The next day's history class dragged by. Jack had told Fawn he wanted to see her after class. She could hardly wait. Thoughts of them sneaking off to his apartment and screwing again filled her head. That would drive away the dull ache deep in her gut.
The bell rang and Jack said, "Okay, class. Take off. Have a nice weekend." The last words were spoken to an empty classroom – empty save for Fawn.
"Come on up here, Fawn," he told her. "I want to know if you were serious about saying you'd help me out in whatever way you could."
Her heart in her throat, she answered, "Sure, Jack. Anything." And she meant it.
He silently unzipped his pants. His cock limply flopped out. He gazed down at it and then told her, "Suck it hard. Even better, suck me off."
"Here, in the classroom? But we might be seen!"
His grin told her he got off on that thrill of possible discovery. "Sure we might. But go ahead and do it! NOW!"
She almost jumped to his crotch to take his cock lovingly in hand. It pulsed weakly, not at all like the vibrant prick she'd had in her cunt the day before. But she'd change that in a hurry. If he wanted her to give him head, she'd give him the best blow-job ever!
Her lips closed firmly on the very tip of his prick. The plum-tipped cock began hardening the instant she kissed it. As she sucked in more and more of the length, she found herself with a growing mouthful of prick. No Linda Lovelace, she had to back away as it hardened into its full length.
"Go on," he urged. "Suck harder!"
She began kissing and licking the entire length of the now-rigid boner. It was almost a holy relic for her. It was something to worship. This was the cock which had freed her from the bonds of childhood and awakened the woman in her loins.
She loved it. She had to show him exactly how much she loved his tasty prick.
Sucking it back into her mouth, she let her teeth drag over the sensitive sides. He groaned loudly but didn't complain. This spurred her on to even more active oral acrobatics.
Her tongue flew around and around the very tip, massaging, stroking, lightly touching. When she tried to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of his cock, both of them knew she couldn't succeed.
It didn't matter.
All that counted was the attempt. It gave them both a surge of pure, undiluted joy. Her knowledge of his excitement was transmitted by the added jerking and dancing around of the cock in her mouth.
"Keep going. And suck harder. I love it when you suck on my cock. Oh, yeah, yeah! That's the way, babe, that is itttt!"
She felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. Not knowing quite what to do, she cradled his prick with her rough, pink tongue. He seemed to like this. Every time she wiggled her tongue, he groaned just a little louder.
Once, she feared someone was coming into the room. The doorknob rattled just as the man emitted a particularly soulful moan of joy. She started to abandon her post at his cock but powerful fingers laced through her hair and kept her head planted firmly at his crotch.
"Keep sucking. Let me worry about us getting caught," he told her.
The words seared in the girl's ears. She couldn't believe the man would be so blatant about this. The thought of someone coming in just as she was taking the prick into her mouth added a certain thrill to the blow-job, however.
In spite of herself, she was getting hot at the possibility of someone – like the principal – discovering her giving her teacher head.
"You do it real good," he told her, his voice beginning to quaver a bit more than it had. The teenager knew she was really stirring the man's passions when his cock began to expand.
It had been large as soon as she took it fully into her mouth. With her tongue pressed sensuously against it, she could feel the excited blood throbbing hard in the fleshy length. The girth broadened and, though it hardly seemed possible, she thought the cock was actually growing longer.
She sucked harder.
The response was immediate. She had a mouthful of salty cum. As the first gooey white bullet of jism arched over her tongue and splattered into her tonsils, she was repulsed. This wasn't the way it should be. The cock should have been in her cunt, fucking her hard and long.
Then she captured a little of the cum on her tastebuds. The savory taste was enough to convince her. She was addicted to sucking cock, sure. Now she had an added source of enjoyment – a man's cum.
"Ummm, goood!" she managed to mumble around the thick plug of prick in her mouth.
Her teacher could only moan and thrust his still spurting cock hard into her mouth. He was face-fucking her and she loved it.
Her sucking became a thing of honor with her. She had to milk him of every single drop of his pearly cum. Greedy and hungry for cock, she licked and lapped up his jism until his prick melted and flowed from her mouth.
A single drop of cum dribbled down her chin.
Jack looked down at her and said, "Be neater next time," but he smiled as he said it.
Fawn grinned up at him and let her tongue loop out to snare the blob of his cum. She eagerly scooped it up and slurped it into her mouth. A look of contentment came over her face.
"Goddamn, but you really enjoy that, don't you?"
"Sure, Jack. Anything with you is super!" The look on her face told him she wasn't just hyping him. She meant it.
"Well, if you'll do anything for me, I desperately need out of this jam with Ears Logan."
"I thought everything was okay, with him after… after I let him fuck me." The girl had a moment's fear that the bookie had gone back on his word.
"I… I made another bet. I lost." The forlorn look on Jack's face made Fawn want to comfort him. This betting thing was so bad! If only she could help him.
But how?
He told her.
"Look, Fawn. You know Big Jim Franklin? The basketball star?"
"Sure. Everyone does. He's the reason Eight Mile High School is going to win the state championship. The big game tonight will get us into the finals." She sighed thinking about Big Jim.
He earned his nickname – he was big. Almost seven feet tall, in fact. An idle thought passed across her mind as she wondered if he had a cock to match his height.
"I've made a deal with Ears. Some heavy betting has gone down on the other team. I want you to, uh, keep Big Jim occupied so he'll miss the game tonight."
Fawn looked at Jack, barely understanding what he was asking of her. She agreed and was pleased at the relief on his face. Anything that could make him this happy was something she'd have to go through with.
But how could she keep Big Jim away from the game short of kidnapping him?
Then it hit her what Jack was asking of her. He wanted her to seduce the basketball player, to have him fuck her. Nothing else would be incentive enough for the star player to miss such an important game.
A shudder hit her. Then she looked into her history teacher's eyes. The pleading, the sorrow, convinced her. She'd do it. For Jack, she'd do it and to hell with the consequences.
Fawn had dressed up in a way she thought would surely catch Big Jim's attention. The black stockings and the ultra-tight skirt and blouse, unbuttoned almost to her navel, would surely stop him in mid-stride.
The attire had been getting all sorts of wolf whistles from virtually everyone else. It had to attract the basketball player. Otherwise, she'd be lost.
And so would Jack Harris. He'd told her Ears would kill him if Eight Mile High didn't lose the game. Big money had been bet on the underdog and the people doing the betting didn't like to lose.
They got mean when they lost money.
Finally, Jim came striding out. Fawn caught her breath involuntarily. She'd seen the basketball player many times during games, but never up so close. He was a giant.
She was only five-foot-three and he was almost seven feet tall. The twenty-one-inch difference made for a ludicrous combination, but Fawn steeled herself to make the pitch. She had to keep him out of the game tonight. If it took her body to do it, the price was cheap. She kept thinking of what would happen to Jack if she failed.
"Hi, Jim," she said, looking up at the player. "Got a minute?"
She threw her shoulders back a little more to press her tits against the already tight blouse. Her nipples appeared in relief on the thin fabric. It was immediately apparent she hadn't bothered to wear a bra.
"Sure, honey. For someone who looks as good as you, I got all the time in the world. What can I do for you?"
She coyly lowered her eyes and found herself staring almost directly into the boy's crotch. He was only eighteen, but her original speculations about the size of his prick came back to haunt her.
If the mound in his jeans was any indication, he had one hell of a big cock.
"Lots, I'll bet. Can we go somewhere more private?"
Jim glanced at his watch, then said, "Sure thing. I got an hour or so before the coach wants the team here for the game. Think of a way to kill the time?"
"All sorts of ways I can see," she said. Her hand went out and wiggled into his pocket. She felt his prick quiver in anticipation. It began to harden into a real fucking tool as she lightly stroked it through the cloth of his pants.
"Do you go around picking up studs like this all the time? How come you've neglected me for so long?"
"Maybe I was saving the best for last. Tell me, do nice guys finish last?"
Jim laughed a deep, booming laugh. "I hope so. With a hot one like you wrapped around my prick, I'll do my damnedest to finish last. Never did believe in the first come, first served philosophy of fucking."
"Good." She guided him away with her hand. He came willingly. On impulse, she asked, "Do chicks pick you up like this often?"
"All the time. Something about being a star, maybe. Or it could be curiosity."
"What do you mean?"
"They all want to find out if my cock matches my height. It does."
"Show me."
He smiled. "Here's a good place."
He led her into the school again. The halls were deserted and he boldly pushed his way into the teacher's lounge. It was carpeted and had a large sofa.
"Here we are, babe. Nobody ever comes in here after 3:30 or so. We got it all to ourselves."
"And I've got you all to myself." The nervousness faded as she began stripping off her blouse. She was curious to see the player's prick.
He had bragged about its length. Her crotch was growing moist at the thought it was big and thick. It had to be a real pussy-pleaser.
The couple buttons on her blouse were quickly undone and she stood naked to the waist in front of him. He whistled appreciatively and she threw him the discarded blouse.
"Here. Hold this for me. And I'll hold something of yours!"
She reached down and quickly pulled out his cock. It was her turn to whistle in surprise. He hadn't been lying. His prick thrust up a full foot long, maybe more. She simply couldn't believe it was so long!
"Just wait till it gets really hard," he told her.
She didn't waste time on words. Her eager mouth clamped on the very tip of his prick. Sucking, she began working down the long shaft. It wasn't possible to take it entirely into her mouth. She had trouble with pricks only seven or eight inches long. Only a sword swallower could have taken his entire length without gagging.
But she did her best.
He was reduced to a moaning, begging mass of flesh in nothing flat. The way she kissed the sides of his erection, then took his hairy sac into her mouth and gently teased it with her tongue did the trick. He fell back on the soft divan and motioned her to climb onto his prick.
"Not yet," she said, conscious of the time. She had to prolong this fucking as long as she could. He had to miss the game. It wouldn't do to have him screw her, then split. She'd have the enjoyment of his cock, but Jack would be dead.
"Here. Take my hand." She gripped his thick wrist and pulled it to her leg. Guiding it up caused her to moan in counter-tempo with him.
"Hot damn!" he exclaimed. "You don't have any panties on!"
"No, Jim darling, I don't. Just a garter belt to hold up the stockings. I wanted everything to be ready… for you!"
"Hot damn!" he repeated. "I'm sure as hell ready! And the way your cunt's juicing now, I'd say you are, too!"
Huge hands gripped her around her petite waist and hoisted her bodily into the air. She struggled a little. She wanted him to feel her up some more. A bit more cocksucking, and then… then she'd let him screw her.
He obviously had other plans.
She found her legs split wide on either side of his massive body. He was so tall, he didn't appear big. But he was. The boy was massive, all muscle and bone.
He gently dropped her around his upward thrusting cock. She reached down and gripped his prick so that it was aimed directly at her snatch. As it touched her outer pussy lips, a wracking shudder passed through her young body.
"Oh, Christ, I never thought it'd be like thiiiiis!"
"Sure it is, babe. Big and thick and just right for your tight little cunt!"
The pole shoved harder into her twat. Her hips began to take over. She felt her body swinging from side to side, corkscrewing down on his cock. The way he stretched her inner membrane made her shriek and cry out in abject pain.
She hadn't thought he would be this big!
He was. And she began to rejoice in his thickness when her young cunt accommodated the big prick. He completely filled her to overflowing. And more cock was coming in all the time. He was lowering her on his boner. She didn't think it was possible for her to get all that impossibly long cock into her cunt.
She was wrong.
It felt as if she could swallow and taste cock, it was jammed so far up her gut, but she took every last inch of it. And then it was her turn to give a little pleasure in return.
Squeezing her cunt, she could feel every ridge, every fold, every bump on his jerking prick. She imagined she could even sense the thick vein throbbing wildly on the top of his cock.
"God, you're tighter than any bitch I ever fucked!" he sobbed out. The tears were running down his face from reaction. She almost laughed at him, then realized tears were streaking her own cheeks. This was getting to both of them in a big way.
Wiggling her ass a little gave a brand new sensation of pleasure. His cock nudged deeply into her deeply buried cervix. The motion caused his cock to burrow even deeper up her quim.
Electric charges zinged back and forth in her belly and up her spine. The mere feel of his cock filling her as it did was enough to make her catch her breath. Her body threatened to climax at any instant.
When he reached under her skirt and found her clit, that was all it took for her to blast off.
She thrashed wildly about the impaling spike of cock. She began bouncing up and down. There was no worry about the cock slipping out of her cunt. Not with a prick this long!
She got off twice more before she was able to control her body. The teenager had never believed only a long cock was needed for pleasuring a girl.
"I can't breathe!" he complained. "Feels like a giant sitting on my chest. You really take my breath away!"
She could see his massive chest heaving up and down. It wasn't enough that she was enjoying this. She had to give him enough to continue with her far past the time he was due at the game.
Slowly, she lifted herself off his cock. With a lewd sucking noise, the cock slid from her cunt. When only a couple inches was left inside her cunt, she began sliding down his pole again. With the cock entirely in her, their crotches touching, she began swinging from side to side. This ground her bush into his.
The sharp gasp and the massive jerk of his cock in her cunt told her he was getting a full measure of excitement from her tight pussy. She wanted to keep him on the hook.
She repeated the motion. This time, her descent was faster. She gasped as the cock surged into her. It generated more friction than any man's cock ever had before. And all along the length of her twat, that massive prick rubbed and caressed and stimulated her.
He was touching her innermost pussy walls with his cock.
And he wasn't missing a single square inch anywhere along the way!
She tried to be cool about it and failed. The feelings he was building up in her young body were too much for her to control.
The girl had still another orgasm. And this time she strained the basketball player's stamina to the breaking point. As she was gliding down from her sexual high, she felt his cock begin to thrash around madly inside her twat.
The boy's cock erupting was similar to having a rifle stuffed up her cunt, then fired. The white bullets of his jism smashed into her tender inner tissues. She felt as if she'd sat down on a volcano and it was blasting hot lava into her belly.
She shook as if she had some sort of erotic palsy, then abandoned herself. She fucked wildly, wantonly, up and down the entire length of his cock as he was gushing out his cum.
She got off twice more before his prick dissolved inside her. Fawn smiled down at the prone boy. He was drenched in sweat. Bending forward, she carefully licked some of the perspiration off his face.
"That was too much!" he said, his voice husky. "I never found a cunt as tight as yours! I thought you were going to gobble me up!"
"I tried, honestly, I tried!"
"Yeah. But I better get a move on. The game's going to start in a while and I can't miss it. How about after the game?"
"Can't, Jim. But what's wrong with right now? Another quickie?" She sidled down his body and began licking the cum off his prick. Even deflated it was bigger than most cocks she'd seen. Although her experience with men was definitely limited, she knew this had to be a monster of a cock.
"No, got to goooo, oh, shit, don't you start doing thaaat!" he begged.
He tried to rise but his body betrayed him. The girl's agile tongue was working all around his cock. She had unerringly found his balls and was tormenting them with the very tip of her tongue. Plying them back and forth, she soon had him erect again.
"Got to go, gotta!" he kept saying over and over.
When he finally left, the game was well into the second half Fawn learned later that Eight Mile High had lost by a mere three points. Big Jim had been sorely missed.