our now firmly cowed cow of a teacher on her way to the grand finale of a public screwing. I was holding one of her arms and Jacko had the other, still up over her head and still entangled in the sleeves of her jumper. That way the material was down over her eyes again, which was a pity because what Jodi was arranging near the mats was quite a scene.

Not that it mattered much because as soon as we stopped by the mats the first thing we did was to lift the sweater off and throw it aside. Ma Dunkley’s mouth dropped when she saw Linda. A long time ago a section of climbing bars had been taken down from off the gymn wall and stacked away inside the storeroom. Too many kids falling off and hurting themselves I suppose. Anyway, there it was, about eight feet high and ten feet long, leaning against the end wall. And on it, arms and legs outstretched, was Linda, still wearing that school tie and her shoes, but nothing else. Her feet were about three feet off the floor and standing in front of her was Andy, holding the javelin. The back end was tilted down, the sharp end was nestled between the lips of Linda’s cunt. She was staring straight down at Andy’s hands and if Doctor Who’s Time Machine had appeared in the storeroom right then I don’t think she would have even noticed it.

Of course Andy had never thought of that by himself. It was Jodi who’d arranged the scene, just as it was Jodi who was enjoying himself most by watching Ma Dunkley’s reaction. Mark handed him another javelin and Jodi made a mock show out of feeling the tip for sharpness and blowing on it.

“OK, Christine, put your back to the bars and climb up alongside Linda. It’s easily done, just like going up a ladder backwards and plenty of hand grips to help you.” He held up the javelin. “If you think you need any extra incentive, just let me know.”

She was plainly baffled, but certainly not in any mood to argue. She let us push her unresistingly up against the inclined bars, then grunted and puffed as she went up a few bars, until she was level with Linda and in the same position, arms outstretched at the level of her shoulders to keep her balance. There was something of a double crucifixion scene about it, an impression reinforced by the spear-like javelins. Nothing but sinners here though, or at least they would be by the time we’d finished with them.

Maybe the religious thoughts lingered for a moment or two though, because when I looked up at the teacher’s swaying tits I thought it was a pity we couldn’t take her into church and lay her out on the alter at harvest festival time — just the way she was, naked, plump and full of nature’s bounty. Maybe it would have put the Vicar off his sermon but what the hell, it was the thought that counted. Jodi’s next words certainly gave Christine even more to think about.

“Right, let’s have some teat pulling here.”

No problem. It was like a crowded tube train with everybody strap hanging though a lot more interesting. I started off with the only free tit I could get hold of — one of Linda’s, worse luck. Never mind, I also found that her pussy was at just the right height for me to give her clit a good licking and I also had another hand in the complicated maneuvering going on underneath the teacher’s skirt. Perhaps it helped to take her mind off the assorting handling her massive boobs were getting, though not very much. Not judging by the squeals she was making and the way the bars were rattling — you’d have thought a gorilla was shaking them. Linda was doing plenty of squirming and shouting herself. When I let somebody else tongue her and looked up her head was arched back, her mouth hanging open and she was twitching her hips around as if she was being tickled up the twat with a feather duster.

“OK, Andy, fetch the camera.”

Trust me to get stuck with the worst job. Still, somebody had to keep a nicely detailed record of the teacher and her best looking pupil being put through their paces.

When I came back with the Olympus 35 and the flash bulbs both of our victims cried out in protest. That camera was going to be an instrument of fate for them and they knew it. Linda had probably been expecting it from the start but the teacher gave a despairing wail as I started getting in some good exposures.

And it was when we started getting some good exposure of Christine herself that I began to suspect that maybe she had expected to find herself doing some pin up work. Because once the lads had pulled her skirt and girdle off, there were tiny little lilac colored panties underneath her pantyhose. Well, tiny compared to the width of her hips which shook like a Turkish belly dancer’s when Jodi trailed his finger tip along the damp gusset of the panties.

“For God’s sake, Jodi. I can’t stand much more of this,” she moaned. “Don’t keep me hanging around anymore, just fuck me, please!”

Yeah, well, she had a sense of humor, you had to give her that. We grinned at each other, and at Jodie. And Jodie, the bastard, he told the other guys to leave Linda alone for a while and everybody to squeeze Christine’s tits and put their hands up between her legs. While they were doing that he slit the pantyhose on the seams, rolled it down her legs, and then slashed it again until it was in shreds around the top of her boots. It was skilful work, leaving her with nothing on but her sexy panties as hand after hand rubbed her mound of Venus and twiddled with those big nipples. And whilst all that was going on I took snaps of the teacher, some standing back, some in close up with hair all over her face, lips drawn back, mouth open and her teeth clenched like a fox going down underneath a pack of hounds.

Oh yeah, and I also got a couple of nice shots of poor deserted Linda, hanging up next to the teacher and with one of her hands down at her cunt, giving herself a wanking and not caring who took a picture of her doing it. But then I made her stop it, and got another nice shot of her clutching the bars and swearing at us with every filthy word she could think of as we left her on the shelf for a while.

“You rotten bastards, do it to me then, if you’re going to! Fuck me, fuck me!”

“Me as well!” Christine wailed.

That caused some serious laugher before Jodi finally got things back on track by slashing Ma Dunkley’s panties and pocketing them as a trophy. She had a patch of black hair as coarse and curly as a short horn’s forehead and the same kind of bovine stupefied satisfaction as the guys lined up to lick her, with Linda as a side order. If Christine had been swinging her hips before, what she did then would have made her the toast of the Instanbul belly dancers’ academy.

I guess that if you want to talk about tenderizing your meat, that was the time. The meat was hanging up there, fondled, stroked, tongued and their nipples sucked as if it were milking time. The lads were yelling and holding up their fingers in triumph to prove that love juice was coming out of both cunts like honey oozing out of a hive: there was nothing those two hanging on the bars weren’t game for by then and they wouldn’t have cared if they were on the newsreels, let alone any photos I was taking.

Jodi got Linda to stand face to face with the teacher on the bars, her legs on both side of Christine’s, her face against the woman and kissing her in full french style as we fingered both of them like fury. There were yells of approval as they did a full bumps and grind routine against each other. Then we let them down and put them on their knees, side by side. This was the great moment. First Jodi had Linda take his cock in her mouth while the teacher held it steady for her. She was watching the action very closely, although it didn’t last long before Jodi ordered a change over.

No, Christine didn’t hesitate for even the blink of an eye before she was sucking on Jodi’s monster like a vacuum cleaner salesmen demonstrating the latest product. Nothing left on her but her boots, big white arse sticking out, huge tits shaking and her eyes staring up at Jodi as she did everything she could to earn a fuck. She bloody soon got it as well.

“OK, let’s take her,” Jodi ordered.

We threw her on top of the mats and everybody held Ma Dunkley’s legs as far apart as we possibly could. She was shivering and her teeth were chattering as if she was cold, but she wasn’t, not with the exercise she was getting from jerking her honeypot around. She could barely keep it still as Jodi rammed his length into her and then she yelled out like she’d scored a goal at a cup final and called us all shits. Then Mrs Dunkley’s eyes kind of rolled back and she shouted out wildly: “Fuck me, you little bastards, fuck me!”

Somebody else threw Linda across the mats the other way, face down across the teacher’s stomach, and both Jodi and Ma Dunkley were playing with the schoolgirl’s cunt before Will filled it with his cock. During the cross fucking afterwards the teacher kept stroking Linda’s hair and bottom all the time the partners were changing for both of them. Even after all this time I still have to take the photos out sometimes and look at them to believe it really happened.

Afterwards though was even better. Once we’d de-spunked ourselves for the first time in those hot cunts we had an afternoon of cock sucking that was simply amazing. Thank God females talk so much that they’ve all got more muscles in their mouth than anywhere else: without that natural training I don’t think either Linda or Christine would have got through that massive mouth to cock resuscitation session without RSI of the jaw.

It was strictly two on one. Each of us took a turn lying on our back on the mats. Christine and Linda stood on each side of the pile and worked alternatively — two minutes each and they had to touch bottom at least once every turn or get their tits twisted. Just to make it more interesting, the one who was watching had to tell us all about a really good fucking she’d had, or a way she wanted to be fucked. Truth to tell, Linda wasn’t much cop at either. She hadn’t had any major experiences before we’d taken her in hand and she didn’t have much imagination.

Mind you, some of Jodi’s notions combined with a lot of fingering had her going off like a firework display. He was going to sit her on top of a jumping horse, at one end, put a javelin through the hand holes and tie her ankles to it. Another length of rope through the hand holes at the other end, bend her forward, tie her wrists to the ends, and she’d be bent forward like a jockey on a real horse, her bum hanging over the end of the box and not able to see behind her. Then we’d call around all our mates and let them form an orderly queue for a good healthy work out in the gymn. Plenty of hard spanking, plenty of oil and lots of cocks jerking in and out of Linda’s cunt and ass as somebody kept the score on a blackboard she could watch. Magic!

Christine was listening to all this as she was working on Will’s cock, and really giving it her best. But when Jodi said maybe it’d be even better if we mounted the teacher at the other end of the box as well she nearly went into labor on the spot just thinking about it. Will still says he thought she was going to suck his cock out by the roots. He came in her mouth and never saw a drop to prove it. We just about had to drag her off him like pulling a tiger away from a piece of meat. Mark and Jacko were kind hearted enough to finger her cunt, something she desperately needed doing for her by then. It’s the first and only time I’ve ever seen a woman tap dancing during an orgasm — those boots sure were made for coming!

Of course there was no way we could really do anything like that at the school, more’s the pity. It would never have been hushed up and we’d all have been in the deepest shit. But there was no reason at all why we couldn’t do a deal with some of Jodi’s out-of-town mates for a great big party well off the beaten track. Everybody to bring as many cunts as possible, whether willing or getting an offer they couldn’t refuse.

I won’t bore you with all the sordid details but the logistics were neat. Jodi managed to borrow a cattle truck and we cleaned it out until it was spotless, then filled it with clean straw. When we did the rounds to pick the gals, the eager ones and the reluctant ones alike, their eyes nearly popped out when they saw what Cinderella’s coach was.

But that was nothing, nothing at all, compared to the way they looked when we got to the field the rendezvous was arranged for. There must have been forty guys or more waiting on the grass, motor bikes and a few cars parked all over the place. A good job it really was a remote place because most of the fellows were already stripped for action. Pretty sensible because if you took something off in that truck you’d never find it again. Anyway, the male mob gave a great cheer as the truck came into the field. And the sight of all those female eyes staring through the slats in the back of the truck: now that really was an eye-popping occasion. The slats were good though, lots of useful handholds and you could piss out the side whenever you liked. All the girl’s gear went overboard through them as well. And with a ladder and a camera some of the great orgy shots of all time were on offer from any angle you wanted. Yeah, someday I’ll have to tell that story in more detail.

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These chicks sure look tasty. The best thing about them is that they're free. These dudes don't have to pay them anything, except maybe order in wine and crab cakes. After the meal, these hotties begin chewing on the three dicks, getting them hard until they're good and ready for a fuck.

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Mona Herron entered the studio and was glad to see that all six of her students were present and ready to begin class. During the day she taught advanced painting at the local college, but what she really enjoyed most, were these adult evening classes here at the high school. As with most of the evening sessions, this one only had six sign ups, so it was easy to give each student a lot of individual attention. Mona walked to the front of the room and addressed her students, “This is our seventh session, and tonight we have a real treat for you, we have hired one of the local college students to pose for the next hour!” “During that time you should do your best to paint him as you see him,” she continued, “and while this may seem a little too advanced for some of you, I think it will be instructive as well as an enjoyable experience for all of you, so without further or do, I’ll go get this evenings model and we can get started!!!”

The six ladies who made up the Wednesday evening art class at Central High, waited patiently while Mona went into an adjoining room to bring in the subject. “Class,” she said upon her return, “I would like you to meet Michael, he has been kind enough to pose for us tonight, so if you will take your place, Michael, we can get started!!!” David hopped up on a small raised platform that Mona had situated in middle of the room, and much to the complete surprise of everyone there, he dropped the robe he was wearing, and stood stark naked in front of everyone!!! Several of the women gasped audibly, and Mona Herron admonished them, “Class, please be quiet, the classic nude is one of art’s basic poses, and tonight you will have a chance to paint Michael as he poses in the same manner as Michelangelo’s masterpiece, David!!!” The women quickly calmed down and began filling their canvasses with paint! After a few minutes,
Mona began circulating through the room, while stopping and giving pointers to her students.
Michael was an experienced model, so he had no problem standing perfectly still for fifteen minutes at a time, but for the first time since he had started posing, he began to get an erection!!!
A lady in the front row was the first to notice, and that only made matters worse, because she not only didn’t avert her eyes in embarrassment, she was openly ogling his now semi hard member!!!
When Mona finally noticed his predicament, much to his surprise, instead of giving him a break, she merely commented on how nice his erection looked, and that how the students should incorporate his excited state into their painting!!!

Sweat began forming on his brow as his thickening pecker finally attained its full dimension of eight inches long!!! Mona again commented on how nice it looked, while all of the women now were openly staring at his erect manhood!!! One of the students called Mona over to her easel and asked her a question that Michael couldn’t quite make out, but much to his chagrin, Mona walked over to him and began touching his belly and chest, while all the time commenting about musculature and depth of field!!! Another woman called out and asked how to keep his penis in proportion to the rest of his body, and Mona replied while taking his penis in her hand, “Well, Donna, as you can see Michael has a very large erection, and unless you over do it, I think that you’ll be just fine, and one other thing,” she continued, “notice the head, it has a distinct separation from his shaft, and should be painted with a slightly pinker shade of skin tone,” while all the time, she was squeezing and fondling his big prick, and acting for all the world like she was describing a bowl of fruit or a some other still life!!!

Abbie was the first to notice it, and commented to Mona. “Look at the end of his penis, I think that he has a drop of precum hanging on the tip!!!” “I believe your right,” she replied, “I wonder if his erection is about ready to ejaculate!?!” “Michael,” Mona asked, “Abbie noticed that your penis has a drop of cum on its tip, are you really ready to ejaculate for us!?!” Michael made a gulp and stammered, “I-I’m sorry for the unprofessional conduct, Miss Herron, but for some reason I just can’t control it!!!” “You didn’t answer my question, young man,” she retorted, “the ladies would like to know if you’re going to cum for them!?!” “Y-y-yes,” he stumbled, “I think so, very soon now!!!” “Ladies,” asked Mona, “would you all like to see Michael’s penis ejaculate for us?!?” The room was filled with low murmurings, the only thing which Michael could make out was a lot of soft “yeses”!!! “Well, Michael,” Mona Herron responded, “everyone here, including me, would love to see you shoot you cum for us, do you have to masturbate or can you achieve orgasm just by standing naked in front of a class room full of women!?!” “I-I don’t know,” he replied haltingly, “I’ve never cum without touching it, but it feels like its really close right now!!!

Mona whispered something to several of the women and then stated, “We all would like you to cum without touching it, if we showed you some pussy would that help?!?” “Oh, sweet jesus, yes,” he moaned, “p-p-please show me some pussy!!!” Mona looked around the room waiting for a volunteer, and much to her surprise, Anna raised her hand and stepped to the middle of the room in front of Michael!!! She was wearing a loose fitting house dress that was covered by her
painting apron, so it was no problem at all for her to lift her apron and dress above her waist, while exposing her bikini clad pussy to his hungry eyes!!! “Would you like me to remove your panties,” Mona asked softly?!? “Please,” Anna replied, “pull them down so that Michael can see my vagina!!!” Mona grabbed the elastic waist band, and with a quick pull, slid the white cottons down around Anna’ knees!!! “Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” Michael moaned when the dark vee of pubic hair came into view, “she has a beautiful pussy!!!” “Do you really think so,” ask Mona nonchalantly,
“from all the way up there I don’t think you can see how wonderfully wet her vagina is, see how wet my finger is after I finger her a little!!!” “S-s-she’s dripping isn’t she,” he gasped, while watching Mona finger the hot little brunette’s private parts!?! “Actually,” Mona replied, “I’d say she was gushing, wouldn’t you Anna!?!” Even though it was really a game between Mona and Michael, coupled with the sight of his huge erection and the fingering she was receiving from Mona, Anna couldn’t help herself, and with a lurch, her vagina collapsed hard around Mona’s finger while an orgasm smashed through her pussy like an express train!!! “Well I guess that answers that question,” Mona chuckled, as the middle aged housewife teetered back and forth on unsteady legs as her cunt muscles wrenched open and shut during her climax!!!

Looking back up at Michael, Mona commented some more, “Look ladies, his pecker is getting harder and his nut sack is tightening up, I think our model about is ready to blow his load, would anyone here like to let him ejaculate in her mouth!?!” The usually quiet Kristie, practically leaped to the front of the room, took her place at Michael’s feet and fairly inhaled his big pecker into her hot mouth!!! “Oh, god,” Michael moaned, “suck me off, I’m so close, let me shoot it in your mouth!!!” For the next minute or so, all that could be heard was the sound of Kristie’s mouth slurping up and down Michael’s big shaft and head, but all at once he sensed something else going on around him!!! As he gazed out at the rest of the class, all of the women were now furiously masturbating their hot pussies, and in a display of absolute brazenness, they thrust their crotches towards him in almost an offertory symbol of submission to his huge erection!!! Through gritted teeth he growled, “I’m fucking cumming, all you cunts cum with me, now!!!” Kristie’s hand was flying up and down his shaft as she masturbated his pecker into her mouth, but upon hearing he was about to shoot, she pulled her mouth away and took the thundering blasts directly onto her pretty face!!! The other women, seeing the cum splash across Kristie’s cheeks and chin, convulsed as their own pussies lost control and climaxed with in a crashing rush!!!

After taking few minutes to compose herself, Mona stood up and offered Kristie a towel and commented, “I’ll bet Michelangelo never had a model like this!!!

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I drove away from my house in a hurry, downshifting for speed. As I got near town and started fighting the traffic, I thought about Janet, the chick I was on my way to see. She worked at the record store downtown, and told me when I was there earlier that if I came by at closing, I would probably get lucky!

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We have been flirting over the last 6 weeks or so, every time I go in there. She is college-age, kind of freaky. She has her hair dyed black and a nose-ring and wears ALL KINDS of eye makeup, but you can tell she is really pretty underneath and God, what a bod!

She has nice hips, a slim waist and a perfect set of gorgeous 36C’s! She’s always wearing these jeans that drag the floor because she has them pushed way down her hips, and tight t-shirts that aren’t quite long enough for her. This shows off her flat tummy and navel in the sexiest way.

Anyway, as I pulled into the parking lot, I could see the closed sign was already up. I walked up to the front door & peered in. She was in the back, but she saw me. She sauntered up to unlock the door & let me in.

“You look good!” I shouted.

“Huh?” She couldn’t hear me over the loud music. That’s ok, I hadn’t gone there for the conversation.

I followed her into the back of the store, where the grimy office was. She had me sit down in an office chair that was pushed up against the wall. She then sat on my lap, facing me, and sort of clutched my legs with hers and started gyrating her hips against my crotch. My cock was already hard at this point and it started to drive me a little nuts. She held her lips about an inch from mine, we were both panting. As soon as I went to pull her top off of her, she grabbed it and pulled it off herself.

I wrapped my arms around her and my lips engulfed her right nipple; sucking, licking, and rolling it with my tounge…not to mention kind of whimpering with desire. I fondled her other breast with my hand, and then moved it down to her jeans. I started to undo them when she suddenly jerked away from me and stood up.

She looked kind of freaked out, and I started thinking maybe this whole thing was over when she fell to her knees and started unbuttoning my jeans. She fished out my cock and my balls, which are always unencumbered by underwear.

She looked very nastily up at me and took my cock in her mouth, just the first inch and a half or so, and started rolling her tounge around it and sucking softly. She continued the soft sucking and carressing of the head until I was about to go nuts. I reached down and pushed her head until she was taking more.

I heard her moan, even over the music, and I knew she was loving this. I kept my hands on the back of her head as she sucked and rolled my cock in her mouth, sending me to heaven and back over and over.

She was taking a good two or three inches of my 7-incher, but not doing much more. Before long, I was pushing her further down my cock to take more. She resisted slightly, but I pushed a little harder. When I did, she moaned again. I looked down and realized she was fingering herself!

Now that turned me on even more, if that’s possible! From my perspective I could see her nasty lips sucking my cock like there’s no tomorrow (doing a pro’s job with her tounge), her hot, creamy, perky 36C’s swaying back and forth with the motion of it, and her hand stuck down her jeans jerking like crazy!

Suddenly she slowed way down and lowered the intensity of her sucking and licking. I said, “Faster!” But I don’t think she heard me. “FASTER!”, I shouted. And she started moving her head faster, but did not increase the intensity of her sucking; it was like little butterfly kisses on my cock - I almost couldn’t feel it.

I was getting pissed, and I finally knew what she wanted. “Suck it, bitch! Suck it hard!”, I said, and pushed her head until she was taking my cock to the hilt. She moaned and started fingering herself faster. I was holding her face to my pubes, with my cock shoved into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing against it as it hit the back of her throat. I released her slightly and let her move almost off my cock and then pulled her back against me again.

She was licking and sucking hard now, as well as fingering herself and moaning like an animal. I held her head steady and began fucking her mouth as hard as I could. When my load hit the back of her throat, the moaning intensified and her whole body shook. She came hard while she swallowed my cum.

When we were both spent, she leaned back on her knees and closed her eyes. Then she looked up at me and grinned and licked her cum off her fingers. When I zipped up and left I said thanks and she told me not to be a stranger.

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