Betty's lips twirled crazily around his tight, quivering anus. The pleasure of having her licking him there got him so excited he reached for his palpitating hot shaft and began pulling on it. His impatient throbbing cock felt as though it was going to explode any second. But first he shoved his loins into her face. Ken grabbed his throbbing thickness and jerked on it, begging her to eat out his ass all the while.
Betty had never been asked to do anything quite so degrading before. Tears trickled from her cheeks as he forced her to accommodate his bizarre, lustful desires.
"Go ahead," he begged her, "lick my asshole."
She clasped his buttocks and let her tongue slip all around his bare bottom. He got so excited now that he was shaking. Ken felt her rapidly plunging tongue stabs developing into a rhythm and this got him more excited than ever.
"Suck my ass," he panted as he wildly pumped his thick cock.
His hips gyrated as he felt the excitement tingling through his body. He had come alive now. Ken massaged his own balls and pulled on his shaft as Betty sucked out his ass. Closing her eyes, Betty developed a rhythm with her tongue stabs. She wasn't going to stop now. She kept her tongue penetrating up his rectum until he was so excited he was shaking.
"Suck my ass," he begged anxiously. "Suck it."
He shoved his loins up against her face and she could feel his cock throb.
"Now," he told her, "open your mouth and let me pump my prick inside."
The moment that her mouth opened he shoved his cock so hard down her throat that she was almost choking for breath. Betty could suddenly feel her own climax building, raging for freedom in her loins and she began fucking her finger up his asshole as she pursed her warm, wet lips around his rapidly plunging penis, clasping and unclasping against it in a rhythm that seemed to match the eager pulsations.
Betty could hear Ken groaning long and deep as his hands pressed obscenely against her cheeks that were expanding and hollowing as he pumped his thick prick into her oral cavity. His hips gyrated below on the mattress as his loins seemed to lurch up against her face. She could feel tufts of his pubic hair salaciously tickling her chin with each upward thrust he made, urging her on to suck him harder.
"Suck, you cock eater, suck meeeeee!" the young boy's voice demanded.
All at once Ken began to feel the white hot stream sizzling deep in his balls, then racing steam-like the entire length of his wildly thrusting penis. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though being tortured by fire. His madly jerking cock seemed to burst open from the top at once, his whole body wrenching in an agony of sublime pleasure.
His massively pulsating pole of flesh exploded in gush after gush of sperm into the girl's lewdly sucking mouth, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like shot of cum until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning hungrily at his thrusting groin.
"Don't stop sucking," he begged. "Eat it all."
His hands tangled tighter into her hair as he kept on ramming his prick in her face. Betty began to feel her twitching cunt convulse. Plunging her fingers harder and faster into her wetly palpitating vaginal opening, sluising her thumb up and down over the lust-swollen bud of her clitoris, Betty got excited. A low grunt rumbled from her throat as she sucked around the jerking length of Ken's still-thrusting cock, her spasming fingers working to bring her to complete orgasm. Sighing in a rapture, Betty fell on his loins, his cock ramming all the way down her throat as he continued to shoot his load of white, hot sperm in subsiding bursts.
At last Ken's penis softened and deflated in her hot mouth. Ken slipped onto his side and let out a deep moan of satisfaction. His hands went to his face and he rubbed his eyes.
"Wow!" Ken exclaimed. "Never did get such a good cock suck."
Betty lay still with the limp, useless male organ between her lips. She sucked the last oozings of cum from its head. In her mind she was miles away from what was happening in Ken's bedroom. She remembered the first time she had sex when she was hitchhiking. A trucker had given her a lift and then asked her to go down on him in exchange. She thought it was an awful thing to suggest until she tried sucking off his cock. But it didn't take her long to discover that she was good at it. But what she enjoyed most of all was that erotic moment when he shot his wad in her mouth.
Looking at Ken now she remembered the wild time that she had enjoyed with the trucker.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her.
Betty giggled. She knew that she couldn't tell him.
"I really want to stick my prick in your cunt," he said earnestly.
Shaking her head Betty told him they ought to quit.
"Let's stop while we're ahead," she suggested.
Ken wanted to thrust his long, pulsating hardness between her softly moist cunt lips. Glancing at her pussy he decided to fuck her. She looked up at his face which was contorting into an evil expression of animal lust. How on earth could she ever go through more of this? Yet as he hovered over her it didn't feel so awful.
"Open your legs," he commanded.
Shaking her head she told him no.
"I said I wanted to fuck your cunt," he ordered angrily.
When she pulled away he pinned her down with his hands. Frantically she tried to wiggle away, but her quivering thighs finally stopped struggling as she parted her legs for him. Then Ken guided his cock into her. Betty's fleshy cuntal lips gripped at his driving prick. The tightly clasped passage of her vagina pulled on his cock as he rammed in with all of his manly might.
"Fuck it," he told her as he pumped up and down.
Betty was so excited now she could hardly stand it.
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted as she threw her legs around his and humped him.
Ken wanted her to finger his asshole and he didn't hesitate to tell her so. With her free hand she accommodated his request. Betty parted his buttocks and let her finger slip to his ass crack. Ken really got aroused as she fingered his ass good.
"Ohhh, that's good. Feel of the balls, too, while you're there," he told her.
His powerful, rigid penis continued riding inside of her. Betty's cunt clasped his cock and she wiggled from side to side. Ken shoved his prick to a right angle. She twisted her hips to the left. It excited him so much he was gasping with lustful pleasure.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her passionately, "you're beautiful. Keep fucking just like that."
She kept churning her hips around as he got ever more excited. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer. Her plunging finger gliding up his asshole massaging his prostate gland combining with her beautiful bosoms jiggling against his chest as he rammed his prick deeper in her cunt got him so aroused he exploded.
"I'm cuming, Betty," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Fuck off!"
Her cunt muscles seized his prick and squeezed as he finished shooting his sperm in her pussy.
When Ken removed his prick from her cunt some of his cum dripped on her curly round pubic hair. She brushed it off and looked up at him.
"I really enjoyed you, Ken," she confessed.
Ken didn't want to have her getting any ideas about going steady. He didn't hesitate to tell her that he enjoyed it but they'd better not do it anymore. A look of disappointment formed on her face as she shook her head in disbelief and disgust.
"You mean, after giving you everything," she said sadly, "you don't want it again?"
Ken looked for his shorts. Finding them he slipped into them and he tossed her the panties that had appealed to him so much when he stripped her earlier.
"I don't know," he explained, "but I guess I'm just a one-night-stand man. You know what that, is?"
Even though Betty figured she knew pretty well what Ken was telling her, she asked him to explain some more.
"All right," he said agreeably. "That's a man who enjoys doing it with a woman once. But after that he just doesn't want it again."
Shaking her head sadly, Betty recognized his feelings.
"If that's the way you are, Ken," she said, "then I don't know as you're ever gonna be happy. Even when you're older, I mean."
Ken didn't care to talk about it anymore, so he simply went downstairs with her once they were dressed and they watched a television show until it was over.
That evening when his mom and dad came home and saw them talking in the den, they both were pleased. When Ken had walked Betty back home his mother congratulated him.
"Now that's the kind of girl I wish you'd go around with," she told him flatly.
Ken didn't say anything. But when his father congratulated him on going with a nice girl, he broke down and told them both what he thought about Betty.
"She's a slut," he said quietly as he went up to his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Once he was in his room he realized he had spoken too abruptly about the neighbor girl. After all, Betty had simply done what he'd asked her to. And he felt guilty for calling her names because of it.
Yet there was something about having sex with her that made him feel dirty. He couldn't put his finger on why but he had a feeling she had been around plenty and was just pretending to be innocent.
There was a teacher at school that Ken found fascinating. It appeared doubtful, however, that he could ever get her to take an interest in him.
After class one day he stopped to talk to her.
"I wish I could speak to you," he told her. "I… I don't know how to put this, but I have a problem I'd like to discuss with you."
The trim, twenty-five-year-old teacher told Ken she'd be glad to listen to his problems. But little did Linda Livingstone realize what Ken wanted to discuss.
As Ken sat on the edge of her desk and looked into her blue eyes, he finally found words coming very difficult. He couldn't help but be impressed with her beauty and her body.
"What is your problem?" Linda Livingstone finally insisted on knowing.
Ken went over and closed the door to the classroom.
"It's very personal," he told her.
"Is it that personal?" Miss Livingstone asked as she looked at him intently.
Ken glanced at her and blushed. Miss Livingstone felt sorry for him.
"What is it, Ken?" she demanded.
"If you must know," Ken told her frankly, "you turn me on."
Miss Livingstone was so taken back by what the young student had told her that she didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry," she finally volunteered huskily, "but that is hardly something I can help you with."
Ken, however, felt she could.
"You see," he told her, "after class I have to go home and jack off while I think of you. And I don't think it's wholesome to jack off."
Miss Livingstone surprised him with her response.
"Not true," she told him. "There's nothing wrong with a young boy servicing himself in that manner, if he has to. Time was, Ken, when it used to be looked upon as something that would produce warts, cause blindness or other maladies of the mind. But science has discovered that masturbation is healthy."
Looking at Miss Livingstone he suddenly wondered if she was masturbating.
"Miss Livingstone," he asked quietly, "do you masturbate?"
Linda Livingstone's face flushed as she looked at her questioning student.
"Let's just say I don't look upon it as wrong," she replied, pursing her lips in a pleased smile and hoping that would satisfy him.
But it didn't.
"If I could jack off in front of you," Ken told her, "while you let me look at your tits, that would really turn me on."
Miss Livingstone's jaw hung slack.
"Young man," she told him, "I think you had better be going now. This type of problem should be taken up with a male counselor. Certainly not with me!"
"I'm not gay," the young boy volunteered, "so I thought it only fair that we should discuss it together. After all, you are woman, I am man."
"I know all about that," Miss Livingstone said as she narrowed her eyes and got to her feet.
But before she could say another word, Ken was flashing his penis in front of her eyes.
"Ken, really," she exclaimed nervously, "put that thing back in your pants."
"It's not a snake," Ken chuckled. "It's just my cock."
Miss Livingstone had visions of a school scandal. She had heard about a teacher who placed her hand on a young pupil's shoulder. And she remembered all of the notoriety that the teacher had garnered. It just so happened it was a girl's shoulder to boot. And the teacher had been touted as a lesbian until it was discovered that the girl was simply a trouble maker. Now she was confronted with a horrifying situation of Ken flashing his throbbing cock, which was dripping cum from its tip, in front of her eyes.
"This is inappropriate behavior," she told him.
"I've got a hard-on," he insisted grimly.
"I know," she agreed, "but I can't help you. Would you please get out of here."
Afraid to open the door now for fear that someone might be walking by, Linda Livingstone felt trapped. She knew the young boy had her right where he wanted her. The mistake was in permitting him to have closed and locked the door in the first place. At this point she stood there frozen as he slowly pulled out his balls and began massaging them vigorously.
"Ken, please, have a heart," she told him.
"I've got a heart," he smiled, "but I've also got a hard-on. So if you will have a heart and help me with my hard-on, we'll both be happy."
For a second it seemed so logical that Miss Livingstone felt like reaching over and pulling on the pulsating flesh of his hot shaft. But better judgment prevailed and she moved away from him to the door.
Ken walked toward her, his huge cock jutting from his loins as if it would unload and shoot at her in an instant.
"What are you going to do?" Ken smirked. "Open the door and let everyone see us together?"
It was a very good question that Ken had asked her and she frankly didn't have the answer. It bothered her that he was becoming so nervy – "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," she told him.
"I'm not," he said proudly.
Ken began pulling the fleshy shaft in regular rhythmic strokes.
"Pump on my prick," he pleaded to the teacher.
Throwing her hands up in horror at the nerve of his suggestion, she shook her head and adamantly told him, "Not on your life!"
Ken realized that she had forced the issue.
"All right, if you won't help me," he said reluctantly, "I guess I'll have to jack it off myself. But you'd help me get my gun off quicker if you'd pull it."
Shaking her head and closing her eyes, she listened as she heard the rhythmic beat of his hot hand on his throbbing pole of flesh. Ken was jacking off and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"Please, please, Ken," she whispered urgently, "what if the principal should burst in and find us like this?"
"You wouldn't have to worry about teaching here next year," he laughed.
Linda Livingstone knew that he was telling the truth. Opening her eyes just a crack she could see the mask of lust surface on his face as the erotic thrills shot through his body while he jacked off vigorously.
"Wow, that feels good!" he exclaimed as he pumped with fervor and feeling. "Ohhh, baby, I wish you could milk it with your mouth. You would love it. I'd give you a hot mouthful."
The thought of going down on Ken did entice and intrigue Linda Livingstone. No student had ever been so bold before. Perhaps no young male student had ever been so horny for her body.
Linda vividly recalled a lover in college that she had been fascinated with. However, when she refused to give him sex he left her high and dry. She had graduated with flying colors and honors. But there was a part of her that was not satisfied – and that was the part that was responding now.
He continued jacking off and complimented himself.
"Don't you think I've got a big cock?" he smiled excitedly. "Just look at it. It's big and hard and long."
She couldn't help admiring his rhythm. He was pulling at an even, regular tempo and massaging his twitching balls as he came closer, ever closer to orgasm.
"Ohhh, Teach," the young stud exclaimed, "I'm cumming. Watch it."
At that instant his cock exploded. Hot spurts of sperm landed on the floor as he kept jacking off.
Hastily Linda Livingstone ran to the teacher's closet in the corner. Opening it up quickly she reached in to pull out a box of tissue. Pulling out some tissues she hurried over to the floor where his sperm had landed in hot, white spots. Hastily she wiped it up.
"Now get out of here," she pleaded. "You can't do this to me. You are destroying everything I've tried to build up. Get out of here, Ken, get out!"