Marcie Potts squeezed her thighs together and her knees bent slightly.
"Owwww, Bobbi! I can't believe it! I just can't believe it! You really let Coach Orlando fuck you?"
"Yes," Bobbi answered. "And you should see the size of it!"
"I can imagine! I've seen it inside his pants sometimes!"
The two girls were between classes. After history, there was only a quick rehearsal of the play, and their time was their own.
"Do you think you could take him on, Marcie?"
"Owwwww,!" the girl said, stopping and squeezing her thighs together again. "I'd give anything just to see him naked!"
"How'd you like to join in on a little party then?"
"Count me in, Bobbi!"
The bell rang then, and they hurried off to their class.
Teddy was talking to his best friend, Cal Malone. Cal was a year older than the rest of the kids in his class, and he was one of the biggest boys at school. Teddy had showered with his friend plenty of times, and he thought Miss Webster might be very interested in the boy's equipment. Cal didn't measure up to Coach Orlando, but he outdistanced every other student in the cock department.
"You really got Webster's tail?" Cal said, not quite believing his friend's story.
"Her pussy and her mouth, too," Teddy said. "If you don't believe me, ask Bobbi. She was getting her cunt reamed out by Orlando at the same time."
Cal almost creamed his jeans. He'd had his eye on Teddy's sister for a long time. He'd have eaten her snatch with a rusty shoehorn. Cal was not only the biggest boy in the school, he was also the horniest.
"We're organizing a little orgy at the house sometime soon. My parents are away, and we have a free run of the place. How'd you like to be in on it, Cal?"
The boy answered with a low whistle.
"There might be a couple of surprises, too," Teddy continued. "But there's one thing, "
"What's that?"
"No blabbing. You keep quiet about it. That has to be a sacred oath."
"No problem," Cal said.
Coach Orlando had locked his office door and pulled the shades on the windows that overlooked the football field. Betty Arness sat on the little straight-backed chair by his desk. She was one of the three science teachers at the school, and the youngest member of the faculty, twenty-two. Coach Orlando was sixteen years older than the pretty little redhead, and he had taken a fatherly interest in her when she joined the teaching staff a year earlier. But there were times, during lunches in the cafeteria mostly, when he'd noticed the way her breasts pushed firmly against the front of her blouses. She was small, but her proportions began to intrigue him. He started noticing how her ass looked when she didn't wear full skirts, and the narrowness of her waist and ankles. He started noticing, too, how her long neck supported her pretty head, a look like a swan.
The coach had asked her to come to pool parties at his house on many occasions. He was in a sweat to see her body in a bathing suit. He also wanted the opportunity to show off his own physique, reasoning that when she saw the way he filled out the front of his brief swim trunks, she might forget that he was many years older than her.
The third invitation worked, and when she came out of the small dressing room at the poolside, wearing a one-piece, black swimsuit, with her long red hair billowing in soft waves over her perfect little shoulders and back, he'd almost creamed up the front of his trunks. He went to work in earnest after that, and, like he always did with women, he succeeded.
Betty Arness had yanked her skirt up around her waist. She pulled her panties down around her ankles, and she presented a completely nude lower half to him. She wore stockings only on dressy occasions, and with her youth on her side, she never looked underdressed in her role as teacher and moral leader.
Coach Orlando could never get over the redness of her pussy hair. Betty was a real carrot-top, and the fine, silky hairs around her tender cunt looked like a forest fire. The lips of her vagina were so pink they had a bluish cast, and contrasted sharply with the rest of her white, white skin. The coach had always considered it a pussy that you eat first, and think about later. He crossed his office and kneeled down in front of her in his sweatshirt and gym pants. He buried his face into her red crotch, and deeply inhaled the feminine, acidy odors of her pussy as he began to probe in with his tongue.
"Uggh!" Betty Arness said, making a face. "You're so sweaty, you smell like pig!"
"Sorry, babe," he said, pulling away from her with a slurp, "we've had baseball practice for the past three hours. You know I sweat like a goat."
Betty pushed his face away from her and stood up, yanking down her skirt at the same time.
"Well, I'll come back sometime when you've had a chance to take a good, long, hot shower!" She started to walk past his kneeling form, but he reached out and grabbed one of her legs, almost pulling her off balance.
"Sit back down, cunt!" he growled. He meant business.
She was more afraid of his loud voice being overheard than of any physical violence he might do to her, but she sat back down on the chair. The coach stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. His chest was pouring with perspiration, and the muscles were rippling under the hair. He leaned down and grabbed her hair roughly, then he yanked her nose directly into one of his armpits.
"Take a good sniff of that, cunt!"
She did what he told her to do. She had made him angry this way several times, and she knew what to expect. She inhaled the odor from his armpit until he jerked her face into the other one, and she inhaled there too.
"Now lick some of this sweat off my chest!" he snapped, dragging her mouth over to his massive pectoral muscles.
Her tongue shot out and she began to lick up the little droplets of perspiration that were pouring down his skin. When he seemed satisfied with the tongue job, he pushed her back into the chair and untied the tops of his exercise pants. He let them drop to the floor, and he stood before her in only his jockstrap.
"Lick the strap!" he barked at her. She immediately sank to the floor and bent her head into his crotch. He noticed that her right hand had crept up under her skirt, and he could see her fingers moving beneath the material.
She began by licking the jockstrap until she had completely covered the large sac of his balls, then he spun around and shoved his butt in her face.
"Lick the hole!" he barked.
She spread his asscheeks with her hands and pushed her face between them. Her tongue found his puckered hole and she began to lick it vigorously. Then he pulled away from her face, turned around and pushed his jockstrap down. His cock was half hard in front of her nose.
"Skin it back and clean it up!"
She pulled back the foreskin and brought her mouth over the huge head, licking and sucking at the same time. The cock immediately grew to its fullest size.
"Hold off, now, or you'll have me coming," he panted, yanking his meat out of her mouth. "Let's get that skirt off you now."
She stood up and stripped until only her blouse remained. She saw a slightly threatening expression in his eyes, and she quickly removed the blouse.
"That's better," he said, when she was completely naked. "Now, you snot-nosed little cunt, don't ever pull that high and mighty shit on me again, you hear?"
"Y-yes," she said, meekly. Sometimes he could make her cry.
He pushed her to her knees in front of him again.
"Play with it. Hold it in your hand. Hold onto your man."
She reached out and slid her hand down the hard shaft.
"Bails, too!"
She cupped his nuts, and caressed them lovingly.
"You like to feel your big man?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" she whispered. "He feels so good, I could just die! I love him so much!"
"How much do you love him?"
"With all my heart!"
"Enough to sell your ass to any dirty bum who wanted it?"
"Y-yes, I'd even do that for him!"
He seemed satisfied with his humiliation of her then.
"Okay, get down on the floor. On your back. Shit, I don't care if the floor's dirty, cunt!"
She did as he told her to. When she was on her back he came straight down and shoved his cock into her brutally, with no warning and no preparation. She cried out from the pain, but he clapped his hand over her mouth so they wouldn't be overheard. Then he began to hammer his hips, forcing her to take his meat quick and hard and deep.
In a moment, she was moaning and churning her pelvis to the rhythm of his fucking. She grabbed his asscheeks and dug her fingers in, making small dents in the muscular flesh. Her moans came through his fingers, and he realized that if she got any louder he might have to slap her to quiet her down. He knew Betty when she got this way, and she was capable of losing her mind, doing and saying all kinds of crazy things. She was building to a massive orgasm, and he could no more control her than he could control himself. His sperm was racing around now, ready to boil up and over. He felt a tickling in his balls, like little pin pricks.
"Uuuooowwwww!" she groaned, loud enough to shatter glass.
He buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder to stifle his own cries and he began to shoot in long, agonizing spurts.
She had fantastically intense orgasms, and he was always amazed at the way her pussy was able to grip him when she came. Most pussies were so stretched by his size that they lost their muscle control, but Betty Arness had amazing powers.
He waited until she quieted down, then he lifted her to her feet and brushed her off.
"You really didn't get dirty. The floor was just cleaned."
She laughed, and got dressed.
"Owww," she said, "I'd better make a trip to the John. You're coming back out of me."
He stopped her at the door.
"Okay, now, don't forget your part of the bargain. You said you'd come to the party if I gave you a good fucking this morning, right?"
"You conceited bastard!" she almost spat at him. Then her smile returned. "Yes, I agree to my part of the bargain!"
Margaret Webster was through with the rehearsal for the day. She was glad, because the twins were proving to be more and more distracting to her. Sometimes she forgot which scene she was directing. She locked her office door and lowered the shade over the window that faced the main driveway and parking lot.
Reef Waldrep sat in her chair at her desk. He was almost the most beautiful man Margaret had ever known, except that she had somehow been shy about making advances towards him. He seemed friendly and open enough with her, but she guessed that he was on the shy side himself. She liked the way his tweed suit complimented his light brown, unruly mop of hair, and his long face with the chiseled features, the attractive little moustache…
"What did you have to tell me that was so important, Margaret?"
Margaret Webster gave him a dead-on look.
"You're a social sciences teacher, aren't you?"
"Of course. You know that."
“But that wasn't one of my subjects," she said. "You, you study people's behavior patterns, don't you?"
"Sure, among other things, "
She quickly crossed the office and knelt in front of him. Her hand reached out and unzipped the fly of his tweed trousers before he even had a chance to react.
"Then maybe you can understand my hopeless need to suck your cock, Reef," she said, digging her hand into the fly and finding the opening in his jockey shorts.
"Margaret! I, "
His cock was soft, and she had no trouble pulling it out of the flap of his cotton briefs. It looked the way she thought it would, as perfect as the man it belonged to. Beautifully shaped, proportioned, it would be huge when it got hard. Her head dipped down and she trapped the entire member in her mouth.
"Owwwww, wait, Margaret, I think, I don't think we, owwww, my God! I've never felt a mouth like that in my life. Oh, sweet sufferin' shit, suck that cock, lady. Owww, suck it off!"
She felt his cock immediately begin to swell in her throat. By holding it there, and letting it grow to its longest and thickest size, she didn't have the bother of forcing an already stiff prick down her throat. She breathed heavily through her nose, and kept the swelling pole buried all the way. Her nose was pressed into his open fly, being tickled by his curly brown hairs.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down around his ankles. She had to come off his cock when he yanked down his jockey shorts, but she immediately plunged back and swallowed the entire shaft into her gullet again.
Now his fat nuts were nestled under her chin, making a cushion for her. She began to deep-throat the man like she had seldom sucked in her life.
"Jeeee-susssss!" he whistled through his teeth.
He shoved his hands down and lifted her blouse until it was up over her breasts. He'd always wanted to get his hands on her big tits, and the unexpected opportunity almost had him shooting his wad. She reached back and quickly unsnapped her brassiere. He was then able to pull the confining cups away from her breasts, and his hands were suddenly filled with the fantastic mounds of flesh. He rubbed his thumbs over the nipples and found them hard, like diamonds.
She pulled his cock out of her throat and took a long look at the glistening pole.
"I didn't know you were hung like a fucking horse, darling."
"I don't advertise, if that's what you mean."
"Reef, darling," the brunette woman said, standing up and wiggling out of her skirt, "you've been wanting to fuck me for some time, haven't you?"
"Well, I, sure I have." He wasn't used to such honesty.
"Good. Well, my pussy has been chewing nails waiting to get you inside me, so why don't we just do it right here on the floor?"
"On the floor?"
"Yes, it was just cleaned. Oh, don't be such a prude, darling!" She fell back and motioned to him, her legs already spread wide. He had never seen so much pubic hair on a woman. And the lips of her vagina were already opening, the pink, wet flesh inside forming a mouth that said, "come in!"
He took off his shoes and yanked his trousers and shorts over his feet. Then he slipped out of his suit coat and when he came down on top of her he was dressed in a shirt, a tie, and socks.
Margaret guided his already wet cock into her already wet cunt. She was almost dripping from heat! He shoved all the way home and she grabbed his ass for assurance.
"Plow me hard, darling. I really need to be fucked!"
He hammered into her the way no man had ever done, not even Nick Orlando. He grabbed her legs and made her ass bounce up and down on the floor in loud slapping sounds. Suddenly, she screamed. The fucking, even for her, was too intense to hold off.
"I'm Cummmiiinnngggg! Aggghhh!"
"Me too! Me too! Oh, shit! Here it goes! Gggaahhhh!"
She felt him flood her with sperm. She felt like she was floating in a sea of it. And at the moment, she wanted to drown.
Her hands continued to hold his buttocks, forcing him to remain completely inside her until he finally softened.
When he came out, he seemed apologetic.
"I'm a little quick on the trigger sometimes," he said, "but I can keep coming all night. So you never have to worry about getting yours, "
"You had me off in seconds, darling," she said, smiling. She decided to wait a while before she explained that seven or eight orgasms were her average.
"You know, Reef," Margaret said when they were both dressed again and looking respectable, "I think you'd be a really perfect person to escort me to a little party that's coming up in the near future."
"Really? Well, sure, Margaret. Any time you need an escort."
"Well, darling, you might just find this party as much fun as I'm sure I will. In fact, I'll have to be honest with you. This little session we just had, well, I was, I was sort of, auditioning you!"
"Oh? Well, now, just what kind of party are you talking about?"
Margaret Webster smiled sheepishly.
"What starts with O and rhymes with ORGY?"