Bobbi had things arranged to her satisfaction the next evening. The big "seduction" scene was to happen in the living room. There was a spot, halfway up the staircase, where a person could look through the posts where they ended and the wail began. It had been a favorite spying place for the twins since they were old enough to walk. With a little manipulation of the living room furniture, the sofa was directly in view of the hiding place, and Bobbi was satisfied that she could see everything her brother did with the physical education teacher.
Teddy had surprisingly little trouble getting Miss Webster to agree to the meeting. He had simply sent a note to her office, saying, "I think I'm having the same trouble I had yesterday. If you could come by my house at eight o'clock. I could explain it to you in more detail."
The older woman had seemed nervous during that afternoon's rehearsal, but once or twice she had smiled at Teddy and nodded her head, as if to say, "You're on!"
At seven forty-five Teddy had laid out a tray of drink mixings. He wouldn't normally have served alcoholic beverages to a teacher at his school, but under the circumstances he felt that certain formalities could be ignored.
Bobbi hung around upstairs impatiently. She hoped Miss Webster was punctual. She was dressed respectably enough, in a short-sleeved blouse and a pair of cut-off jeans, just in case she was seen or heard, and had to make an appearance. She didn't bother with shoes though, since she wanted to be as quiet as possible on the staircase.
The cut-offs had a fly in the front, which she had already unzipped. Under no circumstances did she want to make noise when the time came for her to play with her newly-opened pussy.
It seemed like an eternity until the doorbell finally rang. She glanced at the clock on the wall above the stairs. It was only two minutes after eight. Bobbi pressed her face between the two posts and watched as Teddy, in white jeans and a polo shirt and sneakers, walked to the door and opened it. Then she gasped!
Miss Webster walked in first, dressed very simply but smartly, and behind her, in a pair of neat slacks and a sports jacket, was Coach Orlando!
Bobbi felt her cunt begin to tingle already! Coach Orlando was basically the man she used in her fantasy of being picked up on a bus! He had the same big, rugged, dark good looks that she'd always imagined the man in her dreams to have. And his face could be friendly and warm or stern and masterful. Every one of her girlfriends had gigantic crushes on the man, and it always annoyed Bobbi a little to realize that he was all too aware of these childish, girlish longings.
Teddy also seemed surprised to see the two of them. Miss Webster, who Bobbi had to admit looked like a million tonight, spoke first, and made the proper explanations.
"Hi, Teddy. Nick and I had dinner together, and when I told him I was coming by here, he wanted to drop me off."
Coach Orlando smiled. Teddy couldn't guess a thing from the man's manner. He wasn't close to Coach Orlando, but they'd always been on friendly terms together. Did the coach know the score?
"Oh, sure, " the boy said. "It's perfectly all right. I mean, come in, both of you, "
"No," Coach Orlando said, "I'll be running along now. I guess you and Margaret have things to discuss. I'd just be in the way."
"Well, as a matter of fact, " Teddy began, but he was immediately interrupted by a voice from upstairs.
"Coach Orlando!" Bobbi said, padding down the stairs in her bare feet. "What a surprise! Gee, I never get to see you!"
The coach smiled at the blonde girl. He'd always admired Bobbi's looks, and now that Margaret had told him what a hot number her brother was, he couldn't help but wonder if it ran in the family. In fact, Margaret had told him the Whole story of her experience with Teddy in the small office near the auditorium, and he knew that he was bringing her to this house tonight for a repeat performance. He liked the girls' physical education teacher more than any woman he knew in town, but he also understood that no one man could completely satisfy her. In a way, he was happier seeing her make it with a young boy than with another older man. It made their own relationship more secure, in a way. The sudden appearance of Teddy's sister was an unexpected surprise. He supposed that Teddy would have cleared the house tonight of all outside intrusion.
"Hi, Bobbi, "the swarthy coach said, smiling and showing his large, white teeth. "I didn't know you were home."
"Well," the girl said, descending the stairs and walking across the room, "Teddy and I are orphans for a couple of weeks. Grandpa isn't well, and Mom and Dad had to go and see him."
"Oh, I'm sorry, " Miss Webster said.
"Please don't be," Bobbi said. "At least, we can entertain anybody we want to without people underfoot, "
Bobbi was glad that Mrs. Wilson fed them early and went right home. She liked the feeling of having the house to herself. Or sharing it with somebody as compatible as her brother.
"In that case," Coach Orlando said, "I'll stay a little while. That is, if it's all right with Margaret, and Teddy."
The twins weren't used to hearing Miss Webster called by her first name. The atmosphere was already more intimate than the typical student-teacher relationship. Teddy also saw the fire in Bobbi's eyes when she looked the coach over. Well, the boy reasoned, if his sister had the hots for old Orlando, why not? The coach had a reputation for being quite a ladies' man, so Teddy guessed there was nothing wrong with him physically, and if he could get fired up with Webster, why shouldn't Bobbi get her kicks too?
Teddy cut in at that point, and Bobbi was proud of him. He assumed the role of host with admirable ease.
"I put drinks out, for the grown-ups." He began to laugh, and then all of them did.
"Great," the coach said. "Looks like you remembered everything. Who'd like to do the honors?"
Bobbi walked to the large tray on the coffee table.
"We mix drinks for our parents' company all the time. Just tell me what you like and I'll take care of it. What do you want, Teddy, a Coke?"
"Sure," Teddy answered. "Like last night."
Bobbi mixed drinks for the two physical education teachers and got them comfortably seated side by side on the sofa. She turned to her brother.
"I'll have to fix ours in the kitchen. I forgot the soda."
Teddy knew that Bobbi would mix their drinks as strong as anyone else's, but his sister felt the same reluctance to let the teachers know they were having an alcoholic beverage as he did. He was glad Bobbi was cool in these situations.
Bobbi came back with two frosted glasses. It was difficult to see what the contents were from the out-sides. The twins took chairs across the coffee table from the older couple. All of them sat and sipped for several minutes. Then Coach Orlando noticed something that almost made him choke on his drink. Bobbi had forgotten to zip up the front of her jeans. They were still open, the way the girl had planned for them to be when she spied from the top of the stairs. Bobbi noticed his eyes staring down and thought he was admiring her legs. At least, she hoped he was. She stretched out in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her ankles. Then she glanced down to see if her legs were positioned as attractively as possible. When she did, she also noticed her open fly, and her face turned a bright scarlet. If Miss Webster or Teddy had noticed, they didn't show any signs.
“I'll just freshen up my drink," Bobbi said, standing and walking to the kitchen. She headed for the sink, poured another finger of bourbon into her glass and was just filling the tumbler to the top with Coke when she heard him come up behind her.
"No need to run off like that, Bobbi," Coach Orlando said. "I was enjoying the view."
Bobbi felt too embarrassed to turn around. Her face was still flushed. She quickly took a long gulp of her drink.
"Only thing is," the man said, "it isn't fair for just one of us to be showing ourselves off, is it?" Then she heard the sound of a zipper opening, and he was suddenly pressed tightly against her back. She felt her knees grow weak.
"Shouldn't, shouldn't we go back to the living room?"
"Oh, I think Margaret and Teddy can entertain each other for a while. They've done it before."
He knows! Bobbi thought. Her heart started to race!
Then she felt him reach out and take her hand. He moved it back behind her and suddenly her fingers were being pressed into his open fly. They felt his underwear, and a hard bulge underneath. His mouth was suddenly close to her ear.
"Take it out if you want to." He reached around with his other hand and slipped inside her open jeans. The hand was warm and gentle against her vagina. "Now we're even."
Bobbi found the little opening of his jockey shorts and she let her fingers explore inside. She could feel his cock, thick and hard, and a forest of coarse hair, but she wasn't able to pull the hardened tool through the flap.
"I'll have to take these down," he said. As soon as he spoke, he took his hand out of her jeans and turned her around. She stared directly into his eyes. They were as black as coal, and right now they were glistening with little sparks of fire. Yes, he was the man in her fantasies, all right. And now he was staring at her with the same expression that she always imagined when she lay naked on the bed of the hotel room, watching him undress.
Coach Orlando unbuckled his belt and undid the top of his slacks. Then he put his hands on the blonde girl's shoulders and smiled.
"I really only came by here to drop Margaret off, but when I saw that you were home, I was very happy to hang around."
Bobbi's heart raced. Her legs felt like they were turning into rubber.
"I, I'm glad you stayed too."
"Then why don't you prove it?"
"How?"
"Take my pants down."
"What, what if somebody walked in?"
"Don't worry about them. They're probably doing the same thing." He smiled again, and once more her legs went weak.
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out and slid his slacks down over his hips. They dropped to the floor, but he made no move to step out of them. The smile left his face and he stared at her sternly.
"Get down there and take them off me. Take my shoes off too!" It was more like an order than a request.
Bobbi sank to her knees. Her eyes quickly took in the details of his body, his powerful, hairy thighs, brushed with the same black hair that she knew he'd have on the rest of his body. She'd seen him in shorts at school, and in her dreams she had seen him naked. She knew he'd look just like the fantasy man. She quickly unlaced his shoes and he lifted one foot at a time while she pulled them off. Then she slid his trousers over his feet. She left his socks on.
When she looked up, he had removed his sports coat. He was standing in just his jockey shorts and a polo shirt. His arms were big and bulging. He smiled down at her and with one quick movement he pulled the shirt up and off. Then he was just in his jockey shorts, smiling down at her, the way she had dreamed about him so many times. She couldn't believe it was all coming true.
"Okay, little girl, since you're already on your knees, why don't you slide my shorts off?"
Bobbi reached up and hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts. Tufts of black hair were already spilling over the elastic. His chest and belly were a mass of thick fur, and as she slid the white material down she saw that the hair increased in density below. Her hands brushed his buttocks as she pulled, and they, too, had a fine, even distribution of silky hairs.
When she pulled the shorts over his crotch, his cock popped out into the air the way she always imagined it would. But there was one difference. It was uncircumcised, and she had never seen one like that. Therefore, she hadn't imagined it that way in her hotel-room fantasy. She stared at the thick club for a moment, feeling slightly confused. The heavy foreskin completely covered the head, and formed a puckered mouth about a half inch below.
Coach Orlando saw the confusion in the girl's eyes and laughed. He reached down, skinned back the overhang, and a pink, shiny head appeared. Bobbi's heart began to hammer. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. Even Teddy's, which was perfectly shaped and proportioned, was not this big, and the older man's balls were as big as ostrich eggs in their hairy sac. The girl stared, fascinated, while she pulled his jockey shorts to the floor and he stepped out of them.
He reached out and put his hand on the back of her head.
"Give it a kiss, huh?"
Bobbi leaned forward and kissed the rosy tip of his cock. The head was as big as a fist. It throbbed when her lips touched it, and a clear drop of fluid appeared at the little slit.
"Lick that off!" Again, it was more a command than a request.
She had never sucked a cock before, but she had imagined herself doing so in many of her masturbation fantasies. She had even imagined what it would taste like. She put her mouth over the tip now and sucked up the fluid that had begun to ooze from Coach Orlando's overheated prick. It was a nice taste, she thought, not sweet or bitter, just a masculine flavor.
His hand was one the back of her head again, and he urged her mouth to take more of his meat inside. She opened up until her jaws ached, but had trouble getting her lips around the thickness of the head and shaft.
"Just keep getting it wetter and wetter, baby," he said. "It'll go in. I've fucked smaller mouths than yours."
Bobbi felt a rush of warmth flood her loins. She imagined other girls at the school doing the same thing to him that she was doing now. She wondered who they were, how many they were, and if they'd been anybody she knew.
After licking around the head for several minutes, she ran her tongue wetly along the underside of the shaft. She licked down to his big balls, then up over the top and down to the tip again. She did this several times, and after a while the entire pole was dripping wet with saliva. Then she made another attempt to put the cock in her mouth, and found that she could take the fist-like head all the way to the back of her throat. The man groaned then, and gripped the back of her head even tighter.
"That's it, baby! Now you're eating cock! Owww, you're gonna be a first-class cocksucker some day, you know that? Owww, eat it, eat it!"
His words excited her, and she began sucking harder than ever. She tried to force the enormous shaft past her tonsils.
"Ouch! Easy, baby, don't bite it. Just keep the teeth out of the way. You'll get the hang of it.
Owwww, that's it. Oh, shit, you better stop! I don't wanna come yet!"
He reached down and lifted her to her feet.
"Now you," he said. He quickly opened her cutoff jeans and yanked them down around her ankles. He pushed her back against the sink, and the metal siding felt cold against her bare ass, but she was fascinated by the sight of his powerful body kneeling in front of her. Then his hands cupped her ass cheeks and he pulled her roughly forward and buried his face in her crotch.
She had only been eaten once, and Teddy didn't have any beard to speak of. Although Coach Orlando was clean-shaven, his chin felt like sandpaper. But she didn't mind the slight scratching sensation, because his tongue had started to do fantastic things to her, and he obviously had plenty of experience in these matters. She almost lost her balance once or twice when he stabbed directly in with incredible force. She felt like a finger was going up inside her. She could feel him licking and swirling his tongue deep up into the hole, and she wondered how he was able to do it.
He yanked her thighs even farther apart and forced her to sit on his face. She grabbed his curly black hair for support and began to ride his mouth like she was sitting on a saddle. She could see the enormous veins and muscles of his neck bulge as he supported her, and then he began to lift her straight up into the air!
She threw her thighs over his shoulders then, and he ran his hands up to her waist. With seemingly little effort, he began to stand up, holding her above his mouth and eating her out at the same time. She continued to hold onto his hair for support and he didn't seem to mind her yanking and pulling it.
Bobbi was going almost out of her mind. She wished she could shove his entire head up inside her.
"Well, well," a woman's voice said. "I don't remember directing you in this scene!"
Coach Orlando dropped Bobbi to the floor. He spun around and saw Miss Webster and Teddy standing in the kitchen doorway, completely nude.
"We were trying out a new act," he said, grinning.
"I have a better idea!" Bobbi said. "Why don't Teddy and I direct you two? I'm sure you could put on a good show for us, and we'll give you a little background music with our guitars."
Miss Webster smiled at Teddy. "I'm ready, Mr. DeMille!"