Fawn quickly left the school. The deserted hallways gave her the creeps. She was sure that the teachers were lurking behind the doors, just waiting to pounce on her. And she had this gut-level feeling that all of them had been watching her seduce Big Jim.
She smiled to herself at the thought. It didn't really matter, she decided. So what if they had been watching? She'd enjoyed the bout with the basketball player. Never in her fifteen years had she seen a prick so huge, so powerful. It had been quite an experience having it jammed all the way up her twat.
Fawn knew she'd willingly let Big Jim fuck her any time he wanted. She also that, after tonight, he might not even be on the team. That didn't matter. They could take away his honor but no one could take away that huge cock.
That was what she was most interested in.
Ever since Jack had deflowered her, her body's demands for sex had been growing. No longer was she content to simply masturbate. She had to have sex with men having huge cocks.
Jack had turned her into a nymphomaniac.
The very thought of Jack waiting for her speeded her steps. She reached his apartment and boldly knocked. The gnawing hunger deep in her crotch was threatening to devour her. She had to have his cock plugged up her again. Only in this way could she drive out the demon of lust for a while.
He came to the door, a smile on his face.
"Fawn! Come in, come in!" He kissed her full on the lips. She wanted to pursue this farther but he pushed her away. She saw why.
Ears Logan was seated on the sofa leering at them.
Again, she felt the odd attraction-repulsion toward the bookie. There was something that appealed to her about him. He exuded an aura of raw power. He could do things, important things. Yet, he was a weasel of a man who was threatening Jack.
She couldn't forgive him for that.
"Good job, doll. A damn good job. Big played for less than two minutes. Damn, but I never saw a coach so pissed off before! Good work!"
"I did it because Jack said you were going to do bad things to him if I didn't. Don't get the idea I'll do this for you again," Fawn said.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. This scam wouldn't work more'n once. Not with you, at any rate. I was just leaving. So you two can be alone." He grinned and said to Jack, "Don't forget what I told you. There can be good money in it for all of us."
"I won't do it. But…" his voice trailed off as he looked at Fawn.
"Yeah, man, you just think on it." And Ears left, laughing.
"What was that about, Jack? Me?"
"Sort of, Fawn. It's nothing, really. Let's celebrate. I made a killing tonight! I not only got back all my markers from Ears, I collected a cool grand more!"
"That's nice. Now that you're out of debt, are you going to stop? The betting, I mean?"
"Hell, baby, when I'm this hot, that's when I have to bet! My luck's improved since I met you! You're my good luck charm. Let me rub you a bit for some more luck!"
She liked the way he came to her, bent over her, firmly kissed her full on the lips. The teenager let her ruby lips drift open just a little. This was all the invitation the teacher needed. His tongue came into her mouth.
For long minutes, their tongues entwined. She pushed his tongue out of the way and invaded his mouth. His saliva tasted sweeter than any wine. She thought she was getting drunk on it. When his tongue came and wrapped itself around hers, she began a slow, deliberate stroking motion.
Rough pink tongue fondling tongue, she pushed both their passions to the breaking point. Finally, Jack broke off the deep kiss and panted. "Even your mouth's hot! Come on. Let's get a drink and cool off a bit before we get hot again."
Fawn said nothing. She'd never been much of a drinker. On her first date, the boy had tried to get her drunk all that happened was she'd gotten deathly sick. The boy had never asked her out again. All he could talk about was her puking on the side of his car.
"Vodka okay for you? And bourbon for me." Jack quickly knocked back his drink and fixed another before handing the vodka to Fawn.
"I'm not much of a drinker, Jack." But she sampled the liquor and found it almost tasteless. It wouldn't be hard to get drunk fast on this.
"That's a vodka Collins. Tastes just like lemonade, doesn't it? Want another?"
Before she knew it, she was roaring drunk. She and Jack were soon naked and rolling on the floor, locked in each other's embrace. The slightest joke became hilarious. She couldn't stop herself from giggling when he began sucking on her tits.
"That's too much, Jack, just tooooo much!" she laughed. The man's mouth was tormenting her in new and wondrously different ways. She thought it might be partly the effect of the alcohol, but she was too drunk to really decide that for sure.
She laced her fingers through his long, black hair and pulled his face down between her ample jugs. He went "Brrrr!" and started licking up and down between her tits.
The sensation he created was almost painful in its intensity. If his tongue had been dipped in acid, it couldn't have given her greater stimulation. He worked up one snowy slope of titflesh and began sucking hard at her nipple.
His lightest tongue-touch made her catch her breath. He was expert at bringing her passions to a fever pitch. He slowly lapped along a curving path down a cone and up the other, then pounced. He totally engulfed the entire tip of her other boob.
He began working on the captured nipple with his teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, only enough to stimulate, he ran his teeth back and forth over the ultra-sensitive nubbin.
She thought she'd pass out from the erotic sensations smashing through her youthful, trim torso.
"My… my chest is on fire! It feels like it's filled with liquid fire and it's all pooling in my lungs!"
"Umph!" was all the answer she received. The man was too busy attending to those succulent mounds of titflesh. He wanted them crammed into his mouth where he could taste them. The flesh was slightly tangy with salt, the salt from her sweat. He licked it all up eagerly.
But he wanted those marshmallowy mounds of her knockers in his mouth. He tried to swallow one mountain of jug whole. He failed.
For a fifteen year old, she had more than ample tits. Her boobs were huge.
"This isn't getting me anywhere," he complained, looking up at the girl. Her eyes had glazed from arousal. He decided it was time to go the route with her.
"Fuck me, Jack. I want to feel your lovely cock driving in and out of me. I want to feel it all!"
"Soon, doll, soon. Have another drink. And I'll be back in a second. I just want to get some things from the medicine chest."
She downed her drink, feeling it tingle all the way down her throat. She sighed and lay back on the carpet. Fucking on it seemed to be the best Jack could do. Of all the times she'd made it, she'd never done it in bed. She wondered if he would screw her in his bed.
Trying to stand proved more of a problem than she'd thought. Too much liquor betrayed her. Knees were too weak to support her and her sense of balance gone, the teenager had to be content with simply sitting on the floor. It struck her as incredibly funny.
"What are you laughing at, dear?" Jack asked, coming into the room with his safety razor and shaving cream.
"Oh, everything, everything," she said. "What the hell are you going to do? Shave?"
"Yeah. You."
"Me? I don't have a beard!" she laughed, stroking her chin, then reaching out to stroke his. "Neither do you right now."
"No, but you've got some hair that's got to go. Makes you seem too old for me." His fingers stroked across her auburn pussy mound, then gripped hard. He pulled and toppled her onto her back. Her bush was exposed to his eager gaze. Hands trembling, he stroked over the smooth, fleecy pubic hair until the girl asked, "Are you going to just look? Or are you going to do something… exciting!"
"Hush, child. I'm going to make you a helluva lot more attractive to a lot of men. Lean back and just let me work on your bush."
His hands drifted forward and he began diddling her clit. The sudden flash of delight that leaped through her made the teenager gasp for breath. She closed her eyes and just drifted with the feelings running wild in her belly.
It was so good of him to do this for her. She loved him so! Anything he wanted, she'd give him.
"Ummm, wh-what're you doing?" she asked, feeling sudden warmth across her snatch.
Looking down, she saw her teacher applying a liberal coating of shaving cream. Her entire crotch was drenched with the frothy stuff.
"Just be quiet. I'm shaving your snatch."
The man's words didn't immediately penetrate the alcohol-fog blanketing her brain. She merely sighed and reveled in the warmth seeping into her most sensitive flesh. When the man began shaving her pubic hair off, she began to laugh.
"That's tickling me," she said.
"Almost done. Then… then, I'll give you a royal screwing you won't ever forget," he promised.
She shuddered in anticipation. That was what she wanted from him. This business about his shaving her bush was just… just what? The thoughts refused to come to her drunken mind.
A sharp intake of air caused her to open her eyes again. The teacher was licking his lips.
He said, "God, I never thought that would change you so much. You're just like a little girl now. No pussy fur or nothing! I… I gotta fuck you quick!"
She grunted as he threw himself full length on her body. His weight shoved her firmly down into the carpet, but it was his erect cock driving hard up her cunt that really excited her.
"Shaved cunt, by God, a shaved pussy!" he kept muttering over and over, his cock flying like the wind in and out of her cunt.
The friction mounted so rapidly the teenager wasn't able to fully handle her own emotions. She simply let the wondrous feeling of being fucked wash over her. She came, amid shrieks and groans of carnal delight. This was the way it should be. A man shoving his long, hard cock all the way up her juicy cunt.
But not just any man. This was her man, the man she so desperately loved. For him, she'd do anything. Even let him shave her pussy.
The full impact of what he'd done to her still didn't register on her brain. In addition to the alcohol, sex was now numbing her thought processes. The pleasurable sensations welling up from her cunt overwhelmed the young girl.
She came again.
Struggling against the spike of cock impaling her, she shoved her hips downward as hard as she could. It was suddenly important that she get as much of that prick into her as possible.
Her fingernails raked long, bloody streaks on the man's back. Neither of them noticed. They were too busy enjoying the feelings building in their loins.
"Harder, deeper!" she gasped. Her fingers sought a grip on his broad back. She had to pull him down into her body. The only things mattering to her now were his cock surging back and forth like a piston in her well-greased twat and the man's weight pressing her down.
His chest rubbed suggestively against her tits. The hair matting his chest tickled and tormented her nipples. Most of all, the weight of her teacher pressed her tits almost flat.
It wasn't possible for him to permanently reshape those mountains of titflesh. He only succeeded in mashing them into her body, but that was more than enough to please the girl.
He pulled himself erect then and looked down into her chocolate brown eyes. She was so like a small girl, a girl much younger than fifteen. He could imagine she was only ten or twelve. The size of her tits gave her away, but he was able to fantasize her to be much younger because of her shaven crotch.
Looking down to where his prick vanished between her pinkly scalloped inner sex lips, his was the only bush to be seen. She was nude, shaved as bare as any child of ten.
"Don't stop," she moaned from between tightly clenched lips. The feel of his cock inside her was her entire world. That was all she lived for. Without it, she'd surely go insane.
"Don't worry, darling. I'm just taking a good look at how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful now that I've cut away all that useless hair in your snatch."
"Ummm, oh, I don't care about that! All I care about is you! You and that fantastic prick! Fuck me now. Don't stop. Do it all night long!"
"Anything for you," he murmured. His hips didn't resume the exact tempo he'd used before. That was reserved for a more mature woman. This was a child, a mere babe in arms.
He drove his cock into her hot cunt with short, rapid strokes. He was ramming with thrusts designed to spark her inner fires and bring her the maximum amount of pleasure as fast as possible. He could string her out with slow, long and deep strokes or he could push her all the way to orgasm in a hurry.
He wanted her to momentarily forget about what he'd done to her cunt. Pleasure would erase it all.
The teacher was right. The girl was completely held captive by his prick. That was all she could think about. It was the center of her universe.
As she arched her back, he rose up. With her legs locked around his waist, he was able to pull her ass up onto the tops of his thighs. She was completely bowed, her shoulders flat on the floor. Best of all, he could watch his cock going in and out of her shaved pussy.
The man had to swallow hard to keep from losing all his carefully mustered control. The very sight of that naked snatch was enough to get him off.
He fought the burning down. It was a slow tide pushing toward the end of his cock. He held it in check but knew it couldn't be restrained for much longer.
The friction of his rapid fucking had already taken its toll on the girl. The warmth flooded through her cunt and blasted forth into her belly. She shoved her crotch down firmly onto his as she came. The number of times she soared on the winds of ecstasy was lost to her. She couldn't keep track any longer.
All that mattered was the fine sensation ripping through her. She rode one tidal wave of passion after another. The smoothness of her cunt was a brand new experience. As her cunt juice trickled out from between her tightly pursed pussy lips, it lubricated her flesh.
The feel of his bush rubbing across her naked skin was a brand new experience. For a girl of fifteen, she was being pushed to the limits of human pleasure.
And she knew it. There couldn't be anything more pleasurable than the fucking she received from this wonderful man's cock.
When his fingers pressed down across the stubble left by his razor, she shivered as if with cold. But it was a hot flash lancing into her. He had unerringly found the tiny spire of her clit. Giving it a good going over, he nudged her closer and closer to still another climax.
His finger had circled around the base of the delicate nubbin. With a care she hadn't believed possible, he stroked all the way to the tip. Her arousal soared. It was almost impossible for her to catch her breath now. Everything he did to her was bringing her off.
"Like that, don't you?" His hand strayed from her clit and drifted across her pussy mound.
"Oh, yes, yes! And your cock! Keep fucking me! I'm burning up from it!"
"I just bet. I… I can't keep my cum in much longer. A-are you ready for it?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
He continued stroking over her newly cropped bush as he levered his hips back and forth. The angle he was entering her caused a real strain on the base of his cock. She was so Goddamned tight and hot and now the way he was getting into her conspired to rob him of his self-control.
He lunged forward, his hips relentlessly hurling his cock into the yearning cunt. She groaned and he felt her soft, velvety cunt walls squeeze his buried length. That was all it took to pull his cum from his balls.
He shot out gob after white-hot gob of cum into her pussy. It was as if the girl's cunt were milking him. Her muscles tightened, pulled and then relaxed in just the right way. Every single drop of his pearly jism was squeezed from his cock.
Afterwards, his cock shriveling he said, "If I hadn't popped your cherry myself, I'd've thought you were the Goddamnedest, youngest whore around. Never seen a chick who took to fucking as fast as you have."
She smiled sweetly. There was a radiance about her, the glow of a well-fucked woman. She said, "I had a good teacher."
Fawn was content to lie there on Jack's living room floor for a while. Somewhere along the way, the booze had burned itself out of her system. She was sober enough to know what he'd done to her.
Her hand rubbed over her cunt. She shuddered in reaction. Her pussy mound looked so bare now. Fawn simply didn't understand why her beloved Jack had done such a thing to her.
"Why did you have to shave it off? I thought you loved the way my bush got all wet and juicy when we fucked?"
Jack swallowed the dregs of his bourbon and unsteadily headed for the bottle.
"I had my reasons, Fawn. You'll find out what they are real soon now. Would you like to go on into the bedroom?"
Fawn smiled. At last! She'd get to fuck him on his bed. Most chicks complained that was the only place their guy ever screwed them. She didn't know whether she was lucky or not that she turned him on so much they never got past the living room floor.
"Sure, if you'll keep me company." She idly rubbed over her bare pussy mound since that seemed to excite him as much as anything she could do.
"In a few minutes," he said looking at the clock. "In a few minutes."
She hurried off to the bedroom to await him and his cock.