Jodie drove home humming to herself, as she always did when she'd had some good fucking. But that evening she started feeling horny again, which didn't surprise her. She never went more than a few hours without feeling horny. The question was, she thought, what to do about it?
She couldn't call Gordon. He was married, and besides, she thought, he was probably all fucked out for today. She couldn't call Randy because his parents might get suspicious. After all, the librarian had already had the boy at her house for an evening.
Of the studs she'd fucked at Valley High, that just left the football coach, Bob Larson. Jodie didn't hesitate to get out the phone book and dial his number. It never hurt to ask, she thought.
"Bob Larson speaking," he said, panting.
"Bob, this is Jodie," she said. "I was wondering if you'd like to come ever to my place for a while. I, uh, could use you!"
"Honey, I'd love to!" Bob said eagerly. "But I just walked in the door from jogging. I smell like an old boar and I need a shower."
"Take one at my place," Jodie said, "and I'll join you!"
"I'll jog right over!" Bob said, hanging up. Jodie raced to her bedroom and stripped, then wrapped herself in a big, soft bath towel. She made two martinis and took them into the bathroom. By the time she finished her preparations for the evening, the doorbell was ringing.
She hurried to it, flung the door open, and there was Bob in his sweat clothes, dripping sweat. She just pointed the way to the bathroom, and he jogged on in. Jodie closed the door and went to join him. She was delighted to find him stripping down.
He didn't have much to remove, just pants and shirt and jock strap. She ogled his powerful, hard-muscled body as she handed him a chilled martini. Then she dropped her towel and picked up her own drink, joining him in a naked toast.
"You're something else, Jodie!" Bob grinned.
"You're pretty sexy yourself, Bob!" she cooed.
They finished their drinks and got into the cool shower. There was hardly room for two people in there, and their bodies kept rubbing together which suited Jodie just fine. She lathered her hands with soap and started cleaning the part of Bob that she liked the most.
"Hey, lady, you're getting awful familiar!" Bob laughed as she soaped his cock.
"Couldn't keep my hands off it!" Jodie giggled.
Bob grabbed the soap, lathered his hands, and started washing her pussy. Jodie gurgled with excitement as he massaged her tender cuntflesh. His cock was swelling up in her fingers, growing long and hard and thick. His thick, middle finger slid into her cunt and pumped up and down, and Jodie creamed all over it. She slumped back against the wall of the shower.
"Fuck me, Bob!" she moaned. "I want it so bad!"
"Can't you wait till we get to the bed?" he asked, chuckling.
"Noooooo!" Jodie whimpered, pumping his steel-stiff prick. "I have to have it right now!"
Bob didn't mind. He just couldn't believe how horny the girl was. He couldn't believe it when she had practically raped him in the library, and he couldn't believe it now that she was trying to rape him in the shower. But he loved it.
"Okay, baby, you got it!" he growled.
He lifted her up by the waist, pressing her against the wall of the shower, until he could get his cock into her cunt. He plugged the fat, hard head of his prick into her little, fur-fringed pussy, then shoved hard, filling her cunt with throbbing cock-meat. Jodie's eyes rolled crazily.
"Ohhhhh! Shit! Fuck, yessss!" she moaned. "Stick it in me, Bob, fuck my pussy good!"
Snorting with excitement, Bob pistoned his cock in and out of her juice-slicked cunt. Jodie threw her legs around his waist and locked them there, and she snaked her arms around his neck.
He cupped her nice, little ass. As the fine spray of the shower bathed them, he fucked the moaning, squealing young woman to a fever pitch of excitement.
"Oooooh, yeah, honey, give it to me!" Jodie sobbed. "Fuck me forever, Bob!"
It was an inviting prospect. Bob had never met a girl with hotter pants. He'd been thinking about her tonight as he jogged and had gotten a hard-on, so he'd been delighted when he got home to a phone call from the lusty librarian.
Jodie was impaled on his pile-driving cock and wailing in bliss as he reamed deep in her hot, little cunt. Jodie was unselfconscious and uninhibited about her fuck-needs. She loved Bob's fucking, and she let him know that.
"Fuck it to me! Stick it to meeeeee!" she wailed. "Unnnhhhhh, Bob, you're doing it to me so fuckin' good!"
Her pretty face was all flushed and contorted with lust, her eyes glazed with horniness. Each time he thrust into her, she howled with bliss and soaked his deep-driving cock with molten floods of cream. He could feel her cunt tighten steadily around his cock-meat as she rocketed towards release.
"You're just about to come, aren't you, honey?"
"Shit, yessss!" she gurgled. "Need it so fuckin' bad!"
"I'll give it to you, all right!" he growled. He fucked into her faster, harder, making her body shudder with the impact. Her head lolled back, and she closed her eyes tightly as his hammering cock took her over the edge. He felt her cunt clamp hard around his cock, sucking at it, then her body bucked and writhed in his arms. Sizzling floods of cream soaked his prick and spurted from her crammed cunt.
"Ooooah, shit! I'm coming! Oooooh!" she squealed.
"Ohhhhhhh, Jesus! Unnnggghhh!" Bob groaned, flooding, her cunt with boiling jizz.
It had been a delicious quickie, and they both knew it was just the beginning. They had a real shower afterwards, squeaky clean. Then they toweled off, and Jodie made them more martinis which they took to the bedroom. They lounged naked on her bed while they sipped their drinks.
"May I ask a personal question?" Bob said.
"Like what?" Jodie asked.
"Have you always been this horny?" he said.
She laughed and answered, "Yes, I have. I don't know why, but when I want to make it with a guy I don't care about anything else. I just go for it. It's gotten me into trouble at times."
"That's too bad," Bob said, "because there's really nothing wrong with it. You just have very healthy instincts, and you're very up front about it."
"Yes, but a lot of people are offended by that," Jodie said, sighing.
"I'm not," Bob said with a leer. "I'm incredibly turned on by it!"
He downed his drink, set the glass aside, and reached for her lovely, high-riding tits. Jodie gave a squeal as his hands closed over her tits. His fingers were cold from the glass. But soon she was gurgling with delight as the coach expertly fondled her sensitive tit-lobes and thumbed her nipples into stiffs.
"Mmmmmmm, I love that!" she gurgled. "I bet I know something you'd love even more," Bob said with a wicked glint in his eye.
"What's that?" she asked.
"How'd you like my tongue up your pussy?"
"Bob," Jodie said huskily, "I'd like that more than anything in the worid."
She bent her legs and spread the wide, showing him her pretty, little pussy-slit with its cream beaded pink flesh and golden fringe of curls. Hers was the most delicious-looking cunt he'd ever seen, and he drooled at the sight. Quickly, he went belly down between her thighs.
He folded back the golden fur and exposed the little, hooded lump of her clit-button. His tongue flashed out to contact her super-sensitive clit, and Jodie wailed in bliss. Bob's chin was suddenly soaked with her molten cuntal juice.
"Oooooohh, Bob, yessss!" she squealed. "Lick my clit honey, I love that!"
Bob buried his face between her legs and went to work on her clit, lashing it with his big, wet tongue. Jodie closed her eyes in bliss. Neither one of them noticed a figure appear in the open doorway, just as neither of them had heard the person enter the apartment.
Randy had been thinking about Miss James ever since that exciting night when she took his virginity. He was aching to fuck her again, but she was the adult and she was in charge, so he waited for her to make a move. The move never came. Miss James didn't seem interested in another round of fucking.
Randy couldn't blame her. She probably had plenty of lovers her own age, he thought, guys with prestige and money. Still, he couldn't get her out of his mind, and finally he decided to go ask her what the score was and whether or not they could fuck again. All she could do was say no, he reasoned.
He'd come to her apartment and was just about to ring the doorbell when he heard voices inside. The voices were drifting back toward the bedroom. Jealousy and curiosity overcame the horny, teenaged boy, and he tried the door. Jodie had forgotten to lock, it. Randy slipped silently into the apartment.
She'd forgotten to close the bedroom door, too, and that was where the voices were coming from. Randy slipped off his shoes and walked silently on the thick rug. He poked his head around the door frame and peered into the bedroom. He had a dizzying rush of envy and lust.
Miss James had company. She was lying naked on the bed, her legs bent and spread wide, and there was a guy lying between her legs, his face pressed against her pussy. His head was bobbing up and down, and he was making a loud, sucking noise. Miss James was going out of her mind with excitement.
"Oooooh, Bob, yessss!" she squealed. "Suck my clit, honey, I love it!"
Randy couldn't see the guy's face, but that powerfully muscled boy could only belong to one person on the faculty, Bob Larson, the football coach. Nobody else but King Kong had shoulders that wide, Randy thought. And Bob was sucking up a storm as he feasted on the librarian's tangy, hot pussy-cream.
"Unnnnnhhhh! Yessss, you're gonna make me come!" Jodie moaned. "Suck real hard now, baby, as hard as you can!"
Coach Larson went into high gear, his head bobbing furiously, and the room echoed with obscene, wet sucking sounds, punctuated by Jodie's shrill cries of ecstasy. Randy wished he could see exactly what the coach was doing to her, because it was working great.
Now he knew why she hadn't contacted him for another fuck. She had Coach Larson, who was a real hunk and a lot more experienced at fucking, so what did she need with a near-virgin, teenaged boy? Randy could understand her decision, but that didn't make him like it. He still ached to fuck her again.
"Just a little more, honey, I'm almost there!" she moaned, her face contorted with bliss.
Randy wanted to make her look like that. He wanted to learn to eat pussy, then suck her and lick her until she went out of her mind with pleasure. As he thought about it, his cock swelled up taut and engorged, tenting the fly of his jeans. He remembered how steamy and juicy her cunt had felt around his prick, and he almost groaned with frustration.
"Unnnnnhbhh! Skit! Yessss, I'm coming!" Jodie suddenly wailed.
Randy stared at her, licking his lips and shivering with longing. Whatever the coach was doing to her, it was getting her off like crazy, he thought. She was wailing, writhing and convulsing as Bob sucked loudly on her pussy. She went on spasming for almost a minute, then fell back, limp and panting.
"Mmmmmm, Bob, that was super!" she gurgled. "Now, what can I do for you?"
"Snack on this for a while," he said.
He went to his knees, kneeling between her legs, and wagged his steel-hard cock at her. Jodie quickly sat up and brought her lips to the fat, purple head of his prick. She snaked out her tongue and licked up the glistening cream that oozed from his piss-hole.
Randy was almost jumping up and down with jealousy and horniness, and his cock was trying to fight its way out of his pants. He barely kept from groaning as Miss James opened her mouth wide and slid it down around Coach Larson's enormous, rock-hard cock. The coach shuddered with excitement.
"Yeah, suck it, baby!" he groaned.
Randy would have given his balls to be in the coach's place just then. He wanted to feel his cock being sucked into the steamy heat of Jodie's mouth. He wanted to feel her suck the boiling jism out of his balls. It wasn't fair of her to dump him just because he was a kid, he thought.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she moaned as she gulped Bob's cream.
"Yeah, go for it, baby! Suck!" Bob panted. She was sucking greedily and noisily on his cock, suctioning the tasty cream from his pisshole. Her throat muscles worked busily as she gulped his hot liquid. Coach Larson's ruggedly handsome face was red with lust, his eyes glazed with horniness.
Randy's cock was so swollen it ached. He felt like he could come if he sneezed. The sensible thing to do, he thought, would be go home and jack off in the privacy of his bedroom. He could have a good fantasy about Miss James as he did it, pretending that she was sucking his cock.
He wasn't going to settle for that, though. That was kid stuff, he told himself. Jodie had treated him like a man when she fucked him, and he was going to be treated like a man now. He didn't propose to give up his woman, not even to the school football coach. He just had to think of how to reclaim her.
Jodie was sucking harder and faster on Bob's huge, wrist-thick cock, making him groan with pleasure. Bob's eyes were rolling, and his features were contorted with lust. His teeth flashed, his nostrils were flared.
"Baby," he growled, "you're gonna get a whole mouthful of my come in just about a second!"
"Ummmmm-mmmmmm," Jodie moaned eagerly.
She sucked even harder on his throbbing cock, letting him know how much she wanted to eat his load. Bob snorted with excitement and spun out of control, fucking her mouth. He pistoned his rigid back and forth over her slippery tongue, groaning loudly, his ass knotting and jerking.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm almost there!" he groaned.
So was Randy. He was fighting the urge to whip out his painfully engorged cock and jack off like crazy. He vowed that he wouldn't resort to masturbation. He was going to come like a man into a hot, steamy cunt. He was going to do it even if he had to fight Coach Larson for the chance, he thought.
But it wasn't the right moment to pop in. If he interrupted now, Randy knew the coach would probably strangle him. So Randy waited, wild with lust, as he watched the horny librarian suck off the groaning football coach.
Bob pistoned his prick harder and faster over her tongue, and Jodie sucked like crazy. When she felt the first hot sting of jizz against the back of her throat, she drooled all over his prick. Bob let out a thunderous bellow and started flooding her mouth with his thick, steaming come.
"Eat it, baby! Aaaaggghhhh!" he yelled.
"Uuummmmmm! Unnnnggghhh!" Jodie moaned.
Randy almost yelped with longing as he watched her cheeks swell with the coach's jetting load. He knew he wouldn't rest until the pretty librarian took him into her bed again. What he was about to do might get him beaten up or even kicked out of school, he thought, but he just had to take that chance.
"Awwww, shit! Yessss!" Bob groaned as he sizzled the last of his come into Jodie's greedily sucking mouth.
Then he sank back on the bed, his wet cock hitting his thigh with a splat. Jodie licked her lips to savor the last drops of his salty jism. They looked at each other and grinned. Then they froze as Randy suddenly strode into the bedroom.
The boy glared at them, hands on hips.
"This is no fair Miss James!" he said angrily. "You dumped me for him, and I'm not gonna stand for it!"