School began with the usual half day of hearing your name called and having all the new boys in class look up your skirt. I didn't mind that though. Me and Debbie had begun compiling notes for our book and had decided to devote an entire Chapter to voyeurism-with cocky Mr. George, whom we'd caught fucking half a dozen times since the night with Lois, in the starring role, and his partners, of course, and Mummy and Daddy, even Popsy, as bit players. Besides… I had by now begun to dig looking and being looked at. And there was one boy in particular-Vie something… an impossible Italian name-who really turned me on. He sat in front of me to the right, and spent most of the morning looking at my pussy.
By lunchtime, the end of the first day, I was sure the stiff thing in Vie's pants wasn't the pen he'd been dropping. The recess bell rang. The kids scrambled. I collected my books and started for the hall door.
"Kathie. Hey, Kathie."
I stopped. The last of the kids dashed past me. I watched Vie dodge around desks, peewee peg leading the way like a bird dog. He wasn't much taller than me, but was broader of shoulder than most of the boys in class, and dark, like Daddy, with exquisite, steady brown eyes, and hands the size of ping-pong paddles. It wasn't difficult to imagine those dark fingers groping under my miniskirt.
"I… ah… I was thinking maybe you'd let me walk you home? We could… ah… we could stop maybe for a Coke, if you want. Okay?" I waited for Mr. Levine to close his thick briefcase. He moved to where we stood. "Have a nice day," he said eyeing my tits. "Incidentally, Kathie, tomorrow I'm moving you up front. I like to seat my brightest pupils where they'll be sure to get everything."
Boy! I thought. Debbie sure wasn't fooling around about him! Me and Vic watched him pass out the door and stop to talk with the stacked math teacher across the hall. I had never before considered the school as a place to gather material. Now I made a mental note to discuss it with Debbie. Perhaps we'd devote a Chapter to "sex in the classroom," with Mr. Levine whacking off behind hi's desk, I supposed, oogling snatches.
"Well? How about that Coke?" asked Vic.
"Fuck the Coke!" I told him.
Vic blinked. He seemed to be thinking, Chris sakes! She's all hot and ready to screw me. He looked about the empty classroom as if making doubly certain we were alone, cleared his throat, and said, "Then… ah… how about we go hang up our coats?"
I followed his hungry gaze to the cloakroom along the back wall. He'd have to fuck me standing up in there, I thought. My pussy twitched. It was a sensational idea. But there were other things on my mind at the moment. Mummy had gone to visit Grandma and Grandpa, I knew, wouldn't be home all day, and I was planning to take advantage of having Daddy alone…
I told Vic we'd do it another time and ran, heart thumping, down the hall and out the high front doors, into bright sunlight. I breathed deep of the fresh late summer air. I waved to horny Mr. Levine. I started for home, thinking it was sure great being a girl-with titties, a soft plump ass, and a hairy little love hole everyone but everyone! wanted to burrow in.
Everyone except Daddy, I reminded myself. He'd be waiting, I knew. Since the company he worked for had made him the district manager, he could come and go as he pleased, and spent more time at home than on the job. I was determined to make him want some of my pussy… just as I had made him stick his lovely dick in my mouth that first day at the lake.
Daddy was sitting on the sofa, pretending to read the sports page, when I pranced in. I eyed the cute tuft of hair at the neck of his sleeveless undershirt, the limp hose in his pants leg. Poor Daddy! I thought. He was trying desperately to forget what we'd done, trying to be true to Mummy. But the insatiable meat in his pants wouldn't let him forget. Already it was growing. The mere sight of me made it jump in anticipation.
I moved to the sofa, set my books down on the end table, and flopped with a sigh. "Isn't the air conditioner working?"
Daddy glanced from me to the front window. The cooling unit hummed smoothly. His gaze returned to me. He watched me pluck restlessly at the neck of my jersey top. The newspaper rattled. He said nothing.
"For cripessakes!" I wailed, furious, wanting to grab his stiffening cock and force it up my pussy just as he had forcefully taken Mummy's mouth. "You're not being fair! It isn't as if we never did it. Just look at you now." I pointed to his fly. Remembering what Debbie had said about him liking it on the sofa, her on top, I brought one knee up, giving him a good look at what he was missing. "Your dick is all hard," I continued, noting his furtive glance at my gaped-open thighs. "Admit it, Daddy. You can't forget. You want me. Now take it out and let me kiss it like I did in the car that first day at the lake."
"You're making me crazy again," roared Daddy, handsome face flushed. "Sex! Sex! Sex!
Is that all you think about? You're only fourteen, for Christ sakes. It never should have happened. They put guys in jail for screwing their own fucking daughters-in case you didn't know."
"I won't tell," I breathed, closing my hands around his huge bicep. He was so muscular. Both my hands together wouldn't fit around one upper arm. I glanced down at his crotch. His dick was super-stiff now, standing like a telephone pole inside the pants. My cunt ached. My asshole tightened. My mouth filled with hot spit.
"Knock it off, Katty. Jesus. I can't take you hanging all over me. My joint gets hard just thinking about you."
"My pussy, too. It's all hard and wet and open. Feel" I guided his hand to my open thighs.
"My God."
"Isn't it hard, Daddy?"
"No!"
"What then?"
"Soft. So fucking soft."
"Hard and soft should be together." I unzipped his fly, groped greedily inside. My small fingers closed right around. his cock. I gasped. A lump formed in my throat. It seemed to have grown even larger since last I'd held the shaft in my hand.
"Take it out, Katty. Kiss it." Daddy's fingers slipped beneath my panties. He closed his eyes, sighed, slouched down on the sofa.
Again I gasped, sitting abruptly forward as his stink-finger twisted up into me. I unbuckled his belt, undid the button. His pants fell open. I extracted his magnificent cock from the fly of the shorts, and bent to place my moist lips to the swollen glans. It jumped in my hand. Throbbed. I knew he wanted me to suck it. And although my pussy still ached to be stoked, now that I had his hard meat so close to my face, my lips fluttered open, mouth watering, and, on its own volition, it seemed, the enormous pink head glided perfectly in on my tongue.
"Jesus, that's good."
I sucked for a moment, loving the taste of him, then took my lips away. "Let's undress. It's more fun that way."
Daddy's finger slid from my cunt. He pulled me close, held me tight, my titties boring into his broad chest. His lips covered mine. I felt his hands at the waistband of my panties. The nylon cackled electricity as he slipped the undergarment off my hips, my thighs. Had I been wrong about him wanting a blowjob, I wondered. Was he finally, actually, after all this time, going to fuck me?
I wanted to shout yes! Fuck away! I was goosebumpy all over.
Suddenly Daddy released me. "Get your ass out of that thing," he ordered, indicating my tight jersey top. He stood to remove his clothes while I shed the last of mine.
Naked, thighs wide, working my clit with thumb and forefinger, I watched Daddy step out of the shorts. Mummy sure was lucky, I thought, envisioning Popsy's stubby uncircumcised cock and tiny cubes. Daddy's hefty equipment was altogether more appealing. The streamlined tip made socking him off ten times more exciting. And those nuts! When I held them in the palm of my hand, felt the wrinkled but soft texture, the wiry hair, the weight, there was no one in the world I loved more than Daddy.
Stripped, dick straight out, Daddy came at me. He paused. He glanced from me to the front door. He strode across the living room, locked the door and drew the drapes over the big picture window, "Just in case," he said in answer to my quizzical stare. "All I need is someone walking in to catch you with ten hard inches of joint in your face."
I blinked. Ten inches? Lord! I hadn't realized.
Daddy returned to the sofa. "You want dick?"
"Yes!"
"How much?"
"All of it. Please!"
"You're some kid." Daddy sat and took me into his strong arms. He squeezed me. "That first day at the lake," he continued, fondling my breasts, pinching the nipples to peaks, "when I came back to the car and saw you, sweet tits sitting up like cherry-topped igloos, I was scared. You know how it is. You're brought up to believe the home's sacred-go fuck a skunk or a cockroach, but don't try plowin' your daughter or sister or Aunt Tessie."
"You don't have an Aunt Tessie," I teased, taking hold of his cock, and working my hand slowly up and down the shaft. A tiny bead of clear gel appeared at the mouth. I worked it over the head.
"Who the fuck needs an Aunt Tessie when I've got you? You've got the goddamndest hot little body. The goddamndest way of moving. I close my eyes and keep thinking it's you when I'm deep in your mother. I called her Kathie last night. She said, 'Huh?' I just kept plowing and thinking of you. She didn't catch on. She's good. But she's starting to stretch down there. Your pussy's tighter. Has to be." Lowering his face, he examined the space between my upper thighs. "See this?" He placed two long fingers on my crotch, on the island of flesh separating my cunt from my asshole. "Christ! I can't even flatten my fingers! Tight! The space never lies."
"Then fuck me, Daddy," I pleaded, vulva throbbing, spewing my juices on the slipcovers. "Stick your dick up there. Make me yell because it's so tight and you're so big. Do me like Debbie."
"I can't." Daddy sat back. He stared mournfully at me.
"Why not?"
"Cause my cock makes babies, too."
"You could wear something… a rubber?"
"I hate those fuckin' things. It's like jointing a hot water bottle. Besides… I don't want to be the one to take your cherry."
"That's stupid!" I yelped. "You took everything else!"
Daddy grinned. His stink-finger bored roughly into my love hole. It stopped at the humiliating, elastic like, vulgar barrier. "Get your mouth on my joint and stop fucking around," he demanded.
I sighed. I was beginning to suspect Daddy had a freaky thing for shoving his cock in beautiful faces. I didn't for a moment believe what he'd said about making babies and taking my cherry and like that. At the moment, though, I was so hot, so happy to get my hands on that incredible shaft, that if he had rammed it in my nose, fucking my sinuses, I wouldn't have uttered a peep.
"Ten inches," I breathed, awed anew.
"Waiting to be sucked."
I nibbled the tip. Wrapping both hands around the thick hairy base, I studied the long shaft. It was indeed veiny. The thin vessels pulsed blue beneath the loose outer skin, thicker, purple at the roots. The main artery along the bowed underside, from crotch to circumcision, was a fat garter snake. I flattened my tongue at its tail and licked up.
"Christ Jesus!"
I glanced up. I loved being able to create the pleasure-pain look both Daddy and Popsy got when I licked. I tongued the garter snake again. Daddy's hips bucked. The swollen glans probed my lips. Insistent. Pushing against my teeth. I opened my mouth slowly, pointed tongue flicking across the tiny aperture. It tasted of girl cum. Momentarily I wondered if he'd screwed Mummy after I left for school that morning. It was a good taste… blonde pussy and manmeat. I opened wider. The hot torpedo Inched m.
"Suck, Katty girl" Daddy drove his finger in and out of my cunt. Faster and faster as the head of his dick went into my face. He slouched lower. "Lay down and do it," he choked. "Lemme see your sweet ass. Up here. On the cushions."
Holding his dick firmly in my mouth, I scrambled up and lay full length on the sofa. I couldn't breathe. His cock seemed to fill my lungs, my breast. I formed a wide O with my lips and drew and drew… taking the last thick inch. I recalled the night I'd watched him force the fat monster into Mummy's beautiful face, how Mummy had gagged and tried to lift him off. I didn't know how she could help but love every fiery ounce. The glans, the summit of Daddy's tall spire, was buried deep in my throat, and still I wanted more. I palmed his balls. My finger crept through the puff of hair at his anus.
"Ahhh…!"
I worked my throat muscles on the head. "Lord! Lord! Do your thing, Kitty-Kat. Milk it dry."
I felt his hand on my ass, kneading first one tender half moon of flesh, then the other. His fingers slid down the crack. I opened my legs. My hips shot up to meet his boring stink-finger. I was remembering the bloated feeling of a shaft in my rectum. Noisily I sucked-dribbling spittle down the sides of his dick as I moved my mouth up, to the throbbing glans, then down. Up. Down. Up. Moving faster. Wanting him to shoot off. Hungry for cum. His thick finger twisted deep into my asshole. I closed my eyes. It was Vic's miniature peg in my ass… not Daddy's finger. Vie was there, inside my head, bending me over in the cloakroom at school… pounding his little wop priek up my burning backside. Did Italian cum have a special taste, I wondered. I sucked, imagining Vic's Gentle Ben stoking my rectum, while noisily sucking Daddy's Jolly Green Giant.
Daddy's hands came away from my ass and pressed down on my head. "Hold tight, honey. Keep it all the way in. I… um! Here it comes."
I squeezed his nuts. I felt the blast working up the shaft to the mouth of the pulsing thing in my throat. The head jumped. The first delicious hot spurt tore down my gullet. I moaned, sucking with all my might. Sucking from deep in my belly. Drawing spurt after spurt. Gulping as the volcano erupted again and again and again and again.
When it was over, when Daddy had withdrawn his lovely cock from my face, we lay side by side on the sofa, drinking deep lungfuls of air, kissing and touching. His pole lay limp on one muscular thigh. Lovingly I traced the softened monster. Even now, with the stiffness and thickness gone, it was magnificently long. I wanted it still.
"Is Mummy as good as me?" I asked, raising one knee, placing my thigh over his, pussy close to his momentarily placid member. "I mean… can she do you like me? As good in the mouth?"
"Nobody sucks like you, Ratty."
"Feel my pussy some more."
Daddy's fingers crept slowly between my thighs. I rolled. Now I was on top-the way he liked it, the way he'd flicked Debbie. I felt his huge cock jerk, rejuvenating itself. It hung down, the tip lying sadly on the slipcovers, bare inches from the pink outer lips of my cunt. His fingers dug in, found, and began playing with my clit..
"Is it still soft, Daddy?"
"Softer."
"How soft?"
"Cotton. Motherfucking fleece."
"Put the head in," I cooed. "Just a little bit. While it's limp."
As if hypnotized, as if my voice had lulled him to sleep, Daddy lifted the glans and rubbed it against my wet vulva. My head started to spin. My tits grew taut. I could feel the tiny aperture mouthing my hard little soldier. His dick started to rise, to grow fat and rigid once more. I moved imperceptibly. Another fraction went in. I looked down. Most of the head was buried. My pubic hair surrounded it. And I could feel it beginning to pulse inside my sheath.
"Kiss me, Daddy." He obliged. It began slowly-a soft, tender joining of lips-but quickly became a passionate mashing of mouths, searching tongues. I felt his hands on my ass once more. Gripping. Spreading my cheeks as he pulled me onto the shaft. The head of his cock ground its way to the feathery inner lips, paused to grow. I gasped. He was fucking me. His dick was expanding to magnificent proportions inside me, and he was willingly, anxiously, pulling me onto the spire.
Breathless, I tore my lips away and buried my face in his damp, dark curly hair. "Do it, Daddy," I whispered. "All the way. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes!" I brought my knees up close to his ribs. My hips moved. Now I could feel the hot bloated tip probing the inner sheath… close to the elastic like barrier… climbing… climbing. "Fuck me," I whimpered, pressing down, feeling It slide snugly up my vagina. "Fuck me! Fuck me! F -f-fuck meee."
"Katty baby." Again Daddy kissed me. His fingers dug cruelly into the tender halves of my ass. He, too, began to move, boring closer and closer to my maidenhead. Stretching the tightness. Busting me open in the most delicious way.
I moaned and panted my lust against his wet open mouth. His tongue covered mine, slid around, under. His hard dick shot flame through my belly. So close. So maddeningly close! I moved slowly. Down. Down. Making it fill and tear and love my tight little hole. Then abruptly his stiff cock was gone from the mouth of my pussy, and I felt the fat head, now full blown, boring hard up my ass.
"Nooo!" I wailed, tearing my lips away, pounding his chest, trying to wiggle free. I struggled. I twisted. All to no avail. For the entire head had entered my rectum with the first mighty tprust. Another planted half the long shaft. The next set the roots flush.
"Fucking Daddy!" I yelled.
He laughed.
"You… you… ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I was furious. Even mortified. But my hungry hips were going all by themselves, grinding around and around, up and down, and my shitter, all soft and gooey inside, was nipping the swollen torpedo while my vacated pussy hung there wet and forlorn.
Oh! That fucking Daddy and his assholes and faces! I thought. He had come that close to disintegrating my cherry. Yet again the next day I would face the world with the utterly unfeminine thing-stretched like a dumb trampoline between the outer and inner emptiness-intact.
I wanted to cry. To rip the hair from his heaving chest. To gouge his eyes. Instead, I tongue kissed him again and worked my plump little ass around and around and up and down and sideways and forward and back… with all my might.
Next day in class, no sooner had I walked through the door, Mr. Hotsy Levine placed me up front. I sat in line with his desk. All morning he oogled my micro-mini, reddening at intervals, hands out of sight. Poor Vie! I thought, looking back at him now and then. He sat four rows away. Grim-faced. Staring bleakly at me because not one of the girls seated around him was worth the effort of dropping and retrieving the pen.
When the midday bell finally rang, setting the kids in motion-a rat race for the door-Vic leaped from his seat and caught my arm before I could leave the aisle. "I was thinking… ah… maybe we could have lunch together?"
"I'm not very hungry," I told him, standing close, and watching Mr. Levine out of the corner of one eye. I was by now determined to find out what the horny cocksucker had been doing under the desk all morning. I figured there'd be quite a puddle of cum on the floor, if he'd been doing what I suspected.
Vic's hand slid up my arm. His thumb brushed my breast. "Then how about… ah… after school? We could… ah… we could take a walk and maybe stop for… um… for a Coke or something?"
"Or something." I eyed the cloakroom.
"Gee, Kathie… you mean it?"
Again I glanced at Mr. Levine. He was bent over papers on the desk. I touched Vic's fly; a fleeting gesture of acceptance, a promise.
After Vic had gone, leaving me and Mr. Levine alone in the classroom, I approached the desk. He was indeed groovy; Daddy's height, but with brown-blond hair and sideburns, trimmer of build, and with long manicured fingers I could almost feel digging into my cunt. He glanced up at me with a guilty look in his gray-blue eyes.
"Something, Kathie?"
I moved closer to the desk. "I was wondering if maybe you could help me with a grammatical problem. It's sort of tricky."
He straightened in the chair. Now I could see his lap. The front of his pants were wrinkled and a semi-hard-on bulged along the left leg. "Most certainly, dear," he said. "I'm always happy to see my girls, my pupils, that is, take an interest in the structural intricacies of language."
I'll bet! I thought, moving closer still. I'd been right, I knew. He'd been whacking off all morning-eyeing the cunts across the front of the room and shooting off gobs of semen under the desk. My pussy twitched. I was becoming more and more like Daddy-more and more insatiable.
"I'm writing a book," I told him, propping my elbows on the desktop, butt up thrust, igloo breasts hanging down inside the low-cut dress. I watched him blink and try not to look at my nipples. He busied himself rearranging things on the desk. He looked toward the windows, the hall. But the thing in his pants leg was growing, I could see, and, no matter where else he looked, no matter how hard he tried, his furtive eyes always sneaked back to me.
"It's all about sex," I continued, eyes wide. "The book, I mean. It's sort of a diary. My experiences and like that. But now I have an Italian character and can't for the life of me think of the wop word for cock."
"Coc… cock?"
I nodded. I could almost see the wheels grind to a stop inside his head. "I was thinking maybe wang. But that sounds sort of Chinese-don't you think?"
Mr. Levine flew from his chair, to the door closed it, drew the shade, and stood staring bug-eyed at me. I glanced casually back over my shoulder. I hadn't changed my position. From where he stood, he could see up under my micro, I knew. I shifted my hips.
"My God. I can see your… your ass r-r-right through t-t-the panties. C-c-crack and all. Ccunt. Hair." He came slowly back to the desk, stopped close behind me, stared.
"Does it make much difference what I call it?" I asked, enjoying his discomfort. "A dick, I mean? I don't want to offend anyone."
"You're… you're only a baby."
"But you like me, huh?"
"Sweet Mother of ever-loving God. What're you saying?"
"You can touch me back there. All over."
"No! I… I'm your teacher. You… you're entrusted to my care. I'd be lower than… than… if…"
I lowered my tits to the desktop, offering my rump. "You've been looking all morning. I bet you know how many hairs every fucking girl in the front row has on her twat."
"So young."
"Soft, too. And wet. All juicy and hot."
Dropping to his knees, Mr. Levine wept and pressed his cheek to my plump ass. "You won't tell anyone?"
"Uh-uh." I pressed back.
"My God," he gasped in disbelief.
I felt his damp breath on my panties. I was becoming an accomplished seductress, it seemed. Moving my hips, I thought, Anyone could walk in… the stacked lady math teacher, classmates-even the principal. Was I becoming an exhibitionist, I wondered. Probably! I knew Daddy had made a confirmed cocksucker of me. For as Mr. Levine fumbled with my nylon panties, got his fingers inside and felt around, the saliva began to thicken in my mouth… the zigzag crack in the wall of the library across from the classroom windows became a giant's fly, and, at the base of the zigzag crack, the slim white flagpole, standing straight out from the building, became a brass tipped rigid cock.
"I must be out of my mind doing this. Heaven help me." Mr. Levine touched my cunt. One finger slid tentatively in. His wet lips touched the underside of my ass.
"Eat me," I told him.
"God forgive me."
I gasped and threw my feet wide as his tongue flicked my hole. My thighs quivered. The dart licked up one soft lip, tasted the hair, and glided slowly down the other side of my vulva. The panties were in the way. I reached back, pushed them down, baring my offered backside. "Take them off me," I demanded. "Hurry!"
Mr. Levine sobbed. He stood, worked the nylon off my up thrust hips, down my thighs, off, and pressed the huge bulge in his pants to the crack of my ass. He swayed. The head of his cock, pants and all, bored into my love hole. He took hold of my hips. Closing his eyes, he rutted, rubbing the rough material against the swollen lips of my pussy and deep in the split up my taut little backside.
Finally, after making my pussy so wet it stained the front of his pants, Mr. Levine backed away and tried with trembling fingers to unzip his fly. "It's stuck," he choked. "The fucking cocksucker's stuck and I can't get my… my…"
"Let me." I came off the desk, turned. Swiftly I unzipped his fly. He shivered as I groped inside for his cock. It was a big one. Not nearly as big as Daddy's magnificent tool, but much, much longer and fatter, much more pleasing than the one I'd felt earlier in Vic's pants. I watched his knees buckle when I took it out and jerked.
A sudden change came over timid Mr. Levine. Taking hold of my shoulders, he pushed me against the desk. I fell, thighs apart, legs on either side of his. Frantic, eyes closed tight, hands gripping my hips, he tried to ram his stiff shaft up my pussy. The glans flattened against my mound, missing the mark. He trembled and strained, rutted and missed, and tried again and again, to no avail.
"Let me. Let meee!" I pleaded, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. It was happening at last. The trampoline was about to be tested, pounced upon and shredded by the tip of Mr. Levine's anxious cock. I made him back away, giving me room, and shimmied my ass farther back on the desktop. Papers rustled. The desk calendar fell to the floor. I lay back, opened and brought my knees up to my breasts. My pussy gaped wide. I reached for his pole.
Mr. Levine's breath caught when my small fingers closed tight around him. He stared down at my pussy. His trembling hand covered the hairy mound, rubbed. His middle finger went easily into the wet lips of my cunt. "Oh Sorrowful Saviour," he wailed, working my clit with his thumb. "Mother-fucking Merciful Mary," he cried, fingers lubricating my channel, stepping close, allowing me to guide him.
My arm went around his neck. I pulled his face down, lips to lips, and steered the hot head of his dick to my pussy. I was wide open, dripping wet. The glans, the nozzle tip of his shaft, disappeared as if there were a Hoover sucking him into my belly. He kneaded my breasts, moved his hands to my waist, to my hips, to the softness and quivering whiteness of my ass. He thrust-fingers again on my mound, cock blazing a trail in the pocket of my thighs. The head glided past the short outer foyer, raking my clit, pushing, pushing, retreating and grinding its way to the tight upper gate.
I thrashed about on the desktop. My back ached. My legs were leaden. But my cunt was experiencing incredible electric sensations… drawing his meat to the barrier… closer and closer… snapping with feathery teeth. I moaned. I screamed into his mouth. I lifted my hips, churned my ass, twisted and cried and pleaded for the stroke that would rend.
With his throbbing dick buried almost to the roots in my sheath, Mr. Levine tore his mouth from mine. He caught me in the crook of the knees, lifting the weight off my arched back. Wheezing, nipping the smooth shaft with my inner cunt muscles, I stared down at the log protruding from my triangle of hair. It was impossible! Utterly devastating! There were at least six inches of man-meat in my belly… another thick inch to go. And yet my fucking stupid cherry was still intact.
"Fuck it!" I yelped. "Fuck it all the way. into me!"
Whining deep in his throat, holding my legs in the crook of his arms, Mr. Hotsy Levine moved his hands along the soft underside of my thighs. He retreated and plowed, obviously enjoying the sight of my cunt lips engorged, stretched to the width and thickness of his bloated meat. He pulled back until only the glans remained wedged in my tightness and drove the last hard inch up my slippery channel.
"Fuck it more!" I cried. I was drunk with the delicious feeling of hot meat in my hole. I could feel the glans at the barrier, butting the membrane. "Fuck it! Fuck it!" I demanded, wanting to feel the nozzle tip burst through. "Bust me open. Hard! Harder! Oh, yes. O WWWWWWWWW!"
I was coming. I was pissing juices despite the stubborn obstruction that refused to give. I thrashed about wildly on the desktop, working my hips, my vagina. I had popped off many times in the few short weeks since Daddy's dick first entered my mouth, had felt cocks in my hand, mouth and asshole, had experienced finger-fuck comes, lapping comes, self-induced and outside assisted orgasms. But never before a body sensation like this one. Never before so totally good. The top of my head flew off, spun in midair, and screwed itself back with a thud. My belly turned over. My heart did a cha-cha and stopped, started, stopped. The lips of my tight little love hole puckered in and then puffed themselves out, and the cute curly hairs on the mound of my pussy twanged.
Mr. Levine's body grew suddenly rigid. He dug his fingernails into the tender flesh of my buttocks. He drove harder-pistoning short strokes into my vulva. Then he planted his cock to the roots, opened his mouth and screamed a silent proclamation, and ground off a hot liquid blast of sticky semen.
His cum flooded my cunt. It rolled and wiggled its spermy tail all the way to my throat. It seeped out and oozed down my buttocks as he thrusted several times more, emptying his sacs. He looked skyward, loudly proclaiming, "Oh Lord, that's some good fucking pussy. Sweet mother fucking cunt of Mary-that's great young stuff!"
When it was over, after Mr. Horny Levine unsheathed his limp cock, I sat on the desktop and demanded my panties. He fetched them from the floor. I used the soft nylon to wipe the spunk from my twat. Boy! I thought, still feeling the tingles inside, that was some fucking tough trampoline! I suspected the added elasticity was Daddy's fault. The day before, while teasing me, poking the membrane with his gargantuan tool, he'd no doubt stretched it so thoroughly, made it so pliant, it now would require the flagpole on the library across from the school to uncherry me.
I had a horrible vision. I saw myself, eighty years old, picketing Daddy's athletic club… with a sign that read CHERRY!!
We had completed our desktop escapade none too soon. For as I sat at my desk and hid the soggy panties in my purse, as Mr. Levine zipped his fly, the hall door flew open. In walked Vic. He grinned at me.
"Er-ah. Excuse me, please." Mr. Levine, using a sheaf of papers to hide the cum stains all over the front of his pants, hurried past Vic out of the classroom and down the hall to the men's room.
Vic eyed me. He walked casually around the desks, weaving in and out, tracing a design with his forefinger here, opening an inkwell there, until he stood over me. "I… ah… came back early," he announced. "I couldn't get you out of my head. What you… ah… said."
I stared at his pants. Today was some hotsy day, I thought. there I was, cunt still sopping wet from fucking, soft behind flattened on the wooden seat-a wreck, I supposed, hair mussed, dress wrinkled, sweaty-and another dick was popping its cork near my face. Did all fourteen-year-olds get as many opportunities to suck and screw and asshole fuck, I wondered. Even the ugly, flat-chested ones, and those like Debbie, who, only the week before, had sprouted the first curly black hair on her twat?
"I was thinking… ah." Vic cast a furtive glance at the cloakroom.
I felt like teasing. I ran one finger up the inside of his pants leg. My thumbnail grazed his hot crotch. His peg jumped. I turned sideways in the seat. The hemline of the micro barely reached the top of my thighs. Slowly I parted my knees and watched his eyes grow large. "I've got an itch there," I told him.
Vic gulped. "Manage! Jesu Cristo! Madonna Dio!"
I took hold of his ping-pong paddle hand and guided it up the inside of my thigh, to my pussy, while he continued to rattle off in singsong Italian. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded very reverent. I had noticed that about men. The mere sniff of a cunt, a glimpse of an ass, a tittie, made them sort of religious. I was gathering notes in my head… for the book, I mean.
"We better… ah… go in the cloakroom." Vic's hand cupped my pussy. Squeezed.
Of course, I stood, excited and curious about the little thing in his pants, and let him lead me by the hand, around desks, to the back of the classroom. Was he circumcised, I wondered. Uncircumcised? Veiny? Smooth? I had been fucking around with man-meat, mature cock, and, although I'd felt a peg or two at the pool, and me and Debbie had peeked in the locker room, where the boys changed, I had never examined a young prick close up. Now I stepped into the dark cloakroom, Vic's hand exploring my ass, anticipating the taste, the feel, the smell, the exquisite sensation of pubic hair in my face.
Vic was very romantic. Once inside the cloakroom, out of sight of anyone who might walk into class, he took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth was wide and full-lipped and moist and warm. I felt his arms tighten around my waist, the hard peg in his pants drilling. I moved impatiently. I was by now burning to go again.
Finally Vic broke the kiss. He smiled into my eyes. "Know why I came back early?"
"Uh-uh," I answered as innocently as possible.
"Feel" This time he guided my hand. "It's been… ah… stiff like that since yesterday."
"We should… ah… do something to make it all better then, huh?"
"Fuck?"
"Uh-uh. Suck!"
"Gee. You mean it?"
My hand closed tight around the bulge in his pants. I jerked. He bucked. My heart was again pounding, knees weak. I could imagine the adorable little peg in his pants gliding without the slightest hindrance into every hole I owned.
Vic pressed me back against the cloakroom wall. His wide hands sought my breasts. One slipped into the low-cut neck of my dress. "Jesu! No bra even," he croaked, nibbling my ear. He rolled my left nipple between thumb and forefinger until it stood tall and ached then said "Fish out my braciuola."
"Wha…?"
He pulled back and drove his cock at me. "Braciuola! My dick!"
I chewed my lower lip while fumbling with his fly. My hand trembled. The zipper came down. My hand dove inside the pants, inside the tight Jockey shorts, and flattened against his thick pubic hair. I inched down. My fingernails grazed the roots of his shaft.
"Manage… ah!" Vic lifted the hem of my micro, exposing the hairy black triangle at the top of my thighs. One finger screwed into my cunt. "Manage! Manage! It's all fuckin' wet," he announced.
"Ummm!" I extracted his cock, began to jerk him off. He had a fine circumcision. The shaft was smooth, not ridged or veiny like Daddy's, and it was almost pure white in the dim light. "Braciuola!" I murmured. "Bra-ci-u-o-la!" I almost giggled. Roget had nothing on my mental thesaurus for C-O-C-K.
Vic unbelted, unbuckled, and let the pants fall to the floor. His' dick stood at full length. He pushed my hand away, worked the shorts down his legs, and, moving in mincing steps, both garments at his ankles, came against me. "Let's… ah… Fuck some," he said, cupping the tender halves of my ass, pulling me close. "You can suck me off later, Kathie. Right now… ah… I just gotta have some of that soft fuckin' pussy of yours."
Boy! I thought… men were making me crazy for real! For weeks I'd tried to get someone, anyone, even a snake, to crawl up my twat. And now, when I wanted to feel a cock stoking my face, everyone wanted to fuck. It was almost exasperating!
"Jesu! It's going right the fuck in. All the way." Spreading the cheeks of my ass, Vie rutted. "Holy shit! Your pussy's like silk inside. Manoman!"
I kissed him. Reaching around his waist, I gripped his hard flat behind. I suddenly remembered Lois and Mr. George. Standing up. Fucking. I raised one knee, trying to encircle his waist. But it was no good that way. My cunt opened so wide, was so slippery, his small peg almost popped out. I closed my 'legs tight, leaned back, making him saw in and out, loving the feel of cock dragging across my clit, balls slapping my thighs. And the way Vie was humping! He felt all over my ass, fingers probing my shitter, in-out, big hands kneading my melons, lifting, making the cheeks fall and jiggle, fingering the crack, the dimple at top, then tracing the separation, down, down, down and up into my asshole once more. Was he cherry, I wondered. He showed lots of enthusiasm but little experience. Was I the very first girl to feel his hot little peg stoking toward orgasm? The idea was exciting. What material! I thought. What fantastic stuff for me and Debbie to gossip about before writing into our book!
Vic was nearing a nut. I could tell by the way his buttocks and belly tensed up. And now he grunted each time the dear little poker bored into me. I had to stop him. I was convinced he was indeed cherry, like me-only more so-and wanted more than anything-even more than I wanted Daddy right then-to have his first big load of cum blast off in my mouth.
Dragging my lips from his, I breathed, "Don't come in me. Please. Pleeze!"
"Jesu! I can't help it. I…" Vic strained.
"No!" I opened my thighs. His miniature pecker popped out of my sloppy cunt.
"Shit!"
"I might get pregnant."
"Shit!"
I slid down his legs, opening my knees as I went, until I was kneeling on the dusty cloakroom floor. I closed my fist on his cock. It jerked in my hand. I touched my lips to the tip and cooed, "It's much better this way."
"Okay then. Suck!"
"Like 'hisss…?" Already I had the round glans in my face. I drew it deeper, halfway. "Is 'hisss… wha' 'ou mean?"
"Suck it all the way."
"Like 'hisss… I" I drew the last of the shaft deep in my mouth. His pubic hair smelled of pussy. Was that me, I wondered, tasting the bitter sweet gooey stuff encircling the base of his dick like the tight band on a rubber. Loudly I sucked.
"Ah! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHH!"Vic grabbed for my hair. He took hold. Yanking. Pulling it out by the roots, it seemed. "Motherfuck!" he grunted. "Don't stop. Keep it all in your mouth. Suck it goo… ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Creamy gushes of hot cum filled my throat. I gulped as it came. I kneaded his balls-thinking maybe, if I squeezed them Just right, not too hard, not too gently, the little love worms would become curious, crawl up the tube to the aperture, and geyser another delicious blast m my face. I panted. I moaned Incoherently: I clamped my lips tight at the base… refusing to let go even after the last spurt came. I felt his cock shrink, become wrinkled and limp- like an old man's petered-out pecker-and still I held the fucking thing doggedly in m! face.
Finally, all hope of instant revitalization gone, the thing hanging from my wet lips like the rubber finger of a Playtex glove, I admitted defeat. I let go. It popped out. "Boy!"
"Shhh…!" Vic pointed.
My gaze followed his outstretched finger to the partially open sliding door. I sucked m breath. I made a fist and bit my index finger. We were in a helluva fix. We had been so busy, so absorbed, we'd forgotten the time, and now the class was filing into the outer room.
"We're stuck in here all fuckin' afternoon," whispered Vic. He pulled me into the depths of the cloakroom. "Jesu! Suppose someone comes in? What the… ah… what in the fuck'll we do?"
A sudden thought struck me. I looked about, blinked. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "It's too hot for coats," I said.
"Coats?"
"Sure! Nobody comes in here when there's no coats."
Vic looked about, too, scratching his head. "How about that. Not a fuckin' coat in… ah… in the joint!"
"That's what we'll do."
"Huh?"
"Joint!" Again my fist closed around his cute dick. I had never tried sucking a limp one back to life. Now there were hours and hours to experiment.
"Manage!" Vie said.