Gerald felt free for the first time in years. Having young Trish suck him off worked wonders. He felt like a new man. But he didn't want to be limited to just Trish. There were other gorgeous young girls in the school that he wanted to sample. He wanted to take full advantage of his new freedom.
On Wednesday he sent Trish home early. Then he arranged a mid-afternoon interview with lovely Becky Neal. She was a stunning redhead with enormous tits. She wasn't overly bright. In fact if she wasn't careful she would be flunking out before long. But she was popular with everyone in the school, especially the boys. And she had a reputation as an easy lay.
She presented herself in Gerald's office at the appointed hour. She stood in front of his desk wearing a short red skirt, white sacks and a tight white sweater. It was her cheerleading outfit, she explained. She had a practice coming up later that afternoon. She smiled at him and thrust out her big tits proudly.
Gerald tried to talk to her about her studies. He told her that her grades were poor and she was in danger of failing if she didn't smarten up. But his heart wasn't in it. Girls like Becky were incapable of serious study. Talking to her about it wasn't going to change anything. His voice trailed off and he found himself gazing fondly at her lovely tits. They swelled out her sweater so nicely.
"I know I'm not so bright, Mr. Hale," she admitted. "But to tell you the truth, I don't think it matters. I'm going to be a model."
"A model?" Gerald said, amused at the idea. "What kind of model?"
"Well," Becky giggled. "You'll probably get mad at me for saying this, but I want to be a model for the men's magazines."
"A nude model, you mean? You want to take your clothes off in front of cameras?"
Becky nodded. And all Gerald could do was smile. The last thing he felt was anger. There was something so wise about her decision. It was so right for her. She had the looks and the body, there was no question about that. The only question would be whether she could write her name on a model release form.
"You think I'm just a silly young slut," she said, watching him. "You don't think I have a chance in hell of making it."
"On the contrary. I think you have an excellent chance of making it. In fact I'd like to do what I can to help you. I happen to know some local photographers."
"Really?" Becky gasped, truly impressed. She leaned over his desk and her big tits bulged out her sweater.
"Maybe I could take some photographs of you some time. I could show them around to a few of the right people. They could tell you better than I if you have any potential."
"Oh, Mr. Hale, I'd be so grateful!" she beamed. "It's what I want more than anything in the world!"
She sat on the edge of his desk and raised one leg. Her red skirt slid up her thigh till he caught a glimpse of her blinding white panties. He gripped the arms of his chair. He couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous young creature.
"Maybe you'd like to examine me yourself," she went on. "Before we take any pictures or anything. That way you'd know if you were wasting your time."
"Mmmmnnn… good idea," he croaked, his heart pounding.
Becky grinned at him. Then, very deliberately, she gripped her sweater and hauled it up over her head. She tossed it to one side and leaned over the desk toward him. She shook her tits from side to side, teasing him like a professional stripper.
They were packed into a flimsy white bra, but he could see the nipples and areolas clearly. The bra material was as sheer as wet paper. They were firm and perfectly shaped. The areolas were nearly three inches in diameter. The nipples were stubby and nut-brown.
She unhooked the clasp between her tits and the lovely mounds wobbled free. They appeared even bigger than they were because she was leaning forward toward him. She shook them some more in front of his face. Then she burst into a girlish giggle.
"Well? Are they big enough? Do you think they'll look good in a dirty magazine?" she cooed. She threw her bra to the other side of the room.
"They're beautiful. You're going to have photographers fighting over you," he groaned. His cock began to stiffen in his pants.
"How about the rest of me?" she went on. And before he could react she was kneeling up on his desk, sending his papers flying.
Her tits settled into place on her chest, the nipples jutting up high. He gazed at them in amazement, his mouth watering. But then she was unhooking her short red skirt. She let it fall around her knees and humped her crotch in and out seductively. A brief triangle of white panty stretched across her heaving crotch.
Like her bra, the panties left nothing to the imagination. They were a sheer white, and through them he could see her ginger pubic mound, and the pulpy lips of her cunt below. He had an overwhelming urge to bend forward and plant a wet kiss on the curve of her crotch.
"Beautiful! Just beautiful!" he muttered. "You're going to be a terrific model."
Again she giggled. Then her thumbs were hooked into the sides of her panties and she was peeling them don slowly, slyly. She really did know how to tease a man, tie thought. And that was just what she needed to be a good model. He wondered if she'd practiced this much already. She certainly seemed to have.
"I want to show you everything," she whispered. "I want you to see my tits, my pussy, everything."
She rolled to one side quickly and kicked her legs into the air. The panties flashed down her thighs and over her feet. She tossed them away and then knelt up in front of him again. She gripped the lips of her cunt and pried them apart shamelessly.
"I'd be willing to show the pink," she said, quite seriously. "You can tell your photographer friends that I'd open my cunt for them and show them everything. I'm not a shy girl."
"I can see that," Gerald groaned. He was glaring at the fresh pink flesh of her cunt. He could see the delicate inner lips and the shiny bud of her clit.
She held her cuntlips apart for a while yet. And she humped her crotch back and forth in front of him. The one finger reached down to touch her clit and she began to play with it. The pink bud tilted this way and that. It grew thicker and longer as she manipulated it.
"I'd be willing to do other dirty stuff too, if they wanted me to," she went on, her eyes glazing slightly. "I could play with myself like this, or shove dildos up my cunt. Anything at all."
Gerald leaned forward in his chair. Then he raised himself slightly and planted a soft wet kiss on her belly. He began circling his tongue around and around, licking her warm brown skin. He slowly moved lower, till he was just above the reddish triangle of her cunt-hair.
"Yes, Mr. Hale! Eat me!" Becky panted. "Do anything you want to me! I love it when men do dirty, dirty things to me!"
"Do you now?" Gerald grunted. He began snaking his tongue through the wiry red curls of her pubic hair.
"Yes! I'll let you do anything. Then you can tell your photographer friends what a willing and eager girl I am. You will tell them, won't you?"
"You bet your pretty us," he mumbled. "I'm going to recommend you highly, young lady."
Her fingers still held her cuntlips wide apart for him. And soon his tongue was curling down over the bright pink skin of her cunt. The folds of flesh were puffy and swollen, and they grew even longer as he touched them. Two inner flaps of skin were stretching into inch-long strips. He took these between his lips and stretched them even more.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Becky cooed. She slid forward on the desk, mashing her open pussy onto his face.
Her cunt was getting wetter by the second. And her clit was so swollen he couldn't ignore it any longer. He touched it with the tip of his tongue and then tried to fold his lips over it. But she jerked with pleasure and drew her crotch back. She gave off a small cry, as if she was in pain.
"Oh fuck! I love it when you lick my clit!" she howled. "So good! It feels so fucking nice!"
She sagged back onto the desk. And suddenly she was spreading her legs wide for him. Her cunt looked like it was folding itself inside out. All the bright pink skin blossomed out into the open. Her inner cuntlips were peeled back grossly. The stub of her clit jutted up like a small cock.
"Suck me! Suck my hot cunt!" she begged. Her hands had left her crotch and were now cupping her big tits. She mauled the huge mounds and tweaked her own nipples.
Gerald held the lips of her cunt wide open with his fingertips. His tongue explored every inch of her sweet teenage pussy. He found her clit again and set about teasing it some more. As soon as he touched it, her ass raised up off the desk and her back arched.
"Suck me, Mr. Hale! Suck my clit," she yelped. "Do dirty, dirty things to me with your tongue!"
Her clit looked big enough to bunt. It thrust up more than half an inch from under its hood of pink skin. He sucked on it as hard as he could, using his tongue, his lips, even his teeth. He was driving the poor girl out of her mind. She was squirming on the desk like a wild thing.
"Cocksucker! Feels so good!" she bloated. "Make me cum! Make me cum with your hot tongue!"
Her back was arched high off the desk. Her crotch humped up and down. She mashed her pussy onto his face and squeezed her tits. And all the time she whimpered and moaned and urged him not to stop. Finally, though, a huge shudder went through her. She circled her crotch around and around and her ass settled back down onto the desk.
She was cumming. That much was obvious. But she was moving less now. A series of shudders went through her body, as if she were having some kind of fit. But the humping motions had subsided. It was easier for him to stay with her and nibble at her clit.
"Oh, fuck! Cocksucker! Oh fuck!" she chanted, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Her crotch kept twitching. It jerked up against his face again and again. And the juice kept flowing freely, greasing up his cheeks and chin. For the better part of a minute this went on. But even when the shudders stopped he continued to chew on her cunt.
His cock was throbbing in his pants. He was amazed he'd managed to ignore it for so long. Now that she was settling down his hand slid down and unbuckled his belt. It was time for him to get a little relief. He'd been very patient.
Becky lay in a heap across his desk. Her legs were spread wide. Her cunt looked big enough to shove his fist into. He pulled his mouth back and gazed at her oozing pussy. He wondered vaguely if his prick would be big enough to fill it.
"Fuck, you're a hot little bitch!" he gasped. "I don't believe how wet you are!"
He was standing up. Within seconds he had his pants and shorts dawn around his knees. His cock twitched in the air. It jutted up from his crotch and swayed gently from side to side. He pressed it down with his thumb and eased himself between her legs. The head of his cock butted between her loose wet cuntlips.
"Ohhhh!" Becky gasped. She seemed to be coming out of some kind of deep sleep. Her eyes focused and she gazed down at his throbbing prick.
"I'm going to fuck you, Becky," he explained. "Just lie back and rein. You're so wet and wide open, you probably won't feel a thing."
Becky didn't say anything. She just gazed at him with a vague smile on her lovely young face. Her hands were still clamped to her tits, and she was massaging the mounds gently. Her nipples jutted up into the air like two chunks of brown wood.
He slid his cock forward, and the head and two inches of shaft disappeared inside the teenager. He paused, just to make sure she was comfortable. Then he eased the rest of the shaft up her cunt. The elastic flaps of her cuntlips sucked around his prick.
"Yes!" she moaned, her eyes bright once more. "Shove it up inside me! Fuck me, Mr. Hale! Fuck me till I can't stand up!"
"Okay, Becky. Just relax now," he soothed. He ran his hands up the insides of her slender thighs and cranked them wide apart.
He began slowly, feeding her his cock with lazy, relaxed motions. He gazed down, watching her loose cuntlips fold this way and that around his prick. He continued to stroke up and down her thighs for a while. But then his hands moved down over her flat brown belly and up toward her tits.
She removed her hands and let him grab hold of her tits. She moaned softly as he began squeezing and kneading the big mounds. His motions between her legs grew deeper. He was fucking her with longer, faster strokes. His ass flexed as he humped her. His balls swung to and fro.
"I love it! I love fucking so much!" she murmured. "But I never thought I'd get to fuck you, Mr. Hale."
"And I never thought I'd get to fuck you, sweet little Becky," he hissed. "Life is really unpredictable sometimes."
His cock seemed to grow thicker inside her cunt. He bulled it back and forth more and more quickly. He felt her legs hooking up over his hips. She was locking her ankles together in back of him. He squeezed her tits so hard they were bulging out from between his fingers. He leaned low over her and gazed into her face.
"I really think you have what it takes to be a model, Becky," he gasped. "You have a real dirty mind and you're willing to do anything. I think you'll go far in your chosen field."
"Thanks, Mr. Hale," she panted. "It helps to get encouragement like this. I'm real glad we had this interview."
They grinned at each other, their bodies locked together. Gerald's ass rose and fell crazily now. He was fucking her with deep, powerful strokes. Her belly rippled each time he rammed into her. Her tits wobbled in his hands. His balls smack-smacked against her upturned asscheeks.
"Are you going to cum inside me?" she asked suddenly. "It's okay if you want to. I'd like it."
"We'll see," Gerald groaned, his balls growing more numb by the second. "It's going to happen any second, that's for sure."
"Or you can shoot all over me if you want. I like that too. Sometimes it's fun to watch a guy pull out and spurt his spunk. There's something so exciting about it."
Gerald groaned. He really couldn't take much more of this. He rammed his cock in and out of her, pinning her to the desk. He gazed down into her face and wondered why he'd never done anything like this before. Girls like Becky were such a turn-on. And they were so fucking willing.
"I've never had a real adult guy cum inside me before," she went on. "I've only fucked boys my own age. This will be a real thrill. Do it to me, Mr. Hale. Shoot your hot spunk up my cunt!"
His cock throbbed inside her cunt. His balls trembled, and he spurted off a thick glob of jizz. He pulled back, rammed forward, and fired off a second long jet of spunk inside her. Then he pulled back farther and let his prick slip free of her sucking cunt.
Her cuntlips gaped wide, as if he'd had his hand shoved up inside. And as he watched, a thick stream of white cum overflowed and drained down into the crack of her ass. Her cunt flexed as if he was still fucking her. And more and more gooey white spunk flowed free.
"Yes! Spurt all over me!" Becky grinned, watching his every move. "Jerk yourself off all over my belly and tits! I love to watch jism fly!"
His prick throbbed in his hand. A long jet of cum shot free and splattered up the entire length of her body, from her cunt to her neck. The spunk glittered on her skin, like fresh white paint. It filled her navel and skirted the inner swell of one tit before tapering off into the hollow of her neck.
"Yes! Like that! Spunk all over me!" Becky giggled. She watched his cockhead anxiously for the next gusher.
When it came they were both shocked at the power of it. The jet was even longer than the last one. It twirled in the air like a silver ribbon, then fell with a splatter across the left side of her body. It looped over her rib cage and tit and caught Becky across her bottom lip.
"Oh fuck! So much cum!" she cried. "Spurt it, Mr. Hale! Shower me with hot jism! I fucking love it!"
He spurted out three jets in succession. And he tilted his cock from side to side, so that he would splatter her everywhere. Her body was soon streaked with lines of spunk. Strips of silver goo lay across her belly and tits. One of her nipples was soiled with a wad of slime.
She burst out laughing. She was obviously enjoying every second of the obscene tribute he was paying her. And when his cock quit spurting and began drooling out the dregs of his cum, she looked disappointed. She reached up her hand and wrestled the shaft from him. She began to squeeze it and tug on it, as if she could milk out even more steaming spunk.
A string or two of slime dribbled over her fingers and spattered her pubic mound. But he pretty much drained dry. And his cock rapidly grew limp in her fist. She let it go. It flopped heavily between his legs. She moved both hands over her body, spreading his warm jizz about every which way.
"I love jism," she cooed. "It's so warm and sticky and nice. I just love to play with it and rub it into my skin."
Her fingers smeared the spunk into her pubic hair and across her belly. Soon there was not one inch of her torso that wasn't coated with cock-slime. Then she brought her hands up over her tits and smoothed the jizz all over the heaving mounds. Here too she made sure every inch of skin was covered. She daubed globs of cum onto both stiff nipples.
"You're one crazy little slut, you know that?" he grunted.
"I know," she grinned. "And you love it, don't you?"