"God, what's that?"
"I don't know exactly what they call them," Janet said, dangling the strange array of leather straps before Cammy's face. Cammy saw something attached to the straps, something that looked very much like Blake's big prick. It was even fleshy in texture and gave a little when she pressed a finger into the tip. But underneath it was hard as a hoe handle.
"It looks and feels just like a real cock!"
Camilla said.
"My aunt came to stay with us one time and when she left, I was supposed to clean up the room she'd used. I found this thing stuffed under the mattress. I guess she was too embarrassed to write and ask if anyone had found it."
"Your aunt had this?"
"Yeah." Janet giggled. "She always was a little weird. I don't think she was too fond of men." Janet bit her lip and, smiled. "But she sure liked women!"
A strange series of images floated through Cammy's head. "You think she put that thing on and pretended she was a man?"
"I'm sure she did." Janet looked at Cammy in a new way. "I wonder how it would look on you."
"Hey wait, I'm not going to put that thing on my body. I'm a girl. I know we fool around a little sometimes, but…"
"Cool down. It's not like we're perverted or anything. I'm just horny for some fucking and this would be pretty close to the real thing." Janet turned her big, sorrowful eyes up to Cammy. "Wouldn't you do your best friend a favor?"
"Sounds weird to me," Cammy said, taking the tangle of straps. "How does this thing fit, anyhow?"
Janet helped look loop the straps around Cammy's waist and jerked them tight. A couple of smaller straps went between her thighs to hold the artificial cock when it was pulled back. When Camilla looked down at the thick, hard thing that stuck up from her crotch, it gave her a little shiver of excitement.
"God, it feels heavy!"
"Oh, you look wonderful. Like you could fuck me all night!"
"I don't know about this, Janet."
"Come on," her friend said, pulling her by the hand, "let's get in bed."
With the curtains pulled and some music playing low, Cammy began to get in the mood. Janet was acting real soft and shy and excited and that made Camilla feel strong and confident. She began to kiss Janet's big tits, then nibble gingerly on her nipples. Janet came unglued.
"Ohhhhh Cammy, fuck me! I want you to put your big cock inside me!"
"But it's not my cock!" Cammy whispered.
"For now you can pretend, can't you?"
Cammy ran her hand down Janet's soft, plump belly and touched the taut curls of her pussy. As she began to rub her finger up and down Janet's cunt-slit, Janet groaned and arched her back.
"Put it in! Put your cock into me!"
Cammy held the heavy false cock in her hand and guided the tip up against Janet's slit. As she moved the thing back and forth against Janet's clit, she watched the pink rubber began to shine with her friend's fuck-juices.
"You're wet!" she breathed, stroking Janet's tits.
"Yeah, I want to fuck so bad! I can taste it!" Cammy watched Janet lift her knees and open them wide. Her pink, glistening pussy was a soft flower ready to be penetrated. Cammy touched the barbed head of the cock against her throbbing cunt-folds and leaned forward gently. The straps of the dude tightened around her waist and dug into the flesh of her thighs. Janet let out a groan and her ass began to move in slow circles. The head of the artificial cock plowed into her cunt-slit a little deeper, but couldn't get past the tightness of her fuck-hole.
"Ohhhhhh, that's glorious!" Janet gasped, moving her ass faster.
"It makes me feel weird," Cammy whispered. "Being a girl and doing this."
"Wow… I love it!"
Cammy ran her fingers along the thick, hard cock-shaft and touched the place where the cock-head was rubbing deeper into Janet's feverish pussy. She felt the muscles being stretched as she leaned forward again. Again the straps tightened around her back and thighs, and the one that ran between the cheeks of her ass gave her a thrill.
"This is far out!" she gasped. "When I try to make it go in you, it makes those straps rub my clit. Ohhhhh, that's nice. Ohhhhhh, it makes me want to keep doing it!"
"Yeah, keep doing it!"
Camilla had to look again, had to see how Janet's cunt was being stretched. As she watched, her plump friend's cunt opened around the cock-tip.
"The cock-head's in!"
"Ohhhhhh!" Janet panted, flopping her head on the pillow. She dug her heels and humped her back down into the mattress. "Ohhhhh, feels so good. So damned good!"
"I'm not hurting you?"
"No!" To prove it, Janet began to thrash her hips from side to side. The dildo was pulled deeper and the steps creaked as Cammy brought it back out again, then thrust hard.
"Yuuuuuhhhhhh!" Janet cried, her legs kicking.
"Ohhhhh God!" Cammy sighed as the strap between her ass-cheeks went taut and the smooth butt of the dildo caressed her clit. She humped again, and her tingling clit was mashed enough to send the aching thrills down her thighs.
Janet's eyes were pinched closed. As the stiff, rubber cock went deeper and was pulled slowly back, her pussy-flesh followed the shape of the cock-shaft. Cammy felt the suction and the tightness of her friend's cunt, and shivered from the excitement of having caused such excitement.
"Fuck me!" Janet begged. Her ass rolled faster against the bed now as Cammy thrust with a faster rhythm. The sounds of the dildo slurping and slishing between her friend's thighs made Cammy pant louder. Her own clit was being stroked every rime she gave Janet a thrust. When she got the cock deep again, she held it there and rolled her slim ass in a frenzy, gasping at the thrills her movements gave her.
"Call me a name!" Janet begged. "Tell me you like to fuck me!"
"You bitch!" Cammy said, trying to sound rough, but giggled instead. The next time she was able to sound more convincing. "I want to fuck your cunt, Janet. I want to fuck you until you can't think straight!"
"Uhhhhh, uhhhnnnnn!" Janet grunted, her hips lurching forward and back as Cammy fucked the cock deeper, drew it back slowly and thrust again. Her clit was on fire. The delirious, frenzied sensations made her hot. She kissed Janet's loose mouth, pushing her tongue between her teeth. Janet sucked her lips and nibbled them with hungry little whimpers.
"Faster!"
"Uhhhh, uhhhh!" Cammy sighed. "My clit is tickling so bad I can't stand it. Ohhhhh, God, I think I'm gonna come!"
"Hold me, Cammy, hold me tight!"
Cammy hugged Janet hard as her slim ass pumped and danced between the brunette's open thighs. The slick mound of their fucking was sloppy now, and the room smelled of hot, damp pussy. Cammy felt the rubber cock bind in Janet's cunt as her friend's muscles began to convulse with excitement. The tightening made it hard for her to pull the cock back out of Janet's pussy.
"Ohhhhh fuck! Ohhhhh fuck, I'm coming!" Janet squirmed and twisted under Cammy's body. Her big tits bobbed and Cammy felt her blood-swollen nipples pressing against her own hard little nubs. The leather straps dug deeper into her ass-cheeks as she fucked Janet's pussy.
"Yeah, that's it!" Janet cried, making the mattress thump with her frantic movements.
Cammy was coming too. The quivering waves, shivering sensations, around her cunt had grown so powerful that she couldn't stop squirming. Her clit was being rubbed and mashed by the end of the dildo, and when she shoved it into Janet's pussy one last time, they cried out together and kissed. The bed rocked with their pumping, rubbing movements. Cammy felt Janet's heart pounding, felt he cunt sucking at the dildo. The exquisite tremors of coming continued to pulse through Camilla's body as she tightened the muscles of her ass and rubbed her small, hard tits against her best friend's big tits.
"That was far out!" Cammy said when she'd gotten her breath.
"Maybe I should put that cock on and do it to you."
"No, I don't think so. I feel strange enough already."
Janet pushed herself up on an elbow. "And you've got the real thing, right? You don't need a rubber cock to get a thrill."
"That's one way of looking at it."
"Don't blame you. I wish I could have some of the real stuff. It's been a longtime since a guy has given me a ride."
Cammy swung her legs off the bed and began to unfasten the straps of the dildo. "You'd better make sure your folks don't find this. They'd never believe it belongs to your aunt."
"I know. And they wouldn't want to believe what I've been doing with it!"
When they'd dressed, Janet came downstairs with Cammy and slipped an arm around her waist at the front door.
"Thanks for helping me out. I was in bad shape."
"I suppose we've committed some awful sin," Cammy replied, "but I don't feel so bad about it."
"Neither do I."
"You know something's been bothering me."
"About what we did?"
"No. It's something about that guy I told you about."
"You didn't tell me much. Except that he has a big prick."
"His name is Blake." Cammy gave Janet a warning look. "Promise you won't breathe a word of this."
"Okay, so what bothers you about Blake?"
"He doesn't really talk like a teacher. He seemed to know his math and all, but there was something funny about him. He just didn't fit what I expected a bookish math teacher to be like."
Janet laughed. "Who cares. He knows how to put it in and pull it out, doesn't he?"
Cammy let her eyes go dreamy. "Does he ever."
"Then don't worry about his credentials."
"Maybe you're right." But Cammy was still bothered.
By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, Cammy was feeling a slew of contradicting emotions. She knew that her math teacher would be waiting for her at his apartment and she wasn't afraid of seeing him, but she was beginning to wonder about her own motives. Was she a curious adolescent, or a nymphomaniac? Maybe she was both. During classes that day she found herself daydreaming about Blake's big cock, and when Ralph had waved at her in the hall, she'd lured him into the library where she found a quiet spot in the stacks. Then she'd let him rub against her and kiss her until his jeans were so tight he could hardly walk.
During math class, Mr. Anderson had tried hard to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was on his mind, but she caught him looking at her at least three times. They weren't the sort of looks a teacher was supposed to be giving one of his students.
Now she was on her way down the street where Mr. Anderson's apartment was. Her heart pounded and her palms were wet. She wondered if he'd be able to smell her when she got there. She knew her panties were damp and her cunt-lips swollen. Why couldn't she think of anything but sex? Despite her condition she wasn't even sure she was going to let Mr. Anderson touch her. After fucking Blake, her teacher was no longer that exciting.
"Ah, Camilla!" Mr. Anderson said, opening the door. He acted surprised, as if he'd forgotten their appointment. It didn't fool Cammy. She came into the apartment, dropped her books on the dining room table, and looked around.
"You don't have anything to drink, do you?"
"Some water or juice perhaps?"
"I'd rather have beer." She couldn't believe she'd said it, but Mr. Anderson didn't come unglued like she'd thought.
"I'm not sure I approve of students drinking. Especially not while they are at my apartment getting help with lessons."
"If it bugs you, that's okay. I'll have water."
"But maybe I could find a beer. Maybe I'll even have one with you." Mr. Anderson laughed as he went to rummage in the refrigerator. Cammy skinned off her sweater and tossed it on the sofa. Then she kicked off her shoes and spread her bare toes deep in the carpet. Mr. Anderson watched her from the kitchen. When he came over with her beer, she thought his hand was shaking.
"Since we're going to be working together, Camilla, why don't you forget all that Mr. Anderson stuff and just call me Bob."
"Okay." Cammy took a big slug of beer. "You know you could have gotten into a lot of trouble for doing what you did to me that day after class."
"Yes, I know. You've been kind not to mention it to anyone."
"Most people would tell me I'm crazy to come here to your apartment alone."
Bob Anderson took a long pull on his beer. "I hope you don't feel threatened. I only want what's good for you, Camilla."
Cammy looked down at the lump in his pants. "That's what you want to give me, isn't, it? Wouldn't you like to pull off my skirt and top and then jerk down my panties and run your hands over my body?"
She drank some more and looked up to see Bob's reaction.
"Normally I'd like to slap the face of anyone who spoke to me like that."
"But you don't want to slap mine?" Cammy turned and pushed herself against him. Her small tits pressed into his chest and her upturned mouth was soft, lips slightly parted. Bob Anderson swallowed hard…
"You'd like to do something else to me, wouldn't you?"
"I… I think I need something to go with this beer." Mr. Anderson turned to a small cabinet and jerked it open. With trembling fingers he poured four fingers of scotch into a glass and tossed it off neat. Camilla undid the first two buttons of her blouse and came to stand beside him. As he chased the scotch with a drink of beer, Bob Anderson peered down at her exposed tits.
"I haven't been able to get you off my mind," he said, the words coming fast and hard. "I dream about you. When I manage to sleep at all. I think of your hands and the smell of your cunt."
Cammy hadn't expected anything like this. At first she thought Mr. Anderson might be making fun of her, but the look in his eyes was crazy. He reached a hand out and gently took her long, blonde braid in his fingers.
"Mr. Anderson… I mean, Bob. Bob, I'm here because my math grades aren't good as good as my parents would like. If I don't make good math grades, I won't get into Yale. I don't know what you have in mind, but if I don't start bringing my grades up…"
"Forget about your damned grades." Bob Anderson waved a hand. "You'll have straight A's from now on. If you'll only… only…"
"If I'll only what?"
Bob buried his face in her hair. "Cammy, I've got to fuck you. I can't live without fucking you."
Cammy twisted out of his embrace and walked to the window. Bob's place was three stories up and the view across a nearby park was pretty. She could feel his eyes on her.
"I could get in a lot of trouble," she said, taking another mouthful of beer. She couldn't let him know how nervous she was.
"I know that. We both could get in trouble. But if you'll…"
"If there was some way you could show me you really cared for me. Then I'd know you wouldn't hurt me. I'd feel safer." She turned and gave him a soft smile. "Do you understand what I mean?"
"If it's money you want, I'll give you what I have. I don't make much as a highschool teacher." He fumbled for his wallet and peeled out a wad of bills. Cammy looked at the money he stuffed into her hand. It was something just over seventy dollars. She laughed, not believing she'd asked for it and hardly believing Mr. Anderson had come across. She realized that he wasn't even so bad looking now that she was a little high on the beer.
"It's not enough?" he asked, his eyes sad. "It's enough." Cammy folded the bills, picked up her sweater from the couch and stuffed them in the pocket. Bob Anderson's face broke into a smile.
"You'll stay then? You'll stay awhile?"
"Why not? I could use another beer, though."
Bob almost broke a leg getting her one. Cammy felt like she'd slipped into the twilight zone. This guy was one of the school's most tight-assed teachers, and here he was practically on his hands and knees. She knew men liked pussy, but she'd never realized that her cunt had this kind of power.
Bob handed the beer and watched her drink. She remembered how it had felt when she'd patted his cock that day after class. She remembered how his cum had spurted out and made a thick puddle on the floor. She wanted to touch him again. To make him crazy for her. She liked this new feeling, a feeling of control. She was going to make her grades without even studying, and she had seventy bucks in her pocket besides. She smiled up at Bob.
"I think I'd like to take a shower. You want to join me?"
"Yes, that sounds nice." He took another slug of scotch and put his glass down. Cammy followed him into the bedroom and began to undress. He stood by the bathroom door watching her drop her blouse on the bed, then her skirt. When she wiggled her hips and slipped her panties down, he came across the room quickly and went to his knees.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're gorgeous." He pressed his nose into her pubic curls, then kissed the plump damp swell of her cunt-mound. "Oh, God, I could become addicted to you!"
"I think you already are." Cammy walked around him and moved toward the bathroom. She got into the shower and adjusted the spray. The hot water was already steaming over her shoulders by the time Bob Anderson pulled the curtain back and joined, her. His cock jutted out from his body, a thick, heavy hunk of cockmeat. Cammy soaped her hands and eased them around his cock-shaft.
"Ohhhhh Jesus!" he gasped.
Cammy moved her fingers up and down slowly. When she got to his cock-tip, she lathered it with white soap froth, her smooth hands caressing and stroking the sensitive lobes underneath. She grinned up at him through the steamy spray.
"You're a nice looking guy without your glasses. I guess being around that school makes you so uptight, huh?"
"I'm uptight because I've tried to keep something like this from happening. But now it's too late. I don't care about anything but having you here with me." He pulled Cammy's chin up and kissed her mouth. Cammy opened her lips and let his tongue slide between her teeth. Then she sucked it. Bob's cock swelled in her hands as if she were sucking on it.
"Here, let's wash the soap off," she said.
"What are you going to do?"
"What would you like me to do?"
"I don't want to embarrass you or anything." Bob Anderson panted faster. His cock-tip was pulsing, growing larger and darker as Cammy watched. Ever since she'd had Blake's cock in her mouth, she hadn't been able to forget the sensation. Now she was staring at Bob Anderson's prick, wondering how it would feel.
"What are you going to do?" he repeated breathlessly.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Bob." Cammy looked up at him with her big, blue eyes. "I want your cock in my mouth so I can lick it and bite it and suck on it until…" She was too breathless with excitement to finish. Bob closed his eyes and leaned back against the tiles.
Cammy went to her knees in the shower and stared at the head of Bob's cock. Then she formed her mouth into a perfect O and eased forward. Her tongue flicked out to bathe his cock-lobes with spit.
"Ahlihhhh," Bob groaned.
"Mmmmmmuuuhh!" Cammy gasped. With the warm water raining down on face and shoulder, Cammy leaned forward, her hands supporting the thick, hot shaft of Bob's prick. She pushed her tongue gingerly won his taut, pulsing cock-tip, bathing it with hot spit. Bob Anderson sucked a quick breath and held ft. Cammy curled her tongue around bin cockhead licking and sucking and petting. Thea she bobbed her head forward, taking half his cock suddenly into her mouth. With her tongue working forward and back along the underside of his cock-shaft, she looked up through the steamy spray.
Bob's mouth hung open and his eyes were glazed with pleasure. He was moving his hips a little now, thrusting gently against her sucking.
Cammy cupped his big balls, one in each hand. When she squeezed them, Bob let out a long moan of pleasure and his ass worked faster. Cammy didn't have to move her head anymore. She just held her mouth open and let him fuck in and out while her tongue teased and sucked and stroked him.
"Goddamn!" Bob panted, holding her head with both hands now. Cammy let him, but as his prick went deeper, she began to worry about choking. Squeezing his balls, she moved her hands back and forced him back, too.
"Not so deep!"
"I can't help it," Bob panted. "Your mouth is so soft and slick and hot."
"Take it easy. I'll suck you if you won't."
"Uuhhhhnnn." Bob had thrust his cock-tip deep again. It plowed between her tonsils and into her throat, and she had to swallow frantically to keep from gagging.
"Take it all, you beautiful little slut!" Bob sighed.
"Ohhhhhmmmmmm!" Cammy moaned through flared nostrils. She wasn't choking anymore, but the thick head of Bob's cock still felt strange as it slid in and out of her throat.
She made herself not think about gagging, and after a few more seconds, the spasms passed. She touched the place where his cock-shaft joined his cock-head and then licked hard between the plump, hot lobes. Bob shoved his prick into her throat again and his whole body shivered with passion.
"Mmmmhhuuuuhhhh!" she gasped, almost choking. But this time, the gagging passed even quicker and she tightened her throat around Bob's throbbing prick-tip.
"Ohhhhh Cammy, I'm about to lose it. I'd better lay down before I fall down!"
On the way to the bedroom, Cammy tried to dry off and so did Bob, but they bit the bed a bit on the damp side. Cammy didn't care. She had an urgent desire to get Bob's prick inside her mouth again. There was something about the shape of his huge, swollen cock that was turning her on. She panted as she knelt between his open legs and began to fondle his cock.
"Suck my cock, Cammy! Suck it good!"
Cammy popped his bulging cock-tip between her lips and spread her hot spit around again. Bob writhed and dug his fingers into the sheets. Then Cammy pulled his cock-head into the back of her mouth and began to chew it very gingerly.
"Goddamn!" Bob Anderson groaned, pumping his hips wildly. Cammy let him thrust deeper, let his prick push into her throat again.
Her body bucked as the gagging fit came on, but it passed quickly and she began to use her tongue against the bottom of his cock-shaft.
Bob pulled his prick slowly back until his heavy, blood-swollen cock-head rested on Cammy's soft tongue. She licked him very gently as the throbbing increased. He sounded funny. Like he couldn't breathe. And his belly was hard as a rock!
"Ohhhh!" he moaned. Cammy trembled with excitement. It turned her on to know she was turning Bob Anderson on. She was turning him into a twitching sex fiend!
Using her tongue like a paintbrush, she washed his cock-head with hot spit, then pulled him a little deeper. Her throat moved as she sucked rhythmically at his hot cock-meat.
"Cammy! I'm gonna come in your mouth. Don't stop sucking me. Please don't stop. If you'll just swallow my cum, I'll find some more money to give you! Cammy… Cammmeee!"
Cammy felt the rippling contractions at the base of his cock. She pressed her finger along his hidden cum-tube, searching for the source of the throbbing. She pressed back into his ballsac and farther until she knew she was close. Something strong was pumping there. She touched the spot, then gently pushed against it.
"Whhhhuuuuuuh!" Bob gasped, his chest heaving. "Ohhhhhh, Christ, I'm coming but I can't come!"
The look of agony mixed with pleasure on his face fascinated Cammy. She found that by varying the pressure against that pulsing spot she could let Bob get a little closer to coming and then shut it off again. She used her tongue too, sucking hard while she was pushing up against his groin, then slowing her licking when she released the pressure.
Bob Anderson's face was red and his eyes were pinched tight. He tried to say something but all that came out was a garbled curse. Cammy began to be afraid that she might be really harming him. And besides, she was excited by the thought of having cum in her mouth for the first time. She wanted to know how it tasted. She took her finger away from Bob's groin and began to suck him with a steady, slurpy rhythm. Bob panted hard.
The first spill of cum filled Cammy's cupped tongue and overflowed. She tasted the salty, sharpness as she gulped it down. Bob thrust his hips as spurt after spurt of his hot, slick cum jetted into her throat.
"Yuuuuummmm," Cammy moaned through her nostrils. She was gulping fast, trying to keep up with the steady surges of jism. Bob groaned her name, then cursed from the pleasure that was jolting his body. Cammy could almost feel the waves of ecstasy ride through his prick. He writhed as the seizures made him breathless. Cammy knew that her tongue and mouth were doing those wonderful things to her teacher's prick. She was the one. She had him where she wanted him?
When Cammy pulled away from Mr. Anderson's cock at last, a stream of white cum leaked out of the corner of her mouth and her lips were glossy with the fresh, hot cream. She wiped the back of her hand across her chin and smiled at him.
"Like that?"
Bob laughed weakly. "Like isn't the word, Cammy. Where did you learn to do that?"
"I'm self taught. Remember you said if I swallowed your cum you'd…"
Bob raised a hand. "Yes, yes. I remember. I'll write you out a check for twenty more dollars. You've cleaned me put of my cash."
Cammy flopped back on the bed and began to rub her tits. "Sucking your cock got me all excited. God, my cunt is tingling like crazy."
"Your beautiful cunt!" Bob Anderson said, rolling onto his elbows and crawling up between Cammy's spread legs. He kissed her thighs and nuzzled the soft, white flesh behind her knees. Cammy sighed and closed her eyes. When her teacher's hot tongue got close to her pubes, she pushed her cunt up toward him.
"So you want the same treatment?"
"Uh huh!" Camilla sighed, bending her long legs and letting her knees drop apart. Her pussy bloomed pink and plush and juicy before Bob Anderson's eyes. He licked his lips and his nostrils flared with excitement.
"So beautiful!" he murmured. Then his head rowed and Cammy felt his open mouth press into her lush cunt-folds. She felt her clit mauled by his tongue, felt his teeth nip at one plump, outer cunt-lip.
"Whhhhuuh!" she panted. "Uhh, uhhhh, am…"
Cammy's thin toes fanned out as she weakly kicked her feet in the air. Bob Anderson wallowed his mouth back and forth between the lips of her pussy. His tongue searched out her fuckhole and dove deep. His chin pressed against her and his nose brushed her clit. She worked her slim hips sideways, smearing her hot cunt-juices across his face.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you," Bob said, kissing her pink pussy.
"But you just came. You're all soft!" Cammy couldn't believe any man could get a second hard-on that quick. Janet had told h… Then she looked. Bob Anderson's big cock was growing stiff again. It was still shiny with her spit and his cum, but was growing thicker by the second.
"You're all mine," Bob said. "I've bought and paid for you, you hot little high school slut!"
Cammy's cunt throbbed as if it needed that heavy, hot cock that hung from Bob's body. Cammy reached out her hands and cradled his feverish cock.
"Yes!" she breathed. "Put your cock in me! Put it all the way into my pussy!"