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RECKLESS thick gel coated her forefinger She
Reckless
A Serial Erotic Novel in Installments
by David Lawrence (dhl@sysun.com)
Chapter 1 - The Mistake
"But Gilbert," she crooned seductively into his ear, "if you don't
cum in my I won't be happy."
"But I don't want to get you pregnant." the said. His cock was buried
deeply inside one of the sexiest in the senior class, Kristy Whitman,
and he was not only just a sophomore but also a virgin. She had asked him
out, and they wound up in Lover's Lane on their first date. They were in
the back seat of her car, with her on her back with her skirt pushed up
and around one ankle, him with his pants below his knees.
"But it feels good doesn't it?" she whispered into his ear. She could
have told him she was on the pill and there was no danger, but it was more
fun to get him to in her against his better judgement.
"Yes it does. It feels so good." He held his cock still, fearing that
if he moved it much he would cum. A few had given him hand jobs,
but that was all he'd ever experienced before this.
"If it feels good, do it." she said to him. "Move it just a little bit
inside me, so I can feel good too." He had been moving it a lot inside
her, but had stopped because of his fear of making a baby.
He did move it just a little, but that little motion caused the feelings
to grow so sweet that he felt close to squirting again.
"Are you sure?" he tried one more time. She liked that he cared, most
boys did not hesitate even a second before unloading their potent sperm into her, which is why she had been on the pill since her freshman
year. She loved sex, it was the most fun she could ever imagine having.
And it was so easy, almost any boy, and some girls, would do it with her
whenever they could find the time and a place. And the best place was the
local Lover's Lane, where the teenagers with wheels could come and find
a spot to park among the trees, often within earshot of other teens doing
the same thing.
"I'm sure sweetie, just do what comes naturally." She also loved finding
virgin and initiating them into the joys of sex. They weren't properly
devirginized unless they actually shot inside her -- withdrawal didn't
count. And she loved the thought that no matter how long they lived, she
would always be a sweet memory inside their heads.
To make sure this catch didn't get away, she wrapped her strong sexy
young legs around his waist, and said,
"See, I won't let you pull out. You have to in me, or you don't
get to go home."
He gave in then; gave in to the sweet feelings of joy on his sensitive
cock. His hips started stroking again, and he knew there was no way he
could avoid this sin. He could only hope the shot didn't take, but even
that thought fled as his body took final control and the sperm began working
it's way to the release point.
It was a moonlit night. Though Kristy and her beau had found a
secluded spot, and didn't pay attention to what was outside the car, they
were not alone. In the shadows were two adults, a and a woman in their
early thirties. They were watching the car, and listening to the words
being spoken inside it thanks to the lowered windows on the warm May night.
As the action heated up, they crept carefully closer, hoping the moonlight
coming through the windshield would illuminate the scene in the back seat.
As they finally got close enough to get the angle and see over the side
of the car, they were surprised but pleased that they could clearly see
the slim man, his ass and legs bare, his upper body still with the
shirt on. Beneath him lay the lady, the only parts really visible
were the gorgeous sexy bare legs wrapped around her lover, and her arms
that held his shoulders down. His head was lowered and hid her face from
their view, but they knew from the voice who it was. She was a regular
up here.
The and woman watched rapt as the boy's hips began moving more quickly.
They knew he was soon to feel his first orgasm inside a woman. The man's
cock was rock hard in his pants, and his girlfriend's was soaking
her as they leered at the passionate scene.
"Oh, Kristy." Gilbert moaned, "Oh Kristy."
"Juice me baby." she demanded.
He then grunted, shoved his hips as far into her as he could, and moaned
as he felt the pent-up semen flow wildly up into the waiting girl. He had
never felt anything nearly so good.
"Yeah, yeah, give me all of it." she encouraged. But it was biological,
not under his control. Everything in his tubes flowed out into her, the
wicked forbidden joy thrilling him all over.
She had earlier with his tongue on her pussy, after instructing
him on the fine art of oral love. He had done a creditable job for
a beginner. Satisfied with that one orgasm, she had carefully kept control
over her own feelings so as to be better able to manage him during the
actual taking of his virginity. As a result, she was fully in control of
her senses even as he was reeling.
The two voyeurs outside the window, however, a little too eager to see
the final explosion, and confident that both teens would be too occupied
to notice, moved a little too close to the window. From the corner of her
eye Kristy caught movement, and looked to see the two faces in the shadowy
moonlight just as they pulled away. She jumped with a start, but Gilbert
didn't notice, concerned as he was with just re-learning how to breathe
again.
"Someone was watching us." she said aloud.
"Huh?" he managed to get out, after a bit of gasping.
"Let's go out and see who it was." she said.
-=*=-
Pam and John, having seen all they could of the hot scene between Kristy
and the they thought was Gilbert Brown, slipped away from the car
unobserved, or so they thought.
They walked rapidly back down the winding tree-lined dirt road towards
their own parked car, in the trees.
"Damn," John whispered, "That was the best one we've gotten since Billy
and Julie got out on the blanket next to the car."
"This was even hotter, because of what she was saying." replied Pam.
"I can't believe she was actually encouraging him to inside her,
when she could have gotten pregnant. That is so hot."
"There's no way that could be fertile and not using protection,"
Pam reasoned, "or else she'd have been pregnant three years ago, and have
four kids by now."
"Why was she doing it?"
"I think she wanted his virginity." said Pam, quite perceptively.
They had meanwhile reached their own car, which was parked only about
one hundred yards from Kristy's 86 Mustang.
"I'm horny as hell." said John, "Let's go back to your place, it's closer."
"Fuck no." replied his lover, "Let's do it right here and right now. I
don't want to wait. Let's just rut like a couple of horny teenagers in
Lover's Lane."
She unlocked and opened the back door of his four-door sedan, and climbed
in. "Come here you rascal, and do what it takes to make your woman happy."
Pam was already removing her shorts as John climbed in beside her and shut
the door. "You horny slut." he said, "You're going to get fucked tonight."
It turned her on to be called names like 'slut'. Theirs' was an intensely
sexual, but loving relationship.
"Get that big dick out and up, slutfucker. This woman needs that perfect
fit up in her before she goes nuts." They both loved to talk dirty
to one another during sex, and they both enjoyed role-playing. Now they
slipped easily into the roles of the teenagers they had recently watched.
"What are you going to do to me?" John said, playing the innocent male virgin.
"Show it to me hard, and I'll tell you." said his thirty-three year
old girlfriend, playing the experienced horny slut (a role she did not
have to strain for to play well).
He unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants and briefs. Naked now
below the waist, he held up his own seven-inch cock and said "Here it is."
"Pretty." she crooned, reaching over stroking it with him. "I'd like
to get a suck on it, but I'm too horny to wait, so that'll come later."
She tossed her and shorts on the floor, and straddled his loins,
her wet open over his hard cockhead. Taking the pole in her hand,
she guided it up to the entrance, and nastily rubbed it on her labia.
"You like that, big boy?"
"Oh yes I do." he said.
"You want more?"
"Yes, please." he kept on playing the innocent's role.
She then sat down on him, running his familiar cock up into her tight wet
hole. She had known the first time they had made love that he was meant for
her, because his cock fit so perfectly in her pussy. That, and he was one of
the few she had met that could match her libido.
She held still on him, and licked his ear. The licking made him tremble.
"If you suck my titties, I'll let you fuck me." she crooned seductively,
trying to reproduce the voice that she had heard Kristy use earlier.
Without waiting for a reply, she pulled up her t-shirt, and cradled
her C-cups and pushed them to his face, inserting one nipple into his mouth.
True to her request, he licked and on it -- with much better technique
than most any high-schooler could dream of.
"Mmmm that's good, horny boy. But you know it's wrong, don't you, naughty
boy? You know it's wrong to be licking and on a girl's private parts
don't you?
"Yes." he murmured around his delicious mouthful.
"And it's really, really wrong to have your big dick hard and up inside
a girl's most secret spot, isn't it, naughty boy?
"Yes."
"But you're doing it, aren't you? You nasty dirty boy. You can't control
your urges, and you are just doing it, doing it with the biggest slut in
school, aren't you?"
"Yes I am." he admitted in his virgin voice. She then started to
move on him, raising herself until just the tip was in her, and then falling
till his cock was embedded to the balls. He couldn't suck her moving anymore, but he didn't care. The feeling was ravishing for both of them,
in their aroused state. Both could barely keep talking, but she held on
to control and kept up the act.
"What are you doing? Tell me in the right words."
"I'm, I'm doing it."
"No, you're fucking. Say it."
"I'm fucking you." he moaned.
"That's right. And you're fucking because you have nasty urges, and
can't control them, and because it feels so good, isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"And you're fucking now, and you'll fuck this slut again if she asks,
any time she asks, won't you naughty boy?"
"Yes I will."
"You're so nasty you'd get in line to fuck me wouldn't you? Yeah, you'd
wait in line and then put your dick right in the other's boy's just
to get a chance to fuck this wouldn't you nasty boy?"
"Yes yes yes. I'd fuck your sloppy cunt."
"And you're going to right in this that's fucking your big
dick, aren't you, nasty boy?"
"Shouldn't I pull out?" he asked plainitively.
"No, because if you don't in this and fill it up with your
hot sweet juice like your slut wants, she will never, ever, let you fuck
her again."
"I don't want to get you pregnant".
"You in it, right now, or I'll see that no in school will ever
let you near her again."
They both had done this kind of thing many times before, but it always
excited them to the point of orgasm. That, plus the exciting voyeur catch
they had made tonight, sent them both over the edge at about the same time.
As soon as she heard him groan and thrust up, she started hunching her
hips on him to get the last rubs needed to send her over the cliff too.
Soon they were both moaning and shaking and hunching in the back seat as
their respective juices mingled in her warm sex.
After the explosive orgasms, which had been almost at the same time
(another area in which their sexual compatibility shone), they just hugged
tightly to savor the afterglow.
Which was rudely interrupted by a giggle from outside the window. They
both looked up in alarm.
Outside, the faces of Kristy and Gilbert looked in to their scene of
wanton adult lust.
"Holy Shit!" they heard Kristy say. "It's Miss Roberts!".
"And Mr. Sullivan!" Gilbert exclaimed. Then the two teens wasted no
time in bolting back down the road from which they had come, back to their
car. There was no chance of the two adults catching them tonight, unless
they leaped from their car naked, which would not have been prudent.
So, pressed lewdly together, Pam Roberts, Guidance Counselor, and John
Sullivan, Bus Manager, could only watch helplessly as the inevitable
happened and their year-long pattern of reckless behaviour caught up with
them.
Once the shock wore off, they knew they would have to do something,
and something quick, before these two kids spread the salacious (and too
true) gossip all over school tomorrow, to their shame and ultimately to
the detriment of their careers.
Chapter 2 - Capping the Toothpaste
The two desperate lovers spent a good part of the night trying to come up
with a workable plan to salvage their reputations in the small town in which
they lived and worked, and their careers too. The other part of the night
was spent wantonly fucking, both in residual heat from their experiences
earlier, and just to make themselves feel better.
They had started dating a year ago, and found that beneath their
conservative exteriors, so acceptable to the School Board and the community
pillars where they lived, they shared many secret things. The first of these
was a powerful libido, that they both could with difficulty keep under
wraps. The second was their interest in, or even obsession with, voyeurism.
Both had secret collections of X-rated videos, which centered on kinky
amateur productions. And third was their love of risky sex. It had started
fairly safely, with a few hot sessions in the school building after everyone
had left. But that thrill wasn't sufficient, so gradually they had taken
more chances, even making love during school hours once or twice.
It was Pam who overheard gossiping and found the location of Lover's
Lane, and the activities that went on there. And it was she that had spurred
the first careful expedition to go and see what was there. The result was
a combination of both lovers' two biggest sexual kicks into one convient
local vacation package, available on any warm night.
Frequently, there was nothing to see, but often you could hear sounds
of passion in the darkness, and that was exciting. And on moonlit nights,
if you wandered carefully through the trees you could get glimpses of horny
teenagers making love without inhibitions. Then you could do it yourself
right there, running the exciting risk of being discovered by students
from your school. But they were careful, and the risks were minimal, until
they got careless that fatal last night.
Their plan was simple. They were betting that since it had been late,
neither teen had been able to phone any friends, but were surely on tiptoe
to tell their buddies about what they saw Mr. Sullivan and Miss Roberts
doing in Lover's Lane. So John checked the bus schedule and found that
Gilbert rode bus 56, so he was to intercept him getting off the bus and have
a private talk, threatening to tell his if word ever got out about
what he saw.
Pam's job was to handle Kristy, and that was much tougher. She was a
mature and manipulative lady, as Pam knew. She didn't have a reputation
to lose, or who would punish her. She was a senior and graduating
in three weeks, and would be beyond any paltry power they had to punish
her then anyway. And any attempt to threaten the that didn't work
would backfire and they'd both be fucked for sure.
So John did his part, getting Gilbert into his private office and having
a heart-to-heart. It was easy; the was terrified that his strict
religious would find out he'd given Kristy more than a peck on the
cheek last night and would skin him alive and feed him to the alligators. It
wasn't even necessary to threaten -- Gilbert was as fearful as they were
that Kristy would have it all over the school, and he'd be in. He'd
begged her to keep quiet but she wouldn't promise.
Pam's interview with Kristy didn't go so well.
She lurked in the parking lot all morning, and corralled Kristy when
she drove up to school. Taking her in a private counselor's office, she
closed and locked the door behind them.
Her strategy was not to threaten, which would not work, but to befriend
the and try to enlist her as a co-conspirator in keeping silent. A
slim chance, and if it didn't work she and John could move to the west
coast and change their names.
"Kristene," she began, using the girl's formal first name, "we both
know what happened last night, and we both know that it doesn't reflect
creditably on either of us." Oh god, she thought, how professional I sound.
No way to befriend a teenager.
The was silent and suspicious. School officials were not her favorite
people.
"We both were engaged in reckless behaviour. First of all, I wanted
to call you in here to let you know how concerned I am for your welfare."
Kristy said nothing, but her expression said "Yeah, right.".
Pam plowed on. "And of course I'm also concerned about mine. It's no
secret that if this got out around school neither of us would look good."
Kristy finally spoke up. "I'm on the pill." she said.
The adult in the room suddenly had a sinking feeling. She knew. She
knew we were there listening to her make him in her. She and Gilbert
didn't just come up on them fucking in the car, they also knew John and
her were toms. The little bitch knew and kept quiet and kept right
on doing it. She began thinking of how much it would cost to put though
a name change procedure, and move her belongings to the Bay area.
"Look, what I did, what Mr. Sullivan and I did, was wrong. I know that.
I'm an adult. But you are a teenager, and the consequences of your reckless
behaviour can wind up hurting you much more than mine will. There are a
lot more dangers to unprotected sex than just pregnancy. You should know
that, you are an intelligent lady."
Shit, thought Kristy. She was there through the whole thing. She heard
me getting him to in me. Why else would she talk about unprotected
sex without asking if we'd used one? But as she was thinking this, she
began to relax. This person had nothing on her. Everyone knew she fucked
around, hell, she was proud of it. On the other hand, this teacher type
could be ruined by the gossip.
Her confidence suddenly grew. "Did Mr. Sullivan wear a condom?" she
asked saucily.
Pam was taken aback. She had already resolved that whatever happened,
she would not be blackmailed by a teenager. She'd resign and move before
that would happen. But she hung in there. "No, " she said truthfully, not
knowing how much and in what detail the had seen, "but we have both
been tested and are in a monagamous relationship."
Kristy was silent again, and just looked at Pam. So the guidance counselor
made one more sally.
"I think that it would benefit us both if we could agree to not tell
any friends or anyone about what either of us did last night. Can I have
your word on that?"
Kristy thought on it a moment. Then, still in a confident but somewhat
conspiratorial voice she said "Well, I admit I was wrong."
Responding to the words and not the tone, Pam replied "That's a very
mature position to take, Kristene. May I call you Kristy?"
"Yeah, you can call me that." she replied, looking directly into Pam's
eyes. The stare unnerved the adult, who began to mentally run down the
list of people she knew who could recommend a good lawyer and/or moving
company. "But what you did was wrong too. I mean, you both stood there
and peeped in on us, got all hot and bothered, and then went back to your
car and did it. And you were pretending to be us when you were doing it."
Yep, fucked for sure, thought Pam. One five-year career down the fucking
tubes, all due to her own stupidity and this fucking little bitch.
"But like you say," continued the youngster, "You're the adult and I'm
the kid, even though I turned eighteen two months ago and graduate in three
weeks. So, I think I deserve a punishment, and we can call this little
thing over with. I really don't think it's that much of a big deal anyway."
Back from the precipice. Pam didn't know where this was going, but she
fished anyway. "What kind of punishment do you have in mind?" she asked
a bit edgily.
"Well, I don't think detention or suspension or any of those regular
things would be right." Yeah thought Pam, I could see that now, what is
she in detention for? Unprotected sex, and she was caught in Lover's Lane
by Miss Roberts, on self-appointed Morality Patrol.
"But before I turned fifteen, my would spank me when I did wrong.
She would offer me a choice -- clean the floor or the toilets, for instance,
or take your licks. I always chose the licks." the sexy teenager continued.
Pam was silent as she tried to digest this turn. Was the bitch saying
that if she, Pam, would spank her she'd not tell anyone? That was
insane. Money, she could understand. But a spanking?
"You know corporal punishment is against the policy of this school."
she said. She couldn't think of anything else to say.
"I'm not thinking of a school thing. More like a private thing. Once
I was corrected, you could just forget about this little messup."
Pam's head spun. The was proposing what was probably some kinky
fetish for her to perform, and then she would let her off the hook? Right,
believe that and I've got a bridge for sale...
But she said, "Where would this take place?"
"At your place." replied Kristy, "that would be better, don't you think?"
Pam thought: that would be safe. No witnesses, or maybe I could get
John to witness in secret. The couldn't get any more on me no matter
what we did, because I'd be her word against both of us. We'd just try
to brazen it out. And there's a chance she's straight about this, and really
will honor her word. Is it worth the chance?
"Can I have your very serious word of honor on this, Kristy?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts, you can." she replied.
"Alright, can you be at my apartment at ten tonight?"
"Sure can."
"And, between us, you can call me Pam."
"Right Pam. Thanks." Pam watched the swaying ass of the beautifully built
teen sex goddess walk to her door, unlock it, and walk out, turning only to
give the still almost trembling counselor a small conspiratorial smile.
Afterward she told John all about it. He was suspicious as she had been,
but agreed that it might be worth a try -- nothing else would work. If
it failed, it failed.
After school, they both went to her apartment to plan the evening. They
decided that the session, or whatever it was, had to be in an inner room
that no one could see from outside, and that no one could hear into from
any exterior wall. Also, she should not do or say anything compromising
until she'd verified by some means or another that the did not have
any devices or microphones on her. John would be positioned out
of sight but there to witness and to be available in case of need.
"What do you think of all this?" he asked her when night rolled around.
"I hate to admit it, but it makes my wet just thinking about it."
she said, "After all the trouble our libidos have gotten us in so far.
It's just so fucking risky and you know what that does to me."
"I thought so. I'll be watching." he replied.
"I know you will you horny bastard." she smiled back at him.
-=*=-
Kristy was late of course, thirty minutes late. The lazy little bitch,
Pam couldn't help but think. But her still got wet remembering the
sway of the girl's ass as she left her office. When the car finally drove
into the driveway, Pam in the living room gave John in the bedroom his
signal, and he vanished in the closet. If any punishment was done it would
be in Pam's chair in the bedroom, the safest part of the house. John in
the closet would have a full view.
Pam welcomed the to her house. As she came in, the grown woman
regarded her more carefully than she ever had before. Kristy wore a loose
pink t-shirt with no bra underneath -- she didn't need one, her ample and
pretty peaked up and pointed out proudly in the fervor of youth. Her
hips were encased in a very tight set of cutoff jeans. She had a mane of
reddish brown hair, and her face was simple but pretty, with a smattering
of freckles all over her cheeks. Her legs may have been her sexist part,
though, at least to the horny guidance counselor. She could see why every
boy and half the in school wanted a piece of her. At least she was
eighteen -- there could be no question of statutory rape or corruption
of a minor.
They made some small talk, and Pam gave Kristy a short tour, but the
atmosphere was strained, to say the least, by sexual and other tension.
In the end, they sat down in the living room and Pam asked if she still
thought the deal they had struck in the morning was good.
"Yes." replied Kristy, simply, looking into Pam's eyes once again. God,
she was seductive.
"How do you think this punishment should proceed then?" asked the woman.
"My always made me strip down to my panties, and bend over her
lap. Then she would tell me the number of licks I would get for my sin,
and if the sin was major they would be with a ruler, and if they were minor
it would be with her hand."
"Alright then. Stay seated where you are." And Pam got up and walked into
the kitchen to retrieve a twelve-inch school ruler she kept in her desk. As
she returned, Kristy saw the ruler but made no comment. As she returned she
remembered she hadn't searched Kristy for wires, but she couldn't imagine
where one would hide in her scanty garments.
"Now, lady," Pam said firmly, "You know I'm doing this for your
own good. As alternative to other punishments, as you agreed."
"Yes, Pam."
"For the duration of this business, you are to refer to me as Miss Roberts,
is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts."
"All right, now follow me."
They went to the prearranged spot in the bedroom, in the chair Pam's had made for her. It was in an antique style and had no arms, so it was
perfect for this operation. She sat in the chair, and made Kristy stand
directly in front of her. The sight of the sexy being so submissive
sent a wicked thrill through the woman, and she felt her cream
even more. It's going to be tough to keep my hands off of it, God help me,
she thought. She wondered what Kristy's had been feeling when this
happened. She thought she probably could guess Kristy's feelings about these
"punishments".
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts."
"Then take off those jeans, Kristene." Pam said in her professional
voice. But it wasn't a very professional thing to say, she thought with
a wicked little internal grin.
The did not hesitate a second. She unsnapped the cutoffs, unzipped
the zipper, and dropped them to her ankles. She then stepped out of them.
Clad only in her sheer panties, the redhead was almost naked from the waist
down. You could see there was no liner pad and her pubic patch was outlined
clearly. Pam thought she saw wetness between those killer legs.
"Take off the shoes and socks too." Pam ordered. This surprised Kristy
somewhat, as her never did that. But her did not have a lover
watching in the closet with somewhat of a foot fetish. Pam was always
considerate.
"Now take your position." Pam ordered, and the went around to her
left and started to bend down. Her must have been left-handed. "The
other way." Pam ordered, and Kristy moved to the other side. Besides, by
plan, that was the side John was on so he would have a better view of the
girl's ass as she was being paddled.
"Bend over. Put your hands on the floor on one side, and your toes on
the other." Pam sounded so authoritative. She wondered if, in her bent
over position, Kristy would be able to smell her heated musk. But
when she saw the beautiful ass raised up on her lap, she didn't care. It
was obvious from the wet spot between her legs that the was also very
aroused.
To her left, Pam could see the girl's head down, the reddish hair cascading
all around her face. On the other side, John's side, she balanced on her
toes as ordered, the toes bent back and the soles of the feet were exposed.
The heel and ball were brown with wear, but the instep was white. John
must be loving this, she thought.
John was. The moment they had walked in and he knew it was going to
happen, his cock had surged with lust. By the time Kristy had dropped her
pants, it was rock hard. By the time she was bent over, it was out of his
pants and he was gently rubbing it. But not too hard or fast; he didn't
know what was going to happen or for how long, and he wanted the voyeuristic
pleasure to last as long as possible.
"Now lady, do you know what you are being punished for?" asked
Pam.
"Yes, Miss Roberts. I'm being punished for letting a boy, uh, have an
orgasm inside me without a condom on."
"You can use proper words, lady. We are both adults, over seventeen.
What are you being punished for?"
"For letting a shoot his into me."
Whack! The first blow came down on her pantied rear. Pam did not hit
her hard with the ruler, because she wanted to not really her. She
thought Kristy would give her guidance on the severity of the blows.
"No, lady. Don't lie to me. You didn't just let him in you did you?"
"No I didn't, Miss Roberts. I got him to in me."
"Yes, even when he was considerate and didn't want to, you forced him
too, and even led him to believe you could get pregnant. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts."
"And you did it to an innocent boy, didn't you? One that hadn't ever
felt the pleasure of sex. One much younger than you. One who was vulnerable
and is frightened now, didn't you? Now that innocent is going to want
to do it again, going to need to do it again, and he's going to squirt
his seed in some other isn't he, lady?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts."
The wet spot on the girl's sexy seemed to be growing, Pam noticed.
She was doing the right thing. The got off on being submissive.
"And you've down the same thing with other haven't you?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts."
"Yes, what?"
"I've let many in my pussy. I like it when they do that. And
I'm naughty, I don't let them do it until they have made me first.
Every has to use his tongue on me till I before I will let him
in me. I've had more than one at a time. I've let them on my face,
and on my ass, my tits, everywhere.
Pam felt an awesome surge of lust as the helpless submissive confessed her sins, trying to provoke a even longer punishment.
"And what else naughty and nasty have you done lady?"
"I've let lick me too, Miss Roberts. And I've licked them. And
rubbed pussies with them, and their pretty titties."
"You have been a very bad girl, Kristy. And you must be punished. I
don't think this one time will begin to cover it all."
"Yes, Miss Roberts, I know it won't. I know I deserve it and I'm glad
you are there to give me what I deserve. I will always submit to your will
and raise my ass to be paddled by you when you think I need it."
"That's a good girl. But why do you think you will always need it? Won't
you stop being bad after I punish you."
"No, Miss Roberts. I can't. My itches so bad that I have to have
people scratch it all the time. I know I can't stop. I will always be a
bad girl. I will always deserve punishment."
The sexual tension had reached an incredible high in the white bedroom
of the school's best guidance counselor. Pam couldn't just keep up the
word play any more.
"You will receive twenty blows from me on your ass. Do not pull away
from me, but keep your ass raised to take the punishment. After it is over
I will ask you more questions."
Pam then brought back her ruler, and methodically smacked the twenty times on her sexy pantied ass. As she did, she could hear the
loud pops and see the streaks the ruler left. Kristy did not ask her
to hit harder or softer, so she made all the blows the same strength. The
young jumped and squirmed but did not try to move her rear off Pam's
lap, as ordered.
When she was done, Pam ordered Kristy to stand up before her again.
As she did, Pam could see the face of a who had her head upside
down for a while, and a faint wetness of tears in her eyes. But none spilled
out. Briefly, Pam feared she might have hit the teenager too hard, but
a look down at her revealed that there was no problem. The front
of the was soaked through, as the juice had flowed down to the
front in her bent-over position.
"What is this, lady?" asked the coldly professional sounding counselor
as she pointed to the wet fronts.
"That's my juice, Miss Roberts."
"So, you were sexually aroused by your punishment, Kristene?"
"Yes very much, Miss Roberts."
"Do you think that's right, to be aroused by a punishment that is supposed
to and to correct you?"
"No, Miss Roberts, but I can't help it. I'm a very bad girl."
"Then you must be punished again. Drop your panties."
The felt yet another surge of cream start as she pulled the
panties off her legs. She was wondering when it would start to run down
the inside of her legs.
"Take off the top too." the woman ordered. Kristy easily pulled
the pink t-shirt over her head, and was then entirely naked before her
delicious tormentor.
"You have pretty nipples, Bad Girl." said Pam. "Are they always that
pointed?"
"No, Miss Roberts. Only when I am aroused, or they are cold."
"So you are aroused now, so aroused your is creaming without being
touched, and your nipples are hard without being touched either?"
"Yes Miss Roberts."
"Assume the punishment position again, then."
The horny teenager scambled into her former position eagerly. She wanted,
needed, some relief for her overheated genitals. And so did the woman,
who was sure she was leaving a massive puddle in the chair she was sitting
in.
"I'm going to strike you ten blows with my hand, Bad Girl, since your
sin of being turned on is not nearly as great as letting inside
you instead of condoms."
And with that, Pam did not wait but brought her hand down ten times
on the girl's behind. The sexy white ass with it's streaks from
the ruler wiggled and jiggled as the broad hand smacked it, leaving faint
hand prints. Pam was sure she could feel the girl's heat, and probaby some
of her juice, on her bare leg under the bent over form.
"Are you sorry now for being aroused?"
"No, Miss Roberts."
"This time, you are forgiven. You are only human, after all." Pam was
not about to start any more spanking. She wanted sex, and she wanted it
badly.
"How does your ass feel, Kristene?"
"It stings, Miss Roberts."
"How does this feel?" asked the horny thirty-three-year-old as she gently
massaged the girl's ass cheeks.
"That makes it feel all better Miss Roberts."
"And how does this feel, Kristy?" This time, she allowed her fingers
to wander into the girl's sexy ass crack, and down between her legs, where
she felt the heat and wetness glowing there.
"That...that feels like heaven, Miss Roberts."
Pam Roberts, counselor to the youth of her community, was going to make
this particular right here on her lap. The fact sent a wicked
lusty thrill through her.
"And how about this?" she asked again, as this time she allowed a finger
to slip inside the teenager's overlubricated pussy.
"Awwwww, Miss Roberts, please make me cum, please please please."
"You can all me Pam again now, Kristy. I'm going to make you all
over my hand, and then you are going to do some nasty things to me, you
hear, bitch?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Pam. I'll do anything. Just make me cum."
Pam knew what she would do. First, though, she used her hands to spread
the girl's legs further apart, then inserted two fingers into her as far as she could. Withdrawing the fingers, she looked over at the closet
where her lover stood stroking his cock, and lewdly licked and the
hot tangy juice off of them.
John thought he might right then. He had to let go of his cock.
It was overheating already. The incredibly sexy words and deeds of his
wanton girlfriend and this high school sex goddess had him on the edge.
He always tried to time his with that of his lover, unless they wanted
specifically to separately for some reason. He was so attuned to her
mannerisms that he knew generally how close she was, and he also knew how
to get near the point of release and hold it. He was now at that point
himself, and he would have to just let his cock throb in the air until
it cooled if he wanted to wait and with her. If she could wait, he
could, he told himself.
He watched as his woman put her hands back into the of the bent over her lap. She brought the hand up again to her mouth, and
this time her thumb throughly. He didn't know what she was doing,
until he saw her put her hand back down and start to insert her thumb up
the teenager's ass.
"Oh shit, Pam, that's my asshole."
"Relax it then. You know how. Concentrate."
The thumb popped in, and then the woman began to work some of
her other fingers into the helplessly impaled girl's vagina. The couldn't
take it, and began to moan and groan.
Finally, the lewd school employee had her hand fully engaged on the
genitalia of her willing victim. Her thumb was in the girl's ass, three
of her fingers were deep in her pussy, and her little finger and knuckle
was still available down below to stimulate the girl's clit.
"Now, you horny-assed little fucking bitch, you are going to like
you never have before."
She then began to work her fingers in and out of the girl's holes, and
over her clit too. This brought immediate, desperate moans from the bent
over teenager. Her ass began to lift and hunch as the pleasure overcame
her, and in almost no time at all she lifted her face and screamed as she
came.
Pam had no mercy. Determined to drive the temporarily insane, she
drilled and wormed in her holes until she hunched, stiffened, and screamed
again. It sounded like she was being tortured to death with pleasure.
"Stop, please stop." she finally moaned, and Pam did stop.
"You may now dismount." Pam said, her voice a little shaky.
Kristy fell rather than lifted off her pleasure-torturer. She landed
on the floor at the woman's feet.
"What do you say to me?" asked Pam.
"Thank you thank you thank you." the gasping said.
"And how do you thank me?" the leering counselor asked, as she pulled
her skirt up to her waist, revealing a soaked and no panties.
The looked up, and smiled as she saw the fate that awaited her.
From his hideout, John knew that his relief and his lover's was soon
approaching. He got ready to hold his aching cock again, and this time to
rub until his spashed against the wall. He had thought about getting a
rag, but it seemed sexier to just shoot on the closet wall. He could then
later show it to Pam. She would like that. They were often so depraved that
they deliberatly left stains in places where they had stayed together.
if no one there knew them personally.
In front of him, visible clearly through his crack in the door, the
young sexy gamely gathered her strength and raised up to her knees
before the woman's desperately wanting pussy.
"Lick me. Suck me. Make me cum. NOW!" Pam demanded.
John could see the girl's pretty freckled face disappear between his lover's
thighs, as she leaned back in the chair to receive her reward. Soon, he
could see the head moving up and down and the tongue licked lewdly over the
enflaming labia.
"That's it, lick it up. That's so goddamn good. Eat me." Pam moaned in an
obscene stream of words. "Put your tongue in the hole, yeah, that's it, get
it in deep. Deeper. Now suck. Yeeeahhhhh...suck harder. You fucking slut
bitch you know how to eat pussy."
"You're too good, oh yeah, " she continued, "Now hit the clit. That's
right. Right there. Alright bitch get ready to eat cum."
Pam leaned back and raised her hips into the girl's licking face, as
her mouth formed a silent scream.
As soon as that happened, John put his finger under the head of his cock and
started rubbing there furiously. Like the trigger of a gun, that made the
pumps start working. Soon, his body stiffened, and his knees felt wobbly as
his white stream of spashed soundlessly on the wall. He struggled
desperately to keep from making any noise as his body was wracked by spasms
of ecstasy.
As he came down and gained some degree of control, he looked out again into
the well-lit bedroom where the two lacivious women were still recovering
from their orgasms. Pam still lay back in her chair, her tanned legs spread
wide. Kristy crouched between those legs, and it appeared that she was
gently still licking and nuzzling on Pam's drenched labia.
As he watched, Pam leaned forward, took the teenager in her arms, and
brought her face up to a languid but passionate kiss. The two kissed for a
minute or two, and he could see their cheeks moving as the tongues swirled
and licked inside.
"And I thought you were going to blackmail me." Pam said as the kiss
broke.
"Blackmail?" Kristy replied, "All I've wanted to do to you all year
long is to fuck you."
"You should have started sooner, honey, we've missed a lot of time."
said the temporarily satisfied counselor.
"Well, let's make up for it. We can fuck all night tonight, and fuck
some more in the morning."
"Don't you have to go home?"
"Nah, I have my own door into the house, and my have long since
stopped trying to keep track of me."
"Then stay with me and fuck me blind." Pam said, still in a pleasure
trance and not thinking of the real world at all. Then, she remembered
John still in the closet. I'll bet he came too, she thought lustfully.
I want to see the stain. But, I've got to get the out at least for
a while so he can escape.
"Yeah, " rejoined the happily lusty teen, "And we can do nasty dirty
things to each other all night long. The only thing we'll be missing is
a to provide a sliding cock for some variety."
"Kristy, sweetheart, you sexy little honeypot, have I got a surprise
for you!"
Chapter 3: All Night Together
"A surprise? For me? What is it?" asked the buxom naked teenager.
"Go over there to the bed, and lie face down." commanded Pam, still sitting
in the chair where she had disciplined and then delighted the horny girl.
Kristy got up and walked over to the woman's waterbed, moving
sexily. Pam appreciated the gorgeous ass of the redhead as she walked,
knowing she was deliberatly showing off her charms. When the got to
the padded edge of the wide bed, she climbed up on her knees, bent over,
and wiggled her perfect rear end at her new lover. Then she moved up and
went face down as ordered.
"Cover your face. You are to see nothing." Pam commanded, and of course
the submissive compiled.
Pam then got up silently, and went over to the closet where John was
still hidden. She opened it and drew him out, indicating with a finger
to her lips that he should remain quiet.
"Strip." she whispered in his ear, and as he quietly removed his clothes he
looked up to observe the heart-warming curves of the nude redhead on his
lover's bed. The sight made his recently-spent cock start to rise
pleasurably. By the time he was naked, it was already up to three-quarters
of it's normal slighty-above-average size.
Once her lover and human sex-toy was naked, Pam took his cock in her hand,
and led him quietly to the foot of the bed where the object of both their
lusts lay with her legs slightly spread and her hands on the sides of her
face so that even if someone was to come to the sides of the bed she could
not have seen them out of the corners of her eyes. Pam liked the way she
obeyed every command so perfectly.
The sexy thirty-three-year-old guidance counselor was still in her dress,
as opposed to the other two, who were now totally naked. But, she reached
her hand down to John's cock and stroked it until it gained it's full length,
and stood straight out proudly from his lean muscular body. Once it was
to it's full readiness, she told her charge:
"You can turn over now."
Kristy did, and was only mildly shocked at the sight of the tall
athletically-built Bus Manager from her school. After seeing him in
flagrante delicto with Pam in lover's lane, she expected him to make an
appearance after Pam said she had a surprise in store, only not so quickly.
John stood beside his barely clothed girlfriend, staring down at the
delicious teen. And Kristy looked up, admiring the hard body of the man;
and even more admiring the hard cock that stood out pointing towards
her.
"Mmmmm...Mr. Sullivan, where did you come from so fast?"
"None of your concern, Kristene." said Pam in her official voice, signalling
to both of them that she was to be in charge of whatever pleasure might
happen tonight.
"Do you like this, slut?" Pam asked Kristy, while fondling John's hard
cock. It felt fantastic to the horny man, as did the idea of being exposed
to the eighteen-year-old.
"Yes, Ma'am." Kristy replied, running her tongue sexily along her lips
to signal her desire to taste it.
"I'll bet you do, you horny whore. But what you enjoy tonight will be
up to me, and only me, do you understand that?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts." she replied in her submissive voice. But she did
not take her eyes off the object of her desires.
"And John, you understand that as usual, I am in control." Pam said
sternly to her lover.
"Yes, mistress." he replied in a quiet, submissive voice.
"Excellent. Stand there and don't move." She then went around to the side of
the bed, opened a drawer, and extracted a set of handcuffs. Returning, she
moved behind him, and automatically he placed his hands behind his back to
be cuffed.
Wow, thought Kristy. I've always wanted to get really kinky.
After the cuffs clicked shut, Pam took her submissive lover's cock in
her hand and led him towards the bathroom. "You come too, sweetie." she
told Kristy. The naked teenager hopped off the bed and followed meekly
but with a growing sense of excitement.
"Bend over." Pam commanded. John knew this was meant for him, and bent
over so that his ass was raised towards his mistress.
"Now, girl, open that top drawer there and take out the pink one." Kristy
did as she was told, and inside the drawer she saw several of what looked
like misshapen plugs in different colors. As ordered, she took out the
pink one.
"Get the tube of KY too." Kristy looked in and got it out also. She could
feel her tingle and wetten at the sheer kinkiness of what they were
doing. And since she was only following orders, she didn't have any need to
feel guilty or ashamed, not that she would have anyway. She'd long ago
decided to devote herself to the service of pleasure.
"Do you know what this it?" asked Pam.
"I think so." replied Kristy, "It's a butt plug."
"That's right. And do you know what we use it for?"
"No, Miss Roberts."
"Tell her, John."
He spoke from his bent over position. "When the plug is up my ass, it
reminds me that I belong to Mistress Pamela, and that I am to do what I
am ordered to do, and only that."
"That's right." Pam confirmed, "He's my toy boy, and tonight he's going
to be of service to both of us. He'll be devoted to our pleasure, and he
will receive pleasure only as a reward for doing a good job on us."
"Cool." replied the horny teen. "I love kinky stuff."
"Remember, dear, that you too are to follow my orders without question,
and while you may give orders to slave here, after asking my permission
first, you must obey me instantly at all times."
"Yes, Miss Roberts."
"Now, pretty girl, squirt some of that lube on your finger and put it
on his asshole."
Kristy did as ordered, of course, removing the cap and squeezing the tube so
that a wad of the clear gel coated her forefinger. She then got down
on her knees behind the submissive ass of the tall school administrator and
rubbed the lubed finger all over his anus, making it shine in the cool
bathroom light.
"Put your finger in his asshole." Pam commanded, and Kristy pushed her
finger inwards. The tight ring of his ass resisted only slighty before the
feminine finger slipped inside. It felt warm, tight, and rubbery. She had
had her finger up the ass of some of the boys, but never an adult. Now she
was fingering the ass of one of the officials at her school. The thrill made
her almost shiver. Her felt all open and warm and ready for action,
but she tried to ignore it as she worked her finger around in his ass. He
made no obvious reaction but she knew how intensely it must feel to him. She
could see his hard cock twitch and bob and she played.
"Enough fun for him. Take it out." the woman ordered, and Kristy
reluctantly removed the finger.
"Now lube the plug and push it in him."
Kristy had never done this, but she squirted more KY onto the rounded
head of the plug (it was obvious which was the head and tail of it from
the shape) and then put it up to John's asshole.
"Relax it, slave. Get ready." said Pam.
"Yes, mistress." replied her slave/lover. He concentrated hard on relaxing
his ass muscles, knowing that would make the coming invasion much easier
to bear.
"Push it in. No need to be careful about it." ordered his mistress.
Kristy obeyed, pushing the plug until the head began to open John's
asshole. It was surprisingly easy. She pushed harder, and the thing just
slipped in without a fight. But the bent-over moaned and grunted rather
loudly as it happened. The cute teen got another wicked thrill out of making
him moan. I'd like to fuck a some time, up the ass with a dildo, she
thought. She wondered if these two kinky adults had ever done that. She'd
have to ask, one day.
"That's right, it's all the way in there." Pam stated the obvious. Only
the outer ring, with a little grip on it for easy removal, was visible.
"Now stand up." she ordered the impaled sex slave, and he obeyed,
straightning up rather stiffly and turning around to face his two
mistresses. His face betrayed his excitement and pleasure. It was obvious
even to the relatively inexperienced teen that he enjoyed this kind of kink
enormously.
"See this?" asked Pam. She was holding his outthrust cock, and squeezing
the tip. A clear drop of precum rolled out. "You can have it if you want
it." the woman offered.
Kristy had not got gotten up off her knees, so it was easy to take the
bulbous velvety cockhead into her mouth and lewdly slurp the precum off
of it. John felt his knees weaken as the wave of delight swept up his cock
and into his body. She worked her lips and tongue on the head laciviously,
wanting to show to both her new lovers that she would do anything they
might desire, and be as nasty and kinky as anyone, anywhere.
"Not too much, girl. He'll get his pleasure later, if he's a good boy.
But right now, he knows that if he should for any reason before he
gets permission, the punishment will be severe."
Again, the horny teen, who could feel her own wet and hot and
tingly, reluctantly stopped her sexual activity on the delicious man.
"Now into the bedroom, you two. And kneel down on the side of the bed
nearest the bathroom. Both of you, side by side. Face the bed, and don't
look at one another or even move until I return."
John and Kristy, both enjoying the submissive role and eager to obey, walked
quickly into the bedroom and got down on their knees as ordered. He was
still handcuffed, with a pink butt plug up his ass, but she was free except
for her desire to satisfy her new adult lover Pam with perfect and instant
obedience. Neither had any idea what was coming next -- Pam's creativity was
so great than even her lover who had been fucking and kinking with her for a
full year could not know what she would dream up.
Pam left the room, still in her dress, and headed for the kitchen. She had a
new idea, and was of course going to see where it led. She was more excited
than she could remember in a long time. The idea of having the horny
teenager in a kinky threesome, and running the resultant risks, had made all
prudent thoughts flee as her always-rampant sex hormones took control. It
was hard being in control, she thought. What she'd really like to do is just
jump in and fuck them both silly, but she knew that the payoff in pleasure
would be greater if she made them, especially him, wait.
She returned to the bedroom with nothing more elaborate than a simple
paper plate. She placed it on the bed, and ordered her two slaves to watch
her. As they did, she slowly and seductively wiggled out of the tight green
dress, revealing her somewhat tall sexy body. Pam was about five foot nine,
and towered over the sexy teen by about six inches. But she was still shorter
than her six foot two male lover.
Having made herself naked at last, she took the paper plate off the
bed, and placed it carefully underneath the hard cock of her man.
"Now, slutfucker, you are to kneel there like a good boy, and watch
Kristy and I make love to each other on this bed. As you do, you'll get
very horny, and want to join in desperately. The arousal will produce more
precum, and if you don't move from this spot, the precum will gradually
dribble out onto this plate. It will make little spots there. Your job,
if you want your pleasure tonight, is to make ten separate individual spots
on the plate, all with your precum. Only after I count ten spots will you
be allowed to feel or be felt by us. Since you can't touch your own cock,
it will be up to you to control yourself so that the dribbles don't fall
on one another and have two or more count as one."
"Yes, Mistress." was all he said. But Pam could see him tremble with
excitement. He loved to be dominated, and he loved to watch other people
have sex. This was the ultimate kick for him.
"Now, you redheaded little slut bitch, get that sweet hot tongue ready
to give my honeypot a stir." Pam demanded.
Lewdly, Kristy responded by licking her own lips with her sexy tongue.
As she did, Pam lay back on the bed, her loins only a couple of feet from
her kneeling lover, and spread her legs widely and invitingly.
"Get to work."
The beautiful pink slit called Kristy to her duty more powerfully than the
words of it's owner. It was flowered open and shining with the moisture
produced by the outrageous state of arousal Pam was in. Dominating her lover
did it to her every time, not to mention the sight of the sexy freckled face
of the teen who was even now approaching her with a look of transported
lust.
Kristy could feel her own honey seeping out as she got close enough to
inhale the rich musk. Unwilling to wait for anything, she unhesitatingly
extended her tongue and slipped it deep into the tangy depth of the waiting
cunt. This brought a gasp from the woman, and true to her nature she
began to talk to her tormentor.
"Suck it slut, suck it hard. Drink it down." The teenager did as ordered,
joyfully, puckering her lips and pushing her long hot tongue into as far
as she could into the warm velvet tunnel. The taste was incredible. No
young she had ever had tasted so strong, so powerful, so sexy
as this! As her tongue licked at the slick walls, she put on a powerful
suction, tendrils of Pam's honey into her mouth, drinking it down
as ordered.
"God Daaaaaamn." Pam grunted, "You sexy fucking cunt, you know how to
suck a woman." At this, the naturally talented Kristy pulled her tongue
out and began licking deep in the furrow between the fine brown hairs,
working her way slowly up towards the ultimate goal, the trigger that would
make her lover explode. Pam did not protest, but gritted her teeth. Her
body was all afire with a flame of an intensity she had never felt before.
"Oh, ohhhhhhh you sweet bitch you fuck me so good." Pam's clit was not
hidden, but exposed for the world to see and feel, it seemed. Kristy did
not hold back, but flicked mercilessly at the hard little root of pleasure.
Often, Pam liked teasing and holding back, but not now.
"Oh, god, ohhh gooooood, it feels so good, yes, if you stop I'll kill
you." As she licked, Kristy slipped a finger into the helpless woman's
cunt, twisting and turning it as deep as it would fit.
"FUCK ME!" Pam cried out. Without mercy, Kristy put another finger in,
and began to scissor them back and forth as her tongue strokes began to
get harder and harder.
Pam had forgotten the world, forgotten John, the only thing that could
matter was the wild feeling between her legs. She was an animal, letting
her whole body and soul be destroyed in an all-consuming fire. Her hips
began, on their own, to heave and thrust upwards. Kristy had to hold on
to keep contact, but she had done that before, and rode with it. Her own
cunt was flowing and desperately wanted relief.
The scream was like nothing John had ever heard from her, or anyone
else. If he hadn't been so into it, so turned on, he'd have worried about
the neighbors calling the police.
"AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAuuuggggggggg" it seemed to go on, rising and falling
and his lover heaved hard into the wet, clinging face of the girl,
over and over.
When it was over she lay still, and Kristy tried to lick her again but
she reached down and pushed the away, saying "Not now it's too
sensitive." The sexy teen just rested her head on Pam's soft thigh and
looked past her heaving chest to her face, with it's closed eyes. Kristy
wore a shiny beard of woman-honey. Her own throbbed with lust.
John had watched all this, panting at the pleasure. He had been unable
to think of his task, and drops of precum had indeed risen and dribbled
on the plate, but not under his control. His cock was as hard as he ever
felt it. He thought that if this went on much longer he could just his seed without being touched at all.
At last Pam recovered her voice. "Give me your ass, honey. I want to
taste you."
The deeply horny watched as the lovely, sexy repositioned herself
over his own tall and athletic lover. Kristy had the most gorgeous ass
he had ever seen. He had thought that one day, when she was older, it might
be too wide; but right now the pleasing bulge of her hips over her strong
young perfect legs made her look like the very goddess of fertility and
lust. Venus indeed.
Kristy needed to cum, and she needed it badly, deep in her guts. She wasted
no time planting her knees on either side of her mistress, and lowering her
sopping wet down onto the waiting lips and tongue.
"Ooohhhhhhhh." she moaned in her deep sexy voice as she felt the first swipe
of the experienced woman's tongue on her neglected and therefore
oh-so-sensitive labia. "Lick my cunt, please."
John loved to hear the talk so dirty. It meant they had no hangups,
no inhibitions, and that they respected and loved one another; otherwise
the use of words like 'cunt' would have been wounding. He felt his cock
twitch as it stood untouched and wanting. He shifted on his knees, hoping
to drip in a different spot on the plate as he endured yet another bout
of lusty sex by the women just three feet from his face.
Kristy raised her face towards the ceiling, eyes closed, and she
unconciously brought her hands to her brown nipples and began to rub and
pinch them. They stood out proudly as she tweaked. Her jiggled sexily,
bringing another drop or two from John's pleasure-deprived cock. But all the
sex-crazed teen could feel was the probing and licking as Pam's tongue found
it's way into every crease and fold of her most sensitive parts.
Soon she began to rub her slit on her lover's upturned face, moving
it slightly up and down. The face underneath her was covered in her juices,
and John could see Pam's tongue stabbing and flicking under the bush of
reddish pubic hair.
"Lick me." Pam managed to blurt as Kristy ground her down. But
the was so lost in pleasure she didn't hear or didn't respond. So
Pam reached up and put her hands on the girl's back, and pushed her down
towards her own pussy. "Lick me." she repeated. This time the lust-twisted
girl understood and bent down into the sixty-nine position.
The view from John's position was inbelievably sexy. Pam lay on her
back, her legs spread, with the curvacous ass of the lusty Kristy pressed
tightly to her face. Between her legs the tangle of the teenager's
hair moved sexily as she began to lick and probe Pam's drenched cunt.
Both women just humped their asses into the face of their partner as
they grunted and panted in animalistic lust. The lips and tongues made
wet slurping noises, and the intense smell of womanhood filled the room.
It was the single sexiest, wildest, most beautiful thing John Sullivan
had ever seen in his thirty years.
Kristy was the first to give in. "Aw, Fuuuuuuuuck." she moaned, as she
hunched her hips on Pam's face. "Fuuuuuuuck, ah shit I'm CUMMING!" She
hunched hard and fast, her eyes shut and her lips curled. Even her toes
were curled.
As soon as the hunches stopped, she proved her sexual devotion and prowess
by diving right back down into the hot wet valley. Her tongue again swabbed
and swirled and probed on Pam's sensitive clit.
"Eat it, slut!" Pam growled into the teenager's throbbing pussy.
"Tongue-fuck me till I on your face again!" She grabbed Kristy's
bountiful ass cheeks and pulled them down on her face, doing what she was
ordering her lover to do, sliding her hot tongue deep up inside.
Pam slapped the girl's ass, making her cheeks jiggle. A few slaps and
then "Huunngggggggggghhhh" she growled like an as she pushed her hips
up off the waterbed and came again in Kristy's cute freckled face. The just opened her mouth and out the honey as it flowed freely. As Pam
settled down, and began to lick at Kristy again, the oversexed teen once
again came with a grunt and moan, squirting her own copious honey stream
into Pam's open mouth.
John thought that he was going to die from being overstimulated without
release. As soon as they could recover, he was going to beg, plead, anything
to get into the act.
"Please, please, please." he begged, not able to even wait for the recovery
to take place. Pam finally heard him, and pushed Kristy away just enough
to see her desperately aroused lover kneeling where she'd left him, handcuffed
with his hard cock jutting out and the head shiny with precum.
"Let's both fuck him." Pam suggested in a husky voice, the paper plate
thing totally forgotten. She was not that committed a dom anyway, she just
did it to heighten their sexual pleasure by playing games.
"Yeah, I want that cock in my cunt." Kristy said without a trace of
shyness. She climbed off, and Pam jumped down and unlocked the handcuffs.
As she did, she kissed her lover deeply.
"Get up on the bed, on your back." Pam ordered.
John wasted not a second getting into position.
"All right, sweet slut girl, climb on him, but be careful not to fuck
him too hard, or he'll before you get a chance to ride him very long."
Kristy, wanting the feel of a cock deep inside her, straddled his hips
and guided him up to her hole. The sight fired Pam even further, and she
was long lost to pure lust already. "Sit on it." she husked, "Sit on it
and let him get used to the feel of your womb, then fuck him slowly."
The horny teen lowered herself slowly, absorbing the delicious feel
of the cock going into her. John lay still, his cock finally getting the
touch it wanted. For him it was almost a relief, which was lucky, because
he needed a minute or two to brace himself for the storm of pleasure-stings
to come.
"So pretty." Pam observed as the last inch was embedded. She reached
down to fondle his balls just below the fabulous curve of the teenager's
ass crack.
"You gonna fuck this slut, Johnny boy?" she asked her lover.
"Please, please let me fuck her." John pleaded.
"You gonna squirt your sperm in her, even if it knocks her up, naughty
boy?"
"Yes, yes, anything, but I have to cum, I have to." he begged.
"Alright, little whore, you can take his seed up your cunt. But you
have to use your to suck it out of him. Beg for it good and I'll let
you fuck him and on him."
"Please, please let me fuck him and feel his shoot in me. Please,
I need it sooooo bad." Kristy begged. Pam's evil side loved to hear the
two of them beg her for their release.
"Don't move yet." she ordered them both. She then climbed up on the
bed herself, and straddled John's head. Slowly, she lowered her sloppy
cunt onto his face. When she felt his lips on hers, she rubbed herself
sexily on him, spreading her juice all over his handsome face. Eventually,
she tired of this and settled her clit where his tongue could lick it.
"Fuck his cock, whore. I'll fuck his face. Let's bury this bastard in
womanhood till he knows we're the master sex."
Kristy started fucking instantly. She slid up and down the wonderful
cock in a steady rhythm. Pam just held herself over the sweet tongue, savoring
the feel of it. He could lick almost as well as a woman could, she
thought. Another good reason to keep him around.
The two women were facing one another, so it was natural for them to
feel each other's tits, and lean into one another's kiss. Musky sex-drenched
tongues were exchanged. Tweaked and pulled nipples sent tingles of lust
down to stuffed and licked pussies. The extravagant superfluity of sexual
feelings, on top of the cums they both recently had, sent them into a kind
of sensual paradise.
John was in his own paradise, licking and on a gorgeous as he felt the tight hot of the teen sex goddess ripple up and down
his increasingly sensitive cock. He hoped he could last until they both
came, but he wasn't sure.
Kristy was the first to explode. She always loved the feel of a sliding
cock when she was on top -- it massaged her clit in such a sweet way.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck" she grunted again, and hunched again, this time on the cock
in her pussy.
"Cum on it, bitch." Pam growled. She rubbed her even harder on
John's tongue. For his part, he couldn't last any longer.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaa." he groaned into the grinding cunt, and thrust his hips
up to squirt his long-held load of white-hot sperm into Kristy's welcoming,
and cumming, womb.
"Yeah, yeah!" Pam squealed "Juice her, squirt her, knock her up!" The
wildness of it sent her over too, and she screamed again, this time into
Kristy's twisted face as she felt her guts turn to white fire and explode
in John's open mouth.
All three wiggled and jerked and humped like animals, then slowly the
two women quieted, and rolled off the sex-drenched body of the languid
man. Gasps for breath were heard everywhere, but they gradually subsided.
But no one moved, laying together in a sweaty naked tangle on Pam's waterbed.
I wonder what time it is? Pam eventually thought, lying there. And I
wonder if any neighbors have noticed the strange car in the driveway at
this not-very-innocent hour? But the risk sent a tiny tingle up her almost
exhausted pussy.
Ah, fuck the neighbors, she thought. Then: Hey, that's not such a bad
idea. Maybe we will.
Chapter 4: Doctor's Appointment
Following their night of unrestrained lust, in the clear cool light
of dawn Pam and John had asked Kristy to make a doctor's appointment for
a blood test for HIV. They offered to pay for it, but Kristy said they
didn't need to, because she knew a doctor who would give her free services.
Well, maybe not entirely free, but if all you had to do was give a
good-looking doctor a blow job, that wasn't a hard price for the sexy
teenager to pay. That's how she got the birth-control pills from Dr. Greer
years ago, and naturally she called him for this appointment too. His
receptionist, Gwen, knew a special arrangement when she saw one, and
scheduled her for the blood the very next day, and a follow-up as
the last appointment of the next week.
-=*=-
The last patient had left a quarter hour before Kristy drove up, late
as usual, for her follow-up appointment.
"Hi Kristy!" Gwen chirped as the door to the small practice closed behind
the luscious ass of the redheaded teen. Gwen knew Kristy from school --
she had graduated the same year the younger had become a freshman.
Gwen was close to being the sex goddess of her class, but was a bit too
slim and small-chested to claim the title outright. But if it had been
chosen on talent, as opposed to looks also, the willowy would have
won going away. Dr. Greer could recognize talent when he saw it, which
is why he hired her as his receptionist. Receiving, as well as giving,
was something Gwen was well qualified for.
"Hi Gwen! Am I too late? Shit, I'm always late for everything. I'm so
sorry."
"No, you're right on time. the nurse just left, since I told her that
was the last for the day. But of course we don't count you in the official
patient list." she replied with a sly smile. Kristy knew exactly what was
going on, and loved it. But she was a little worried. You tend to be when
the doctor wants to talk to you after a blood test.
"What does Dr. Greer want?" Kristy asked.
"Nothing much. Don't worry -- your test was negative. But he wants to
talk to you. So come on back with me." she said with a inviting smile.
"I'll bet he just wants to talk." Kristy muttered under her breath.
As she followed Gwen, she couldn't help but watch the girl's sexy
ass swaying, thinking to herself how nice it might be to taste what lay
between those legs.
Dr. Greer was waiting in the examination room -- a switch from the usual
procedure. There was no one else in the office, which appeared to
be closed, with all lights off except for the hall and the examination
room Dr. Greer was in. Surely, Kristy thought, the friendly doctor
would want another "payment" for the services he rendered. Good thing
he was good-looking, even for a very of forty or so. He didn't
even have much gray in his hair, and his cock was, well, just about the
biggest Kristy had seen -- even bigger than Gary, the school's top stud.
"Hello Kristy." he said cordially, "nice to see you again.".
"Nice to see you, Dr. Greer." replied Kristy, a trifle warily.
"First, let me assure you your test was negative, which means you have
no infection. In fact, as far as we can tell, you're and healthy
as a horse."
"Well, thanks, I guess."
"That's good." he smiled, "Being healthy as a is an saying. But,
Kristy, quite frankly people don't come in and ask for HIV tests unless they
have been engaging in what they know is risky behavior, wouldn't you agree
with that?"
Kristy truly hated being lectured by adults. "Yes, Dr. Greer." And she had
endured thousands of them, it seemed to her. She knew how to be agreeable,
and then do whatever she wanted once the lecture was over.
"But I'm your doctor, not your advisor. I can't tell you what do to with
your life, but I can tell you that while running risks can seem like fun to
a person who thinks they're immortal, it has resulted in some folks never having lived to see their twenty-fifth birthday. You wouldn't
want that, would you?"
"But I thought that AIDS was mostly a thing, and that if I stayed
away from that inclined to the queer side, so to speak, I'd be pretty
safe. I don't know of any kids at Pinecrest that have AIDS." The had decided to be more assertive, since she was over eighteen now, instead
of her usual "yes sir, yes sir" self.
"That's a common misconception Kristy." Dr. Greer was being his responsible
adult self now, although Kristy wished he'd just get horny and pull out
his cock. "First, HIV is a virus, and doesn't know or care what the sexual
preference of the person it infects may happen to be. It doesn't
care whether it's a or a woman. Second, you can't know which
boys may have had a experience, since high-school hide
that more carefully than they hide their copies of Penthouse, and
third, an HIV infection doesn't bloom into visible AIDS for many years,
but you can still pick up the virus while it's hiding. So you see,
you aren't safe at all unless your sexual partners use condoms... got that?"
"Yes, I do, but Dr. Greer," Kristy had decided to steer the conversion
in a direction she was more comfortable with, "first of all, I'm so
horny, and I feel that way almost all the time. Even after
I've had great sex several times in one night, when I wake up the next
morning, my feels already like it wants more. When I'm in math
class, and the teacher is talking about equations, I'm thinking about hard
cocks with purple heads all ready to cum. In English, instead of
irregular verbs, I'm thinking about irregular tongues licking up and down
my pussy. I wear a pad to school every day, and often I have to change
it around lunchtime it gets so soaked. I know I'm abnormal, but I can't
seem to help it."
"You're not abnormal." Dr Greer said, even as he felt his own
cock twinge and start to swell in his pants at the girl's sexual
imagery, "Many people have hormone storms frequently at your age.
And I understand that once you start to become sexually active, you will
continue to be. That's just human nature. But it doesn't take
much effort to take a few elementary precautions, when so much is at stake."
"I have a question. Is it safe to have sex with virgins?"
"Well, if they truly are virgins, yes, the risk would be minimal."
"And how about with people that have been tested and are clean, is that
okay?"
"Again, if you are sure they have been tested and aren't lying about
it, and haven't had any unprotected sex since their last test, then the
risk is less, certainly."
"Well, Dr Greer, have you been tested?" the asked saucily, yet
with a hint of seduction.
"Yes." he replied. He picked up on her tone of voice instantly,
and his cock began to fill pleasurably.
"Would you mind examining me to see if I really am normal?" she asked
in an almost, but not quite, innocent voice. But the savvy doctor
knew what this was an invitation for.
"Certainly." he replied. "But I have to have another female present,
it's the law. Would you mind if Gwen joined us?"
"Not at all, I'd like that." Kristy replied, thinking of the gentle
swaying of the sexy ass as she followed it down the hallway.
"Please undress then, I'll be right back."
Dr. Greer steped outside to the hall and talked to his hand-picked
receptionist. "Gwen, would you be so kind as to check the doors to be sure
they are locked, and also make sure the lights are off in the reception
area, and then join me in exam room C."
By way of reply, Gwen pulled him into the shadows and leaned up to give
him a sexy french kiss, while grabbing his crotch where she felt the big
hard cock getting even bigger. He kissed her back and felt up her
ass. They had both been waiting eagerly for the sexy teen to make
another appearance, and had planned this setup pretty carefully.
Returning to the little exam room, they were both pleased to see the sexy
Kristy standing there as naked as the day she was born, not even socks on
her feet. Most patients would have quickly donned a hospital gown, but not
the sexy redhead, who loved showing off her body. The forty-one year doctor and his twenty-two year receptionist were an appreciative
audience. Gwen could feel her honey start to flow at the sight of the
beautiful uplifted and heartbreakingly gorgeous ass, with it's rounded
curves leading down to perfectly smooth sexy legs.
For his part, the doctor felt his cock stiffen to its full length of
just over nine inches, making a visible bulge in his pants. But he
was an experienced, not to say jaded, gourmet of sexual pleasure and so
he proceeded with the plan.
"Please climb up on the table, Kristy, and let me adjust these stirrups.
When I get them out to the proper spot, please put one foot in each one."
His horny patient did as she was told, and soon she was spread wide for
examination, her drooling