I can't deny I was getting plenty hot from the feel of Tim's mouth on my tits, not to mention the hand that was inside my panties and making me all steamy and wet between my legs. But to have the precocious little devil yelling about it to another kid was too much.
I struggled away from him enough to get his fingers out of my crotch and said, "Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" I tried to make my voice sound cool to ‘the point of florid anger, but the tremor in my throat was a dead give away to the way I really felt.
"Don't act alt high and mighty just because Petey's here," Tim shot back at me. "You're not the first teacher he'8 seen all hot and ready to be fucked."
I sputtered a lot and started to give them both a piece of my mind, but it didn't fool Tim for a minute. He could tell I was dying to be screwed, in spite of my best efforts to hide it.
"Don't leave Petey out in the cold just because he looks a little young to you," be said. "In case you didn't know it, Teach, plenty of boys need it when they're his age, and he's one of them. Hell, he's twelve. I was laying the meat to my twenty-year-old cousin when I was just ten."
Petey had been just standing by the locked door and taking in the scene up until now. But at this point he came to where we were standing in the middle of the room.
"I heard we were getting a new teacher," he said to Tim, "but I didn't know she'd be this good looking. Man, look at them knockers on her."
"Those knockers, not them knockers," corrected Tim with a teasing little laugh. "Want her to think the kids at Brightwater School don't even know their English?"
All the time Tim had been talking he had been engaged in slipping his hand back inside my skirt. And I have to admit I was only fighting him off with the least possible strength. His fingers were all the way down to my crotch again, and even though he hadn't slipped them inside my panties yet, I was plenty wet from just the thought of how it would feel if things went that far.
"The heck with English," the little carrot top retorted, "I'm more interested in French. C'mon, lemme kiss her while you feel her up, wilt ya? I wanna do more than just look, ya know!"
The very idea of the little brat thinking he could do what he wanted with me was appalling… but from the way his older friend was firing me up, it was also beginning to be true.
The crotch of my panties was more than just wet by then. My cunt was demanding to be touched, with no, more teasing around the thin fabric that Separated his fingers from the moist meat inside. He wasn't even moving his fingers, just applying ‘a slight pressure-but even that was enough to make me unbelievably horny.
"All right, Tim," I found myself saying, almost to my surprise. "If you're really as grown-up as you're acting, then let me see you keep on at what you've started. But you've got to get your wise assed little friend out of here. I can't see letting the little twirp stay in the same room with us."
This made Petey laugh. He could tell I was pissed off at the situation, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. He definitely wanted to watch, Tim and me in action, and he apparently wasn't going to let my feelings about the matter influence him in the slightest.
"Keep your frenching little tongue to yourself," Tim warned him. "All I told you to do was come see how hot ‘and wet she is, not to sample it."
Petey seemed somewhat abashed. At Tim's words, at least enough so that lie no longer pressed the issue. I let Tim tug me toward the bed while Petey sank to the floor in his tracks and kept watching us, excitement in his eyes and a hard ridge beginning to form in the crotch of his pants.
It was insane, it was mad, but when Tim began unbuttoning my blouse I did nothing to stop him. Petey's eyes fastened straight onto my unfolding cleavage like a magnet, and normally the shame of having such a young kid see me half naked would have been enough to send me bolting back into my clothes-but with Tim's hands on my hot panty crotch and thin brassiere, I was shameless. Petey stayed a few feet away, but it was quite obvious he would have loved to be handling me like his older friend.
"Jees, you really got a pair!" exclaimed Tim as he pulled down the front of my bra and put his hands on the smooth skin of my bulging tits.
"How do you know when you can't even see them yet?" I countered. By now I was so horny I talked 22straight and said what I meant, instead of acting like a "lady."
"Here, now you can get at them better," I whispered, reaching behind me and unclasping the straps.
My bra fell to my lap, and I wiggled out of my unbuttoned blouse and let it fall down my arms to the floor. The look in Tim's eyes told me he was more than just a fourteen-year-old kid. His gaze was that of a grown man as he feasted on the sight of my fits, and it was pretty clear to me he had seen more than a. few tits before in his short lifetime. He was obviously comparing mine with those of other girls he had screwed or made out with, and there was no doubt what he thought of them.
A couple of minutes before Petey had entered the room Tim had taken a quick taste of a nipple. Now his mouth was back on me in a flash.
I let myself fall back slowly until I was on my back, Tim bending with me and keeping his hungry mouth glued to my naked tit. Now I was flat on my back and squirming, wanting to be sucked and fucked by the kid, whether he was fourteen or whatever. His fresh young mouth stayed gloriously wet and warm as his tongue traced circles around my hard nipple, and every once in a while he allowed his teeth to touch me just long enough to send a new thrill of passion down my spine.
He rolled on top of me, and I felt the hard protrusion of his young, manhood press the mound of my heating cunt. I had my panties on still, and he hadn't even taken off his under shorts yet, but his cock was big enough and stiff enough to make me feel it through our underwear with no problem. The way I was squirming around beneath him made his cock rub up and down, I, over my cunt automatically, without him having to do a thing, but after just a few movements he couldn't help himself and started pumping his ass.
His mouth on my tits was nearly enough to make me come even if nothing more had happened. I've always been extremely sensitive in that area ever since I can remember, even before my childish nipples started growing into the big full tits of a woman. But he was using more than just his mouth, and I was loving it. He kept dry-fucking me all the while his lips were sucking my tits, and in addition he had slipped a hand under my ass so he could squeeze me against him every time he hunched forward.
"Darn it, Tim, take her panties off so you can stick it in, will you!" Petey called out suddenly.
I was so hot I'd nearly forgotten the kid was there. I realized my eyes had been closed as Tim and I ground away at each other's crotches. When I opened them and looked over Tim's shoulder, damned if the horny kid didn't have his cock out of his pants and was playing with it. No wonder he wanted to see Tim fuck me. He had been watching every move we made from only a few feet away and jacking himself off besides. He was clearly dying to see my naked cunt, even though the thin material of my underwear left very little to the imagination.
Hot as we were, Tim hadn't yet s1lpped his hand inside my panties and touched the naked flesh of my cunt yet. Now he did it. I felt a wild wet surge of passion surge through my crotch the second his fingers touched the curls of my hairs, and when he went on to the moist lips themselves, I damned near came right on the spot.
He kept up his ‘hunching movements, and since his hand was now on my cunt it was almost as though he was masturbating himself. My panties were still on, and it made me wonder how it felt to him to have their silky smoothness between his hand, which was actively trigging my wet cunt lips, and his cock, which was eagerly driving again and again against me from above.
I wasn't sure how much Tim knew about women -how they can come whether a guy's prick is inside them or not as long as they're hot enough by some other means. It was beginning to ‘happen to me now, and I relished the familiar rise of wonderful pussy-warmth and squishy wetness that told me I was on the brink.
I started breathing harder and faster and then jammed my cunt against his welcome fingers ‘till I came like a slut. I think I was saying something, mouthing some kind of tuck-talk, I'm not sure, but my next sensation was the touch of a hand on my ankle. It was little Petey. Watching me come had been too much for him, and he had to have his hand on me, I guess, even if it was only an ankle.
"Jeez, Tim," I heard him yell, "she already came before you even stuck it in her!"
"Shit, man," Tim excitedly yelled back, "don't you think I know it. She's hot as a goddamned pistol 1"
I was still huffing and puffing from my climax, and I knew I could come again soon if Tim kept up the action without letting me cool off too much.
He put his lips to mine, and as our mouths opened to each other I realized we had somehow never even kissed each other during the preceding few minutes of ‘passion.
"You mean you're just gonna kiss her?" Petey said with exasperation. "Go ahead and fuck her, for Christ's sake, will you! I never even got to see her cunt yet!"
Petey was well on his way to becoming a dyed-in-the-wool voyeur, it appeared. I looked at him again and saw that he was pumping his boy-sized cock and sweating as he looked on. It was obvious he. was about to come, and I had cast off my inhibitions so much that I found myself extremely turned on by the sight. I wasn't sure if he was old enough to shoot off, but I nevertheless found myself hoping he was. I was so sexed up I really wanted to watch the kid spurt a wad of come out of his pint-sized cock if he was able. The shame of having a kid of only fourteen fuck me was well past now, and even the fact that a twelve-year-old was looking on no longer fazed me. Their firm young bodies were delightful to see, and the fact that neither one was mature yet only added excitement to the episode. I felt a little dirty about it. I have to admit, but not nearly enough to make me want to quit.
"Keep your yap shut," Tim answered peevishly. "I don't need any help from you."
But even as he was talking, he was sliding my ‘panties downward of f my hips. He certainly hadn't needed Petey's prodding to get on with things.
I gladly raised my butt off the bed so he could drag them off, and he obliged by stripping me in in no time flat. He was so anxious to get me completely naked that he didn't even seem to notice Petey's hand on my ankle in the process. Of course, the little redhead quickly moved it so Tim could go ahead and pull the panties off over my feet, leaving me without a stitch. Then Tim jerked off his under shorts, and I finally felt his naked cock for the first time.
It was only touching the curls of my cunt hairs, but that was plenty sufficient to make my temperature soar once more. I was still wet as a goose from coming, and the cock-hunger in my dripping cunt was tremendous. He hugged me hard to his chest, making my tits feel like bursting, but it was just what I needed. I opened up wide for him and left no doubt about what I wanted. The damp 26heat of his groin melted into mine then, and right away I was rewarded by the feel of his rock-hard tool sliding into my joy hole. I 4early love the sensation of tool-slide in my pussy, and I must say that what Tim lacked in size he more than made up for with his magnificent stiffness. I've had more than a few men in me who were bang like horses, but when it came to staying nice' and hard they soon let me down. It's one thing to have a cuntful of cock that's barely hard enough to stay inside a woman without falling out, even if it's a nice big one-and quite another thing to have one that's good and stiff, even though it might be a bit on the small side.
"Hey, now I can get a good look," Petey yelped.
"Jeez, what a nice one she's got. It's so juicy she's dripping all over herself. And what a thick bush she's got around it!"
I'd have been not only embarrassed by such a comment but highly pissed off, normally.. Especially considering the source-a spindly twelve-year-old kid. But this was hardly a normal time, to say the least. ‘Under the circumstances, it actually excited me to hear the brat talk like that. And the way he was running his band up and down my leg added Mill more of a thrill. Tim was giving it to me real nice at this point, moving his prick in and out just the way I like it, but the additional spice of Petey's unexpected presence made me hotter still.
"Don't let him bother you with all his yapping," Tim said, breathing hard as he spoke. "I'd make him get, the hell off the bed if I wasn't so… augh… goddamned horny and hot for your… ungh… hot for your… umm… cunt!"
"Forget about him, lover," I whispered, wanting to reassure him. "Just keep feeding me this stiff prick?"
The truth was that I wanted to make sure Tim didn't run him off-the horny little brat was giving my legs such a nice, sensuous massage I wanted him to keep it up. I didn't see how it was possible for Tim not to notice what he was doing to me, but after I told him to forget about the kid, Tim seemed to do just that. I opened my eyes again and looked down over Tim's shoulders to see Petey going to work on himself with one hand and reaching as far up my legs as possible with the other. Just a little more and he would have his hand right between Tim's thighs and mine.
"Oh man, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna get my nuts off!" Tim exclaimed.
I wished he could last just a shade longer, but he'd done so well that I truly didn't have much to complain about. I started working my ass up and down so I could get my goodies in time, but I wasn't quite fast enough, and he collapsed on me as he groaned and shot off. The ‘wonderful feeling of a pussy full of hot come was pretty fantastic, even if it wasn't as good as coming. He rolled off but I still kept hold of his cock. I played with it while he lay beside me with his eyes closed and took long deep breaths. Its softness didn't bother me any, but I sure wished he could have stayed bard just a little longer. I kept playing around with it, letting the slippery come run all through my band to his balls, but it didn't show any sign of perking up and getting hard again very soon.
I would have been content to just lie and fool around with his cock ‘till it got hard again. I was sure it would come around before too long, Tim being so young and in such good shape. But I didn't have to wait at all. Little Petey suddenly moved up from below and slipped his hand between my legs. Re was much bolder than I had ever Imagined he would be!
My first instinct was to push him away and 2$roll sideways, but when that failed to dislodge the little fucker's hand from between my legs I changed my mind fast. He went straight for my cit and immediately began rubbing real soft and gentle on it with his thumb and forefinger. His obvious experience surprised me as much as it delighted me, but I still wasn't ready to give in to him.
After all, a twelve-year-old lover was ridiculous, I told myself. Fourteen was bad enough, but twelve would really be robbing the cradle.
"Come on," he whined, almost as though asking for milk shake or candy bar, lemme have a piece, will ya! You let Tim do it to you and. he's only two years older than me."
"You ought to have your mouth washed out with soap," I said to him. "Give you a piece, indeed."
I wasn't as outraged by his words as I was pretending to be, but I did think it was awfully cheeky of the kid to talk to me in such a familiar way.
"Okay," he chirped brightly, "I'll let you wash my mouth out with soap if you'll let in a wash out something of yours… your pussy, with my tongue!"
What sass! But I did have to give the kid credit for a little wit. Back when I was his age, any boys I knew would have been scared to touch a girl, much less talk about it to one the way he was doing to me.
What's more, he promptly demonstrated that he meant what he said. Without even missing a beat, Petey crawled up and plastered his mouth on the wet, red lips of my pussy. He kept his fingers going on my clit and sucked the soft flesh of my outer slit. As hot as I was from not quite making it with Tim only a few minutes before, the attention little Petey was giving me was something I could hardly afford to reject.
I made a sighing noise in my throat in spite of myself, and as be kept up the tongue action I found myself getting nice and wet again.
"Look at him go," Tim said, rolling onto his side and watching us. "Guess he likes the taste of my come, huh 7"
I would have thought that Tim would have been angry with Petey for taking over where he left off right in front of him, but it was more as though he was just a little spiteful.
Then he said, "Don't you, Petey? Don't you? Pull your face out of, her cunt long enough to tell her how my come tastes, will ya? Tell her how it feels to lick my come out of her hole!"
It was more bantering than malicious, making me think the two of them might have been together with a girl before some time or other. His words seemed intended to mock and insult the younger kid, but not to vent any real spleen.
By this time, he was getting so hot I felt his cock rubbing up and down my shins and ankles. He still had all his clothes on, including shoes, shirt and pants-but his fly was open from when he had been playing with himself, and his little prick was red and shiny and hard as a ten-penny nail.
He made no effort at all to answer Tim's badgering comments. He would have had to take his mouth away from my muff to do that, and he showed absolutely no inclination to do so.
I couldn't help telling him how he was making me feel, even though I felt like a dirty whore for speaking such words to a young kid like him.
"That's the way, honey," I whispered to him, "give me a good licking. Umm, Jesus, but that feels good. Tongue it out good for me. Give me a whole cuntful of that hot little tongue, will you… eat me out all the way, suck my snatch ‘til I come… oh, don't stop… don't stop ‘till I get my goodies!"
The kid was beside himself with desire just as I 2$was. His hand fairly flew as he jacked himself off I reached down and covered it with my own.
"Here, sweety," I said. "Let me help you out there. Let me work on that thing for you."
He gladly removed his hand and grabbed a tit, reaching over his head and blindly groping for it without even raising his face from my snatch for a second.
"You horny little devil," I said, "I'll bet you didn't think I knew how to jerk you off, did you?"
His only response was a sucking noise and increased activity inside my wet fuckhole.
"There, you like it like that?" I went on, softly sliding his loose foreskin up over his fat little knob and back again. He was uncircumcised, so he had plenty of smooth, stretchy skin for me to play with.
"Here sweetie, let me get you going."
I let my finger, go a little faster, still careful to give him plenty of pressure without going overboard and squeezing it too hard or too fast.
"Like this, sweetie? Like it when I, do this for you?"
I allowed my fingers to travel a bit farther down each time, so that I was gradually giving his scrotum an affectionate stroke every time I moved my hand.
"And how about this?"
I went still lower and handled his balls lightly, letting him know how good a woman can make a male feel if she takes her time and knows what she's doing.
"You sure do sound like you're getting awfully hot, sweety… are you about to shoot off?"
Again his only answer was a slurp slurp slurp between my slippery-hot pussy lips. I opened my thighs and closed them again, getting a nice, grip on his ears and hugging his cheeks tightly against my damp akin. Now the kid was beginning' to huff and puff some, just like Tim had been ‘doing before he shot off.
"Don't hold it back, let it come. Go ahead and let your little cock shoot off!"
At that instant I felt the hot spray of come fly all over my hand. I've always thought that ‘having a man shoot off on you where you can feel it was one of the most arousing things in the world, and this was no exception. Even though Petey wasn't old enough to shoot off as much as older guys, the heat and thickness of his pure white discharge gave me a marvelous sensation as it covered my hand and splattered onto my, wrist. It was almost as good as when Tim had gotten off his rocks into my cunt, where it's more expected. Petey had hi~ eyes closed when he did it, and was scrunching them shut as though in pain. But I knew it wasn't pain at all, but simply the intense pleasure of coming that made him do it.
I stroked his balls some and patted his little cock as it got smaller, then drew my sticky wet fingers to his nose. The smell of his virile young love juice was so lovely in my nostrils that I wanted him to smell it too. He was still lying still and breathing hard, and didn't even seem to notice my fingers under his nose, so I brought my hand to my own nose and savored the wonderful aroma myself.
Tim, who had been lying beside us rather quietly as he rested, became very interested in what I was doing. At first it had been him who was doing shocking things to me, but now it appeared it was the other way around. He stared with glazed eyes at me smelling the come on my hand.
At first I think he was a little revolted ‘to see rue acting that way; but then I saw the unmistakable glint of passion return to his eyes.
"Jesus, teach," he said excitedly, "you must really be horny to dig doing something like that."
When I quit limiting myself to sniffing what was on my fingers and began licking it off, Tim was beside himself. I knew it made him think how it might be for me to be licking the come off his own cock. Since all I'd let him do was fuck me- and in plain old missionary style at that-I could well imagine bow many new ideas I was planting in his bead.
Petey still had his clothes on, since he had only had his fly unzipped in the first place and had had me jack him off without bothering to take off any more clothes. But Tim was naked as a jaybird beside me, and I could see the end of his tool grow fat and swell farther from his groin with every second. He was getting turned on again fast, no question about it.
I was hot as I could be by this time, considering all the sex play that had been going on with two of them. I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted Tim to do it. After all, he had been resting a while and was fresh for it.
I needed it so bad I was quite willing to talk about it.
"Got some more love for' me?" I asked him.
"You kidding?" he answered. "I've been dying to get my cock back in you ever since you jerked Petey off and then sucked his come off your fingers!"
"Sucking come off my fingers isn't what I want this time, lover boy," I candidly told him. "I want to suck it off the real article for a change-that hard little cock of yours. Any objections?"
"Shit no!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping I could get you to' do that. It was great fucking you, but watching you lick that stuff of Petey's off your fingers makes me want to have your mouth on ‘my dick. Will you really give me a blow job?"
I made a move to sit up and reach for my panties, but the kids stopped me with new and loving attentions. I was amazed at what I had said to these two little fledgling fuckers and at the demanding tone of voice I had used, but it got results. And I was much too heated up to think anything about the morality of my actions.
Tim turned back toward me and' scooted up on the bed until his crotch ~was directly facing my mouth. Although I had initially wanted him to fuck me again while I sucked off his little friend, I now wanted to be fucked by Petey's little prick while I gave Thu a blow job. I was as much in a dither as they were, constantly changing my mind about what I wanted to hive done to me under the influence of their lovely little pricks and their youthful, hard-muscled bodies.
Petey kicked off his pants and underwear and crawled eagerly between my legs. I spread wide for him and felt the tentative probes of his little prick against the damp skin of my inner thighs. He might have fucked girls before, I thought to myself, but maybe the sight and feel of a grown woman's hungry cunt was a little too much for him to handle.
I made him feel right, at home by squirming into position and drawing my long legs up and down on the outside of his. There could be no mistaking~ the fact that I not only was going to let him fuck my pussy, but that I dearly wanted him to do it.
As I felt the end of his youthful prong slide into the vestibule of my wide-open fuckhole, I turned my attention to Tim's crotch. His cock was right in front of my face, and he was already moving his hips back and forth in anticipation of having me suck him. I could smell the erotic scent of his sweating ‘boy-balls and prick, and even imagined I could feel the heat of his glands against my face.
I stuck out my tongue and bestowed a few teasing licks on the end of his dong. I was teasing myself every bit as much as I was teasing him, but felt like getting him really worked up before giving the full suck-job I had in mind.
"Ungh," he grunted, as the end of my tongue fluttered against his fat little glands.
Umm ummmmm, I heard myself gasp, hardly aware the noise was coming from my own mouth.
By now little Petey's cock was eagerly and gloriously sliding in and out of my hot hole like a piston, and my gasping was caused by the double attention I was enjoying. To have my lips on Tim's cock-I had now moved on to that-was sexy enough to me, but have the added thrill of Petey's prick going in and out my snatch was beautiful.
"Whew," whispered Petey, "this feels better than any time I've… any time I've ever done it. Your pussy is go hot and wet and hairy… lots better than the girls my age I've fucked. Some of them are darned near hairless, and they hardly ever get as wet as you are. Their cunts stay dry for a long time unless you play with them a lot-"
"Shut up and fuck her, will ya!" broke in Tim. "She doesn't want talk, she wants a dick up her snatch. Didn't you hear her just get through telling us that?"
Petey obeyed his older friend and got down to fucking. The kid slammed his little ass against me and I began to feel myself start the movements of coming. Deep inside my cunt I could feel the heat swell me up like a balloon. It made me jam Tim's prick all the way into my mouth ‘and really start giving him the business. There was no holding back, now. I sucked the hard shaft of his cock just as much as its throbbing red crown.
Petey was going to town on my cunt like a little wild boy. I could feel his taut young stomach slide up and down mine as he drove his tool home. Re suddenly shot me into paradise by grasping my tit in his ravenous little mouth and sucking like a fiend. I was starting to get my jollies now, and I didn't care who knew it.
Tim could undoubtedly feel my tongue and throat quivering on his cock as I made wild attempts to say something, to cry out at how blessedly hot and near to the peak I was, but my hunger for his pulsing prick was too much for me to let it out of my mouth for one second. I jerked my ass up and down on the bed in a frenzy of wet hominess, and when I came I felt the added delight of Tim's cock shooting a mouthful of hot, lovely sperm into my' throat.
"Ungh… oh Jesus… shiiiit!" he yelled as he came off in me and felt his come running out the corners of my lips.
Little Petey gave a yelp and sobbed on my wet tit like a baby, for at that very instant he was paying me his dues by spurting a load into my pussy.
The three of us lay quivering and sated from the action, then in only seconds we all relaxed and flopped onto our backs together as our satisfied, deep breathing filled the air. We lay silent for some minutes before anyone spoke.
It was Tim who broke the ice. "Wow," he said, "what a fucking that was! I knew darned well you'd be a great fuck as soon as I walked into the room."
His words sounded a little too cocky for me. "Don't be so wise, Tim," I rebuked. "I can assure you that if I hadn't been especially in the mood for it, you two kids wouldn't have gotten within ten feet of me-much less gotten into my panties."
He didn't seem to be really cowed, but for once he shut up. Maybe he didn't want to risk losing a chance at more pussy at some future date, or maybe it was just that the difference in our ages was finally beginning to mean something to him. As for little Petey, he did nothing but lie on his back with come dripping off his shrunken cock and a big smile on his face.
A very disquieting thought suddenly popped up in my mind. How about Cliff, the fellow teacher who had brought Tim to help carry in. my bags? Did he have any idea what would happen had he ushered Tim into my room on purpose? it was something I would certainly remember to check into when the situation presented itself. But while I was musing over the fact, something much more immediate suddenly demanded my attention.
"Ms. Ward!" a girl's voice called from in the hall. "Ms. Ward, are you still in your room?" she said, knocking on my door.
My heart hit my throat as I glanced at the two naked, sex-sated teen-agers lolling on my bed. It would take at least a few minutes to get them up and get them presentable-how the hell ‘was I to explain that elapsed time to whomever was knocking at my door?
"Just a minute," I called back, a little feebly.
"I… just a minute, and I'll be with you."
What I could do was beyond me, but whatever it was had to be fast, If I was going to avoid any suspicion at What had just gone on in my room.