Legshow by DaChe (rev) Kanga


Part 1 except for some near the end is DaChe's, the rest after that is 
mine. Kanga

Part I - Memories

I see him walking down the hall towards me. He has the omnipresent 
camera case around his shoulder with the camera in his hand as he 
catches my eyes. His penetrating green eyes seem to look deep into me 
and I feel a strange sensation inside me.

I cheerfully greet him with "hello Francis, how are you this 
afternoon."

He looks at me sullenly and replies "hello Miss Waye how do you think I 
am?"

I frown slightly as I know the assignment I gave out today will 
probably cause him to stay up most of the night to complete.

"Well Francis, I'll be looking forward to your presentation in class 
tomorrow. I'm sure you'll be prepared."

"Miss Waye, you know I don't like algebra and besides, photographers 
don't need algebra."

"Francis, everyone needs to understand algebra. If you would apply 
yourself to it one half as much as you do to pictures, you would get 
straight A's."

"I don't know Miss Waye, I bet there are things that you don't 
understand and don't want to either. I just don't think I'll be able to 
do this by tomorrow."

"Francis, would you like me to help you? I'm not doing anything this 
evening and I would be glad to spend some time getting you started."

"OK Miss Waye." he sighed "What time and where?"

"Don't sound so resigned. I'm sure once you begin to grasp the 
fundamentals you may actually enjoy Algebra. You can come to my 
apartment at 143 So. Locust Apartment 609 after supper. Say about seven 
o'clock. Would that be all right?"

"Yes Miss Waye, I'll be there."

This is my fourth year as an Algebra teacher at the High school even 
though I am in my early thirties. I married after college and divorced 
8 years later after an unrewarding marriage. I had a dead end job as a 
secretary, then I decided to return to school to get my teaching 
credentials. I'm determined to make teaching a rewarding experience in 
spite of my past failures. I have not been satisfied with some of my my 
past and feel that meeting the challenge of Francis, a bright 
insightful student, although misdirected, will be my first victory.

A knock on the door to the apartment wakes me from my thoughts and I 
peer through the peep hole to see Francis standing outside my door with 
his camera equipment and Algebra book.

"Come in Francis" I say as I open the door. "Sit on the couch by the 
coffee table and we can begin." 

I sit on the chair to the right of the couch so I could assist Francis 
with his work. I had not changed clothes and still wore my dress suit 
but I had slipped off my shoes and I was now in my stocking feet. As I 
casually sit down I notice Francis glance at my legs then stare at my 
stockinged feet. 

"I'm sorry Francis but I didn't have time to change and my feet are 
killing me. I hope you don't mind if I don't put my shoes back on."

"No Miss Waye" he replies as he continues to stare at my feet, "I think 
you have very nice legs and feet. I never saw any girls wearing 
pantyhose like that with the shaded parts at the toes and heels 
before."

"To tell you a little secret Francis, I'm not wearing pantyhose. I'm 
wearing stockings which I find more comfortable and cooler, especially 
this time of the year." I say as I feel a strange stirring deep within 
me making me blush.

"Oh you mean like these" he says as he hands me a picture from his 
camera bag. A picture of a long legged shoeless model standing with her 
skirt pulled up to her waist with her legs spread open. Her bright red 
painted toe nails show through the reinforced toes of the sheer black 
nylon stockings she is wearing which also have reinforced heels. The 
dark shadow from her pubic hair is visible through her sheer white 
panties along with the outline from the lips of her cunt. Her bright 
red lips display a sensual smile as she stares directly into the camera 
lens.

The picture brings back a flood of stirrings from 20 years in the past 
when I was just at high school. I recall an incident in study hall when 
I sat facing the windows at a cafeteria table at one end of the room. 
During the study period, there is a small commotion which results in a 
young good-looking green eyed blonde boy being made to stand as 
punishment. The teacher, Mr. Martin, places the boy right in front of 
the table I am sitting at. He is standing with his back to me looking 
out the window as I stare at him. He turns around and I look down 
quickly at my book hoping he doesn't catch me. I peek up from my book 
and see that, although he has an open book in his hand, his eyes are 
looking elsewhere. I am wearing a loose skirt with stockings held up by 
a garter belt and I slipped off my shoes for comfort. I shift in my 
chair while crossing my legs and I see his eyes follow my movements and 
I realized he is staring under the table at my legs.

I feel a strange thrill that this handsome boy is interested in looking 
at me and I begin to experiment with small movements. I slide down 
further in the chair and he slouchs against the wall. I slowly uncross 
my legs then cross them in the other direction and his eyes remain 
glued to my legs and feet. I again uncross my legs and slide my feet 
back to cause my knees to elevate slightly. My skirt rides up about two 
inches above my knees and all I have to do to allow him a glance up my 
skirt is to part my knees. I begin a rhythmic movement of slightly 
opening and closing my knees and watch as his eyes become bigger while 
staring at my movements. I reach down with one hand and scratch my 
thigh causing my skirt to rise to the bottom of dark band at the top of 
my stockings.

I watch as his breathing became shorter and shorter until it is almost 
in gasps. I begin to feel a pleasurable warm wetness between my legs 
that I never felt before. I raise one knee higher than the other and 
slowly allow my knees to separate until they are about a foot apart 
knowing that I was giving him a full view of my inner thighs and pink 
panties.

I notice a bulge in his pants which seems to throb and a faint wet spot 
at the top of the bulge. His hips are undulating back and forth to a 
rhythm that was somehow familiar and I feel an overwhelming urge to 
caress my vagina.

I slowly reach under the table with both my hands, place them on the 
insides of my legs and began to move them slowly up towards the warm 
moist center of my legs causing my skirt to ride higher up my thighs. 
As my hands pass over the top of my stockings the boy is gaping at me 
with his mouth open and I stare at the bulge that is visibly pulsating 
in his pants. My skirt is up to my waist as my hands touch the edge of 
my pink panties. I spread my legs wide and brazenly rub my cunt to 
alleviate this uncontrollable desire I feel.

Suddenly my body begins to jerk and I let a gasp escape my lips as I 
feel myself sink down into what feels like a warm pool. I look up at 
the boy as he grabs the front of his pants and jerks about as the wet 
spot rapidly grows.

Right then Mr. Martin arrives, gapes at my raised skirt, blushes 
intensely, then grabs the boy and takes him from the room. I am 
embarrassed but realized that only the boy and Mr. Martin see the 
condition I am in.

Shortly after that I receive a note from Mr. Martin directing me to 
report to him, in his office, after last period. All during the rest of 
the school day I shiver in fear at what is going to happen but I know 
I'd better be there when he wants me.

"Come in" he says sternly when I knock at his office door and I walk 
nervously into the room. He points to a chair on the other side of his 
desk and says "close the door and sit down here." 

Apprehensively I sit down as he demands, "Waye, why were you and that 
boy exposing yourselves at study hall today?"

"I-I-I don't know", I stammer.

"Do you know what happened to that boy when you showed him your 
panties?"

I was almost in tears as I reply "No, not really."

"Well, I guess you know your parents will have to be notified about 
this incident" he states matter of factly, as he gazes off to one side.

"Oh please Mr. Martin, please don't tell my parents." I plead, "I 
promise it will never happen again. Oh please don't tell them."

I notice a slight grin on his face.

"Well maybe there is a way that we can teach you a lesson and not have 
to bother your parents with this. If I do this favor for you, you must 
promise you won't expose yourself in study hall again, and I will show 
you what happened to the boy. Also, you must do whatever I tell you 
and, since I won't tell what happened today, you must promise not to 
tell."

"Oh yes Mr. Martin, I promise and I will do whatever you want."

"I want you to go over and lock the office door then come over to my 
side of the desk." 

I do what he asks and stand stiffly alongside his chair.

"Lift up your skirt" he commands, and when I hesitate, "Waye, if your 
not going to cooperate then I guess I'll just have to call your 
parents" he states as he picks up the telephone receiver from the desk.

I reach out and grab his hand and franticly plead, "no Mr. Martin 
please give me another chance. I'll do what you say." I quickly reach 
down and raise the hem of my skirt to the tops of my stockings.

"That's a little better Waye. Now lift it higher." he drawls as I raise 
the skirt above my stocking tops high enough to expose my panties. I 
feel myself beginning to flush as I watch this adult ogle my nylon 
sheathed legs and panty covered pussy.

He reaches out his hand to my leg and slowly moves it up my leg to the 
tops of my stockings then back down again. 

"Mmmm Waye, I love the feel of young firm thighs under sheer silky 
stockings", he sighs as his touch makes my body tingle.

"Take off your shoes and sit on my desk with your feet on the arms of 
my chair." 

Fearing that he would change his mind and tell my parents I do as he 
asks. I remove my shoes and while remaining seated, Mr. Martin moves it 
backwards making room for me to climb on the desk. I raise my legs and 
place my feet on the chair arms as Mr. Martin moves the chair close to 
the desk causing my knees to spread apart. I lean back slightly and 
place my hands behind me on the desk for support. I look at Mr. Martin, 
seated between my legs, and see him staring intently between my legs. 
This position displays my body, from my waist down, for his 
unobstructed viewing and I again feel the stirrings in my young pussy.

"Relax Waye, I'm not going to hurt you" he says as he massages the 
entire length of my legs from my toes to my panties.

Mr. Martin continues to rub and squeeze my nylon sheathed legs and feet 
for a few minutes then moves his hands above my stocking tops and 
massages the naked flesh of my thighs. He moves his hands to the 
insides of my thighs, and as I feel them moving closer to my nylon 
covered pussy my pulse quickens.

"Waye, your panties are damp" he says with a snicker as he rubs the 
nylon panties against my now swollen pussy lips. 

The sensations I feel are very pleasurable and I spread my legs wider 
apart to allow him more access to the moist panties covering my pussy.

I blush intensely as he commands, "pull off your panties and hand them 
to me". 

I comply by leaning to one side raising first one cheek then the other 
as I slide the panties off my ass. Down my legs come the panties to my 
knees which are parted. I hold the panties as I withdraw one leg then I 
let the panties slide down the other leg to my foot which I lift up so 
Mr. Martin can remove them. He takes the damp panties in his hands and 
caresses them. He puts them to his face and sniffs the crotch which is 
damp and still holds the aroma from the earlier episode.

"Pull your skirt to your waist and spread your legs apart as far as you 
can." 

With my naked cunt fully exposed to his view I feel the same urge to 
touch myself that I felt earlier. I watch through my widely spread legs 
as he reaches down, unbuckles hisbelt, unzips his pants, and pulls the 
pants and underwear down to his ankles. I never saw a man's swollen 
cock before and I could not take my eyes from it. 

He smiles as he directs me, "lay sideways on the desk with your head 
down here by me and your feet over there." 

Following his request, I turn sideways on the top of the desk and lay 
sideways on the edge. I slide down until my head is in the middle of 
the desk and my legs dangling off the side. He tilts my head sideways 
towards him, and as he stands up his hard cock is even with my face. I 
see the red swollen head of his dick with the purple veins bulging out. 
He reaches down, raises my skirt to my waist, parts my legs with his 
hand, and gently rubs my soaking wet cunt.

"Reach out and touch my cock" he says and I am surprised at how firm 
and smooth it feels. 

He moves closer to my face and I see a drop of moisture form at the end 
of his cock. 

"Open your mouth", he commands huskily and I comply. 

He rubs my now wet pussy harder as he inserts his cock into my mouth. 
Instinctively I close my lips and suck on his turgid member tasting the 
slightly salty liquid oozing from his cock end.

"Oh yes, your mouth feels so good" he moans as he begins to undulate 
his hips causing his cock to move back and forth in my mouth.

He inserts one of his fingers in my cunt and twirls it around. I 
respond by thrusting my hips against his penetrating fingers as I feel 
the warmth rise again in my loins as I eagerly suck on his cock moving 
within my mouth.

"Put your hand on my balls", he gasps "and squeeze them gently." 

I feel them swell slightly as his movements become more frantic.

"Move your tongue over the bottom of my cock" he directs, and moans, 
"OOOHH that feels so good!" as I comply to his directions.

"Now" he blurts "this is what happened to that boy. Oh fuck I'm 
coming!"

He lunges with his cock in my mouth and I feel it throb. A warm salty 
fluid fills my mouth and throat as he moans loudly and I swallow 
rapidly. At that moment my pussy explodes with a much stronger feeling 
than earlier and I again sink weightlessly into a warm pool, barely 
conscious of Mr. Martin's cock still moving about within my mouth......

"Miss Waye, Miss Waye, are you all right?" I hear Francis ask with 
anxiety.

"Yes Francis" I reply with an unsteady voice. 

The intensity of the memory leaves me shaken, with a wetness between my 
legs. 

"I was just startled by this picture", I lie, "I didn't think a nice 
boy like you would be carrying a picture like this around."

"Gee Miss Waye, I didn't mean to startle you but I don't think this 
picture is bad. I think it's a good picture and doesn't show anymore 
than a bathing suit shows. Besides she is a nice looking lady but I bet 
your legs are better than hers."

"Someone your age shouldn't be interested in looking at women's legs 
and underwear" I again lie as I recall the boy from study hall.

Then I realize that Francis looks like the boy I remember from study 
hall and feel a flush come over me.

"What can I do to get you back interested in completing this 
assignment?" I quickly ask in an effort to hide my embarrassment, "You 
need some incentive to get your attention back to work." 

I'll make a deal with you Miss Waye" Francis replies. "I'll finish this 
assignment for you if you'll promise to pose for some pictures for me" 
he adds with an enthusiasm I have not seen in him before.

"Well, Francis you flatter me but I don't think that would be a good 
idea" I answer and I see the disappointment in his face. 
With a feeling that I was failing at my effort to win over this boy's 
interest I continue, "but if you do a good job on this assignment I 
will let you take a couple of pictures of me".

I quickly add, "like the picture you showed me!"

"Okay Miss Waye" replies Francis smiling broadly. "You have a deal!"

The next day after class Francis greets me in the hall with a cheerful, 
"Hi, Miss Waye. What did you think of the presentation?"

"Francis, you know I was very pleased", I reply. "Yours was the best in 
the class."

"Then you won't go back on your deal, will you?" Francis asks with a 
slightly worried look on his face.

Determined not to fail with this boy I say "No Francis. I made a 
promise and I never go back on promises. Do you want to take the 
pictures now before I leave for home?"

"Well Miss Waye, I would like to get some really good pictures and my 
Uncle has a studio near where you live and he said I can use it as long 
as I didn't mess it up. I want these to be the best pictures ever, so 
could you meet me at the studio? Its on the corner of Central and South 
Locus, only a couple of blocks from your apartment."

"Okay Francis when do you want me to be there" I reply thinking, if I 
turn him down I may lose all the ground I gained.

"My Uncle said I could use it anytime after six in the evening so when 
can you be there?" 

"I have to stop at the store so I can be there tonight about seven if 
that's not too late for you." I answer with an uncomfortable feeling, 
wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Okay Miss Waye. I'll see you there tonight. Just knock on the front 
door and I'll let you in."


Part II

I must admit that I faced my appointment with Francis with ambivalent 
feelings. On one hand I wanted to preserve the faith that he was 
beginning to show for my efforts at helping him academically. On the 
other hand the thought of being alone with him and having him take 
photographs of me was titillating. I felt the first warm glow of need 
and I knew my pussy was starting to get a bit wet. Perhaps Francis had 
a usefully sized prick? This might be a fruitful encounter if he has a 
suitable swelling in his pants. I wondered if he had yet managed to 
sink his cock into a receptive pussy like mine?? I knew he was shy, but 
surely one of the girls had managed to sample his sausage. 

As the time for our appointment approached I undressed and decided to 
take a nice relaxing shower. The spray from the shower played against 
my body. I began to soap myself and luxuriated in the creamy feel of 
the soap against the sensitive skin of my milky breasts. I felt a warm 
glow begin to build in my belly as I gently kneaded first one and then 
the other mass of yielding flesh. I know that my breasts are striking. 
Full rounded globes of soft, flawless, creamy white skin set off by 
deep brown nipples that are half an inch long. 

Almost without thinking I began to twirl my slightly swollen nipples 
between my fingers. It felt sooo very nice and the longing in my loins 
became more insistent. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, the 
soapy slick fingers of one hand dropped between my thighs and began an 
intimate exploration of my aroused pussy. I let my fingers trail 
tantalizingly over the sensitive flesh of my puffy outer lips. Around 
and around they made their pleasure provoking journey. Soft moans began 
to escape my lips. 

I spread my legs even further apart and began to gently massage my 
swelling love button. One and then two fingers slipped into my hot 
sheath while my thumb circled my aroused clit. I felt the heat building 
in my belly and my hips started to hump against my fingers. They 
swirled against the soft wet walls of my cunt and I was lost in the 
insatiable desire for release. 

"OOOHHHH..NOWWWW", I cried and I bucked hard against my fingers and 
thumb. My lower body was racked with the spasms of my passionate 
release. I slowly regained my composure, finished showering and 
prepared to dress for my "modeling" session with Francis.

As I knew that Francis wanted to take provocative leg and breast shots 
I thought that I would select some appropriate attire. I searched 
through my lingerie drawer and finally selected a lacy black garter 
belt and very sheer and silky dark stockings. I put these on, enjoying 
the feel of the sleek nylon as it slid up my legs. Then I found a pair 
of very thin black crotchless panties and a pair of my highest heeled 
black shoes.

I looked at myself approvingly in the mirror. The panties did little to 
conceal the pouting lips of my cunt, except when I

fully closed my legs. And the stockings and high heels showcased the 
sensuous curves of my long tapering legs and full lush thighs. I then 
selected a transparent nude colored bra. My full succulent breasts 
strained against the thin material. The dark circles of my areolae and 
the thick brown stalks of my sensitive nipples were clearly visible. In 
fact, I thought, the gossamer transparency only made my full pliant 
tits more inviting and desirable. 

I thought of how Francis might respond to this outfit, and that 
demanding need in my crotch began to assert itself again. To complete 
the ensemble, I put on a white satiny blouse and a tight black leather 
mini skirt. The blouse was open enough to allow an ample amount 
cleavage to be visible. If I leaned forward the thinly veiled sight of 
my ample breasts with their elongated nipples would be clearly visible 
from the front, while from the back my slippery pussy slit would show 
through the frilly edged missing crotch of the pants. The skirt was 
short enough so that when I sat down and crossed my legs an enticing 
amount of my curvaceous thighs came into instant view, even allowing a 
thin wisp of pussy hair to sneak into view if I so desired. 

I knew on one level that I was supposed to be simply motivating a 
student to achieve academic excellence. However, the thought of being a 
cheesecake model for Francis had ignited a glow 
in my body that was becoming more and more demanding. In this frame of 
mental confusion and physical longing I might do just about anything. I 
decided I would go and see Paul, the history master, if I did no good 
with Francis - I needed a good fucking tonight!! I put a light knee 
length coat over my rather sexy attire and headed for the studio.

I arrived about 7:45. Although there were lights on in the studio, the 
door was locked. I knocked and Francis appeared from the back of the 
shop almost immediately. He looked a bit nervous and awkward when he 
let me in.

"Gee, I'm glad you really kept your promise Miss Waye", he said. "I was 
beginning to think that you wouldn't show up". 

"A promise is a promise", I replied. "And you did keep your end of the 
bargain by getting that assignment done properly, so it's only fair 
that I keep my part. Now if you will show me where we are going to take 
these pictures we can complete the arrangement and I can get back home 
to do some work".

Francis locked the front door and led me to a studio room at the back 
of the store. It was complete with all of the photographic equipment 
that I could possibly imagine, even some video cameras. Against one 
wall of the studio was a rather large velvet covered couch. Actually it 
seemed to me that it was more like a bed than a couch, but then again I 
had fucking on my mind. I touched the couch and the material felt very 
rich and soft.

"Shall we get started?" I asked. And with those words I removed my 
coat. I looked at Francis. 

"Err...ah...you look beautiful" he stammered. 

His eyes were riveted on the swell that my teats created as they pushed 
against the satiny whiteness of my blouse. His face had become rather 
flushed and there was the noticeable bulge of an already rising cock in 
his jeans.

"Where should I sit?", I asked calmly as I was now certain I was in 
complete control of this situation. I was also certain, from the 
wetness seeping out of my hungry pussy, that I could not let this 
modeling session end without the feel of that hard cock trusting deeply 
inside of me. The thought of seducing Francis was making me hornier by 
the minute. 

Francis was barely able to speak.

"Oh..err..on the edge of the sofa would be just fine".

I sat down as directed, put my arms behind me and leaned back. This 
position caused my slightly swollen teats to push even harder against 
the fabric of my blouse. I knew that the outlines of my hardening, dark 
stalk like nipples were very apparent. Then I teasingly parted my knees 
a little and allowed the hem of the miniskirt to slide upward so that 
the tops of my stockings came into view. 

I pushed the skirt up a bit and Francis was treated to the sight of my 
creamy lush thighs. Their alabaster whiteness made a stark and exciting 
contrast against the blackness of the stockings and skirt. I thought 
Francis was going to fall over. He couldn't take his eyes off of my 
body and it was obvious that his tool was swelling even more. He made 
no move to start taking any photos. He just stood there mesmerized and 
breathing very hard. 

Knowing what effect my body must be having on this young boy was 
driving my own passion even higher. I could hardly keep my hands away 
from my love tube which was now literally dripping its sweet juices.

"Are you alright, Francis", I asked in a soft voice.
He sort of gulped an inaudible response. "why don't you just start to 
take some photos of me ?", I continued.

Francis accepted the invitation and turned the bright lights on. The 
lump between his legs seemed to be larger than before as he went about 
the preparations. 

Francis came to life when he got behind the camera and started snapping 
away. While he was looking only through the viewfinder I deliberately 
flashed lots of pussy and nipples at him, certain he wasn't able to 
properly notice from the small image he could see. I knew when they 
were developed they would be fairly respectable cunt shots, many of 
them. Perhaps Francis would wank himself looking at them when he 
eventually realised what he had on his film.
My vaginal muscles contracted deliciously at the picture that flashed 
through my mind of Francis tugging his schoolboy tool and ejaculating 
over photos of me with my pussy peeping out from under my short shirt.

While he clicked away at his cameras Francis seemed to be in another 
world. The expansion of his youthful cock paused while he concentrated 
on his work, directing me without words to different poses. All the 
while I ensured there were flashes, and sometimes wide expanses of 
pussy in his shots.

"There's a silky shawl behind the sofa Miss Waye", Francis said, 
lowering his camera for a few seconds, "would you please lean over the 
back and get it and we'll take a few more shots with you wearing it".

I knelt on the sofa and leaned over the back, but couldn't quite reach 
the scarf on the floor. As I over-reached, my knees lifted off the 
chair and my open pussy pointed at the bright lights. I even felt the 
heat from the lights as I peddled my legs to regain enough balance and 
get my knees back onto the sofa, with the scarf safely in my hand.

When I gasped and looked around to see what effect my open cunt had on 
Francis, he was facing the other way fiddling with his camera.

"That was close", I said, "nearly went all the way over the back 
Francis. Weren't you watching?"

"No Miss Waye", Francis replied, "I was reloading my equipment ready 
for some really good shots of you now that you have the scarf. You 
know, Miss Waye, I never realised how nice you really look. Out of your 
schoolteacher clothes and in this sort of gear you even look kind of 
sexy. You've really got a nice body you hide under all those long 
skirts and bulky jumpers you wear to school".

Then he directed me through another set of poses, draping the silk 
shawl over me in various ways, and even actually asking me to 
deliberately show some of my white thigh above the black stockings. I 
was still sure he could see very little through the viewfinder of his 
camera so I flashed pussy with gay abandon. My desire for his 
adolescent penis thrusting with youthful exuberance into my cock hungry 
pussy increased by the minute as I posed provocatively for his camera.

I'm not sure if it was the lights or my desire for sexual release, but 
it was getting fairly hot in the studio. So it came as a welcome relief 
when Francis offered a cool drink.

"Its pretty hot in here Miss Waye, would you like cold drink?", Francis 
asked cheerily, "there must be something in the fridge. What would you 
like?"

"Anything cold, and in a big glass please Francis", I answered, "I'm 
nearly melting. You're sure working me hard!"

"You work us pretty hard at school Miss", he replied as he went through 
to the fridge and poured two large drinks.

When he handed me mine I drank quickly from the cold glass to quench my 
thirst. I was so thirsty I had almost finished the whole big glass 
before I realised I was drinking some sort of wine. 

"What have you given me Francis?", I asked, looking at the dregs in my 
glass and sniffing it, "Is it some sort of wine? It tastes really 
sweet".

"Errrr, YYYeeesss Miss Waye. Its from one of those new Australian wine 
cask things my uncle keeps here. I'm not allowed to have any, but its 
alright for you to", Francis stammered slightly as he answered., "Don't 
you like it? I'm sorry Miss".

"No. Its alright Francis. Really. But it was a big glass of wine to 
drink so quickly", I assured him, the glow of the alcohol firing my 
desire for his juvenile penis more strongly than before. 

How could I get him to notice me as a potential sexual partner? Perhaps 
he had never screwed an older woman before? Maybe he had never even 
screwed before - what a delicious thought - to be the first woman to 
use an eager young cock for the first time. 

I've been told boys cum quickly the first time, and its a flood they 
rarely achieve ever again. But then they can manage at least three or 
four worthwhile fucks in the same initial session. That would be nice! 
Boys never forget their first one either, I've heard - any time you 
want they can't help but slip it back into that same first female 
cavity they filled - even many years later.

"Miss Waye". I heard Francis start to talk through my dream of his 
penetrating cock, "You said you'd like some photos like the ones you 
found in my folder", I heard him saying as the relaxing alcohol pulsed 
carnal desire through me. 

Oh yes. The photos in his portfolio folder. The photos in his portfolio 
folder with the bare breasts. The photos in his portfolio folder with 
the bare breasts and bushy pubic triangles showing. The photos I didn't 
see in his portfolio folder with the bare breasts and bushy pubic 
triangles and their knees wide apart showing their shiny swollen 
welcoming pussy lips. Maybe there weren't really any of those, buried 
deeper down the pile, but he'll get some tonight before I fuck his 
ever-lovin brains out!!

"It is hot in here, so why don't I take off my blouse and you take a 
few more photos - just for you and me to see, of course", I answered as 
calmly as possible, "as long as you only show them to me, and you don't 
ask me to take my pants off. That might make that swelling cock of 
yours too excited". 

I surprised even myself with my frank talk. I'm not sure if it 
surprised Francis, but his healthy young cock definitely grew in his 
tight jeans - either from my words or the sight of my breasts which 
were clearly visible through my transparent bra. My proud nipples 
pointed straight at him, hoping to increase the swelling in his 
juvenile prick.

"MMM Miss WW Waye", he stammered, "It wouldn't be right, that sort of 
thing, would it? You and one of your students doing stuff? I I I I'm 
only taking photos Miss", he lied.

I knew he lied. I could see his prick straining for release from his 
confining jeans. At last it seemed I was having the desired effect on 
his hormone balance, and tipping it in favour of an impending 
ejaculation. An ejaculation I had every intention would be inside me!!!

Francis moved around more now, taking photos from various angles. He 
changed cameras and started to take what seemed to be more 'close-up' 
shots than anything else. He seemed to be squatting a lot more as he 
clicked away, framing numerous shots of my luscious breasts in his 
viewfinder. Each time he squatted the outline of the prick I wanted 
between my legs was prominently displayed against his inner thigh. It 
now looked quite substantial, lying what seemed a long distance down 
the inside of his right thigh. 

I couldn't help myself, really I couldn't. I couldn't help myself so I 
lifted my left breast out from the confines of the flimsy bra. Francis 
stood, towering above me with his camera clicking and whirring. His 
cock still pressed urgently at the leg of his jeans. I couldn't help 
myself and slipped the whole bra off over my head and pointed my tits 
at Francis with my hands. He adjusted the lens somehow and clicked some 
more. I couldn't help myself and reached out and stroked the bulge 
against his right thigh. It felt firm and inviting. My cunt quivered 
carnally, begging me to grab Francis' cock and slide it inside. I 
squeezed the hard knob when my hand reached the business end of the 
firm juvenile prick. I just knew I would be fucking soon.

"MMMMM Miss WWWWW Waye", Francis blubbed, "I I'm nnn not sh sh sh sure 
you should bbbb be doing th th th this to one of your pppp poor 
students. M My cock has nnnn never throbbed lll like th th this before. 
I dddd don't know what is hhhh happening hhhh here".

I knew he was lying because he turned slightly so I couldn't help but 
see his bulging cock grow even more than before, and he slowly, very 
slowly licked his lips. My desire was at such a point I was ready for 
anything. I had come here hoping to fuck Francis. Now I was sure I 
would. His cock told me he was turned on, even if he was playing coy. 

The glass of wine Francis had given me had only served to remove any 
last inhibitions I may have had. My arsehole clenched and puckered as 
my pussy readied itself for the thick penis Francis was showing so 
proudly down his inner thigh. The mixture of desire, alcohol and the 
hot lights caused a film of cooling sweat to cover my whole body. I 
grinned as I noticed my tits shining in the bright photographic lights. 
I could tell by the look in his eyes that Francis was ready to screw - 
I had seen that look in men's eyes often enough to know what it meant. 
Sometimes it had meant for me to get the fuck out of here - and quick. 
Tonight I was ready and it meant knees apart and let 'im in!!!

If Francis wanted to play the poor gullible student being seduced by 
the ravenous cradle snatching teacher, why shouldn't I play along?? It 
was turning me on anyway, imagining I was to be his first fuck. I liked 
the feeling it generated. All my cunt and arse muscles spasmed again 
and I rocked on the edge of the seat as my breasts heaved with a mighty 
sigh.

Francis squatted, facing me with his knees together, then stared over 
the top of his camera straight at my slightly parted knees. He looked 
directly at me and back to my knees a few times then stared at my 
crotch while he slowly started to part his knees. Immediately I 
realised what he wanted and started to move my knees apart too, copying 
his movements exactly - stopping when he stopped and closing mine 
slightly if he closed his. I saw the smile light up his face behind the 
camera and knew he was enjoying our little game. Just wait till you see 
my crotchless pants you fat pricked boy, I mused as he clicked away at 
my white upper thighs where the black stockings stopped. Soon my pants 
would be in view, and then another couple of inches more of knee 
movement and my pussy would present its full splendour to Francis. My 
fingers itched to fondle his still hidden cock and slide it deep inside 
me.

"Hang on just there a minute Miss Waye", Francis ordered, getting up 
and walking away, "I just need to put a new film in. I wouldn't want to 
miss any of what is to come. I'll put a better lens on too".

He worked on the camera with his back to me for a short time and 
returned to squat in front of me with his new setup. He grinned, stared 
towards my crotch and raised his fair eyebrows at me before clicking a 
couple of photos of my breasts then focussing again on my parted knees 
and nodding.

I knew what he wanted and started to slowly reveal more of my milky 
white thighs by spreading my knees apart. I looked down at his crotch 
and saw his knees were still together, and just at the same time my 
thighs stopped opening because the tight short skirt would allow no 
more movement. When my knees stopped, Francis started to very slowly 
open his again, thinking I had stopped because he was not moving his. I 
smiled broadly at him, and lifting my tingling arse from the sofa I 
hitched the back of the skirt up above my arse cheeks and sat straight 
back down. Now I'd be able to spread my legs as far as I wanted without 
the skirt interfering again.

While Francis still clicked off the occasional photo I cupped my hands 
under my breasts and with a milking motion pointed them straight at him 
as my thighs parted to reveal wisps of pussy hair poking out of the 
frilly lined crotchless area. Surprisingly, even through the 
viewfinder, Francis must have noticed because his camera whirred into 
instant action again. I glanced at his crotch as it jumped a few more 
inches open when my cunt hairs came into view, and could see the 
substantial head of his cock was almost visible behind the slightly 
gaping zipper. Obviously he had undone his zipper too while he faced 
away from me with the camera. 

Things were looking good for a super fucking night so I relaxed and let 
my knees flop wide apart, revealing my pussy in all its red haired 
glory and fringed by the frilly outline of the missing crotch of my 
panties.

Francis leaned forward and clicked off a few good cunt shots before 
lowering his camera and literally drooling at the sight of my silky 
slippery slot. 

"MMMM Miss WWWWW Waye", he stumbled over his words, "I've only seen 
photos of a woman's c cc crotch thingy before. What you've got there is 
truly beautiful. Will you show me more? Please Miss Waye??? Please?? I 
never thought a real one would look so inviting after seeing only 
photos. Where do men put their thing Miss Waye? I can't see any hole 
part in there".

This was better than I could have ever imagined. Was he really seeing 
his first real live cunt?? Why should he lie about it?? Well, my boy, 
get ready for a lesson and a half. I'll show you just which buttons to 
push and where that prong between your legs goes. Stay tuned m'boy, 
here goes.

Then I glanced down into his crotch. As he had moved a little forward 
for a better look at my valley of dreams his thick knob had popped out 
of the open zipper and its size promised great things still to come 
when the whole shaft was visible. Thick slippery pre-cum trickled from 
the slotted eye gazing up at me and I gulped in anticipation of the 
feel of the knob pumping its creamy semen into my throat before I 
guided it to my waiting vagina to press hard against my cervix before 
cumming again.

I lifted one leg onto the lounge and my pussy opened good and wide for 
Francis too look at. Using my hands I spread the outer lips a bit more 
to show him my rubbery erect clitoris. When I told him its name he said 
it sounded like some sort of dinosaur, and we both laughed. 

"Are you sure this is ok Miss Waye?", Francis asked as I guided his 
shaking hand to my hot pussy, "You being a teacher and all? Is this 
what we should be doing? Please tell me its ok Miss? I don't want to do 
anything wrong. I just wanted to take some photos of you".

"Its alright Francis, its alright. Just do as I tell you and soon your 
cock will be buried deep in me pumping its sperm into me, instead of 
spraying into the air like before", I purred to him, carrying on the 
teacher - pupil act and guiding his fingers into my slippery vaginal 
opening.

"Is this where men put their cocks Miss?" he asked as his hand slid 
easily into my receptive hole, "it feels like it would be a nice place 
to slide a cock. Smoother and slipperier than a hand Miss", he added, 
smiling at me while he wriggled his fingers in my quivering cunt.

"Yes Francis, that's where it will go soon and fill me with your 
wonderful spermy fluid", I answered, and he replied by putting the 
camera down and using his other hand to explore the area around my 
clitoris. This firm but gentle clitoral stimulation had me on the edge 
of an orgasmic precipice in a very short time. I knew if he continued 
much longer I would explode.

"Miss Waye?", he said inquiringly, "why did you come here with no pants 
on??"

"I have got pants on Francis, see", I said pointing to the flimsy see 
through material, "they're just crotchless pants so you can get into me 
more easily without having to undress me. And why did I come here 
Francis? Why indeed. I came here tonight so I could be the first woman 
to sample the feeling of your nice hard unused cock in her pussy 
Francis. I want the first eruption of your virgin prick to be deep in 
my throat, then I want you to fuck it into me all night. I don't want 
to be able to walk tomorrow Francis. I came here tonight to fuck you 
Francis, that's why I came here".

As I spoke Francis' nimble hands kept up their relentless stimulation 
of my wide open pussy. Coupled with my own lascivious thoughts as I 
spoke, the effect was to push me over the edge of the orgasmic slide 
and my clitoris took control. I remember pulling Francis' mouth onto 
one of my erect nipples and I floated into sexual ecstacy as his tongue 
wrapped around the nipple and he started sucking on it.

I rode the ecstatic slide with delight, and when I became aware of my 
surroundings again Francis was crouched on his haunches watching me 
with eyes agog. 

"Are you alright Miss Waye?", he was asking as he watched my hand 
pumping into my cunt. 

"Yes, yes Francis. Thankyou Francis", I answered, "That was a nice 
orgasm you gave me, thankyou for that. Now its your turn Francis", I 
continued, realising my orgasmic performance must have startled him if 
he had never seen a woman cum before.

"Haven't you seen a woman climax sexually before Francis?", I asked, 
looking from his eyes to his crotch where his cock was visible for 
about three inches sticking grandly out from his red shorts under his 
jeans. The flow of lubricating fluid was oozing noticeably faster now 
and the knob looked superbly hard and ready for work.

"NNN No Miss Waye", he answered as he stood up straight, causing 
another three inches of his magnificent cock to protrude from his 
shorts, "I thought I must've hurt you when you grabbed your whatsy and 
started to rub it when I stopped. It did feel nice and slippery though 
Miss, and sort of inviting inside there. You've made my cock stand up 
very hard too Miss Waye. I really feel like it would be sort of nice to 
slide it in your thingy there where its all slippery Miss".

"Well Francis, that's what we're here for, but let's get the language 
correct please! I haven't got a 'whatsy' or a 'thingy' anywhere. Here 
between my legs I have a vulva, which is the outside part, and a vagina 
- the part that will milk lots of sperm from your balls tonight", and I 
laid right back opening my pussy wide as I answered him, "Usually the 
collective name for these parts is a cunt or a pussy, and there are 
many others I'm sure you have probably heard".

I saw the sweat forming in big beads on Francis' forehead and trickle 
away. The wonderful looking cock poking out of his jeans was jerking 
involuntarily at the sight of my spreadeagled cunt fringed by the 
frilly edges of the crotchless pants that had served me so well. There 
were six inches of the shaft showing, but there was still more inside 
his shorts and zipper. The flow of pre-cum had easily covered the whole 
head and it glistened in the photographic lights as it jerked. I just 
knew I would have to drink the first wonderful flood of semen his balls 
pumped into a woman. And just how much more prick did this well hung 
teen virgin have inside those pants??

"So be a good pupil Francis and call my cunt a cunt. I'll call your 
cock a cock, and let's fuck"

"Eeerrr Miss Waye, I've never done anything like this before Miss", he 
said, looking longingly at my inviting pussy while another trickle of 
fluid oozed from the prominent eye of his pulsing penis, "you'll have 
to teach me Miss Waye. You're a good teacher. Show me what to do Miss, 
please - my balls are about to explode from looking at your boobs and 
pussy Miss. What do I do now???"

Still lying back with my cunt wide open, I instructed him to take his 
pants off so I could see all his bulging cock. When he let them drop 
off it was my turn to stammer!

"OOOO EEERRRR F F Francis", I stuttered, sitting bolt upright in awe of 
the sight before me, "that's what I would call a REAL penis! H h h how 
old are you Francis?? That's a whopper my darling boy, a fucking 
beauty. We'll both remember tonight you stallion".

Francis' penis was huge by any standard. It was at least nine inches 
long, even with its sharp curve to the right. Completely straight it 
would be at least an inch longer!! And thick!! About two inches across, 
but a bit oval shaped and a quarter of an inch or so thinner the other 
way. I had never seen such a weapon in the flesh. On porno movies - 
yes, but mine to ride as I pleased - nothing like it before. And that 
cute bend! My pelvic muscles started contracting rhythmically, telling 
me I could easily cum just looking at the bastard, let alone with it in 
me pumping away! Slow down girl, I told myself, a bit of decorum and 
control please you cock happy tart.

"I'm surprised you haven't had lots of women after a beauty like that 
Francis", I continued, breathless from anticipation, "How have you 
lasted till now still a virgin?"

"W ww well M M Miss W Waye", he said, "I'm sixteen and I'm kind of shy 
anyway Miss... And its bent sort of funny Miss - you can see that"

"That's NOT a problem Francis", I interrupted, "That will feel great 
inside my cunt. Believe me. See how I'm trembling with delicious 
anticipation of it filling me"

"And Miss, its smaller than my dad's and my uncle's. Theirs are much 
bigger, Miss. I thought mine wasn't much good at all for women".

"Come closer here Francis", I sighed, smiling at him as his cock moved 
towards my face, "let me feel this wonder rod of yours. Without a word 
of a lie Francis, this is the biggest cock I've ever touched," I told 
him as I reached up and started to fondle my prize, "I'm thirty five 
Francis and believe me this penis of yours is a whopper. Probably many 
of the young girls at school would have trouble fitting it in their 
tight under used pussies. I'll teach you tonight Francis like you've 
never been taught before! A bit closer now, come on".

Francis shuffled a bit closer and I put his throbbing penis head to my 
moist lips. I felt his body shudder as I probed the eye with my tongue 
and a little jet of fluid pulsed onto my tongue.

"OOOOO Miss Waye, that feels nice Miss", Francis breathed huskily, 
"what are you doing to me, Miss? Is this alright? You and me I mean, 
Miss? It does feel nice, please don't stop Miss Waye, please don't stop 
now!"

"It's alright Francis, it's wonderful Francis!! Just do as your teacher 
says and let your teacher do what she needs to do. Fuck my mouth 
Francis! I want to drink the first explosion of those throbbing balls 
of yours. Then we'll see how wonderful a good fuck feels when you fill 
my cunt with this marvelous weapon"

And with that I filled my mouth with his slippery knob and started to 
caress the nerve endings under the head with my lips and teeth while my 
wicked tongue started fucking the slotted eye where the milky semen 
would spray into my mouth. Francis turned a bit and I had to move 
sideways and turn to keep his cock at a comfortable angle in my mouth.

My hands reached for his dangling balls and gently caressed them with a 
kneading action. They were solid and big balls with lots of fair wiry 
hair covering their bag. Then I started a fucking motion by moving my 
head so his cock pistoned in and out of my welcoming mouth.

Not surprisingly Francis couldn't stand this oral stimulation for very 
long. I felt his balls contract up towards his stomach out of my reach 
and knew something was about to happen in the ejaculation stakes. 

Francis groaned in a deep gargle, his prick expanded noticeably in my 
mouth, and then came the surprise! Francis' hands grabbed my head, 
tilted it back slightly and his youthful thighs pumped his exuberant 
penis mercilessly into my throat. I gasped for breath at first, then 
realised I could breathe through my nose quite successfully even when 
his knob was well into my throat.

I felt the urgency of his pumping increase. His body stiffened. He 
plunged his cock into the back of my throat, and, holding still now, 
his body curved back with his hips and cock thrust fully forward and 
his long awaited ejaculation commenced.

"Is this what you wanted Miss Waye??", he gasped as his sperm started 
pumping into my throat.

The flood of the first two mighty spasms almost drowned me. Even though 
it was difficult swallowing with the meaty prick head lodged in my 
throat, I was equal to the challenge and didn't spill a drop of those 
first two fabulous sprays. But then I needed to breathe, and while I 
did Francis got in another three urgent squirts of spermy fluid that 
filled my mouth and dripped out the corners and onto my breasts. I 
could see his stomach and thigh muscles rippling as he pumped his semen 
into me. This, coupled with the groans of ecstacy and the taste of his 
salty sperm, caused my arse and cunt muscles to pucker so hard I 
thought I would turn inside out.

Then he let my head go, pulled his cock back from my throat a bit and 
proceeded to pump a couple more bursts of his juvenile sperm splashing 
against the back of my throat, slowly thrusting his hips as he did.

"Oh Miss Waye, Miss Waye", Francis panted, "I never felt like that 
before. It was better than I dreamt it could be. My cock feels like it 
could pump away all night like this. You're sure one hell of a teacher 
Miss Waye", he continued, still ejaculating into my mouth with obvious 
pleasure, "will you kneel on the sofa and let me fuck your pussy Miss 
Waye? A nice slippery place it fits all the way into might feel even 
better than your gorgeous mouth"

Francis squeezed another squirt of cum from his shaft then pulled it 
all sperm covered from my mouth and turned me quickly around by the 
shoulders so my arse would face him when I knelt up. Funny how you 
notice things, but I remember there was a dark wet spot on the red 
velvet of the sofa where my well lubricated pussy had been sitting. 

Francis' sudden show of authority turned me on even more if that were 
possible, and I eagerly followed his gentle guiding hands till my 
inviting pussy was pointing back at him through the crotchless black 
pants I so wisely chose to wear. I clenched and released my arse and 
pussy muscles and gleefully imagined the effect my 'winking' arsehole 
must be having on Francis.

"P P Please Miss Waye", Francis asked, "can you spread it open a bit 
more so I can see exactly where to put my cock? I want to learn this 
properly Miss. I think I could get to like this sort of learning with 
you. You're some special teacher!"

I obeyed without question, grabbing one of my sweet rounded arse cheeks 
in each hand and pulling them further apart
so Francis had an unmistakable target for his elegant prick. My heart 
pounded with anticipation as I waited to feel the meaty head start 
invading my vaginal cavity. Just as I looked around to see what was 
keeping him, I saw Francis had squatted and taken a couple of photos 
and was now putting the camera down. He smiled at me sooo sweetly, and 
taking his monster weapon in his two hands he pointed it at my open 
cunt and commenced his attack on my open slot.

The exquisite feeling of his hard young penis prodding at my dilated 
opening sent a quiver of sexual excitement through me. I drew a deep 
breath and braced myself for the inevitable penetration by the huge 
donger Francis was preparing to feed into me. My heart pounded in my 
chest and my ribs vibrated as he gently nudged the slippery dick gently 
around my waiting vaginal entrance. The anticipation was excruciatingly 
delicious, expecting at any moment the full insertion of the beautiful 
prick. I groaned a wantonly carnal request to Francis.

"Get that prick into me Francis!", I pleaded, "Fuck me good and hard. I 
want all that cock inside me. Stop playing around and fuck me!"

All the rotten bastard did was to move his cock and rub the knob around 
my arsehole as well as my cunt. Then he slid the wonderful shaft lower 
down and along my open pussy lips and teasingly prodded my erect clit. 
This started a sort of panting I could not control as waves of clitoral 
delight coursed through me. 

Francis was now slowly rubbing his fabulous knob tenderly from my clit 
to my arsehole and back again. The sensation in my pussy and arse was 
unbelievably exciting. Sweat ran from all parts of my highly strung 
body. I thought something would snap soon if he kept up this wonderful 
stimulation of my genitalia with his penis.

Lights exploded in my head only seconds later. There was an 
unbelievable fullness in my cunt - a fullness I've never felt before. 
My head pushed against the back of the sofa as Francis' short and curly 
pubic hairs crashed into my arse and his balls slapped forward into my 
clit. 

Before I could fully comprehend what had happened Francis was back to 
teasing my clit and crack with his probing penis. My whole body was 
heaving as I breathed heavily in and out. I wanted to talk but couldn't 
get the words out with the breathing and my pounding heart. All I 
wanted was that meaty prick pushed hard into me again, and for it to 
stay there and fuck me. I needed the orgasm I new was building in me. 
The thought of Francis' huge virginal penis pouring another flood of 
his remarkable stock of sperm into my pussy and womb caused another 
contortion of my body. It started with my pelvic muscles clamping tight 
and ended with a grunt you could imagine an elephant making while she's 
being fucked. I had given him a blow job he enjoyed greatly, surely I 
now deserved his pole shafting into my clamouring cunt. I was slowly 
being consumed by my passionate desire for this young boy's marvelous 
penis. All he had to do was slip it in and piston away for a few 
minutes and we could both explode in ecstacy. This waiting for him to 
get on with it was driving me crazy for his cock!!! Lubricating juices 
oozed from every pore of my pussy, just waiting for his cock to slide 
easily inside.

Then Francis left his rod against my clit and leant forward over my 
back, pressing the length of his cock firmly into my valley of delights 
as his head neared mine and he whispered softly into my ear.

"Miss Waye, are you sure this is alright?", he asked, "Is it ok for me 
to fuck a teacher, Miss? Are you sure it will feel good? Can I cum in 
your cunt Miss Waye?"

I'll have to get him to stop this 'Miss Waye' bullshit, I thought 
before I answered. Here he is about to fuck me silly and he's still so 
formal about it. 

The added spice of directing this boy's first cuntal assault with his 
gorgeous cock made my arse cheeks grab his cock as I answered through 
my haze of carnal desire.

"Francis!", I ordered in the best 'schoolteacher' voice I could manage 
with only my open cunt facing him, "Just poke your cock into me, that's 
an order Francis! Its alright to do it Francis, and it will feel even 
better than cumming in my mouth did when you shoot your balls into my 
cunt"

"I really need your prick in me Francis. Please, just fuck me now. We 
can talk later. Get that meat into me. NOW!"

"Y Y Y Yes Miss, if you say its alright it must be", then he paused for 
a few seconds and continued, "I'll stick it in now Miss just as you 
told me to"

True to his word, Francis nudged the end of his throbbing penis against 
my vaginal lips and gently probed the waiting opening. I sighed a loud 
sigh of relief as I felt the folds of skin spreading and the warm 
phallus advancing, oh so slowly, into my receptive cunt. At last! I 
thought, and relaxed, pushing my hips back onto the thick prong to 
speed up its entry.

"Oh Francis darling, that feels fantastic", I crooned, "That cock of 
yours is something else. Pleas push the rest of it in. Push it in hard 
Francis. I need to feel full of you. EEEERRRR, yes, that's it. 
Wonderful Francis, wonderful!"

Now I could hear Francis' rasping breath as he shoved my just reward 
firmly into me. My undoubted charms were definitely having the required 
effect on him and I knew that soon he would pump like all fuck into me 
and start the wonderful climax I deserved for getting him to this 
state. The pronounced bend in his prick caused a changing of pressure 
points inside my clutching cunt as he slid it almost right out then 
slammed it home again. And, oh!, how full I was when it was all the way 
in!! This prick was heaven! And I was in the position of being able to 
educate this penis on the finer points of satisfying me, just me!

The thought of what the rest of the class would think if they could see 
Francis, the class nerd, fucking his cock into me - and what a cock it 
was, almost made me climax on the spot. I squeezed hard on the probing 
member in my cunt when I thought of how puny Paul the history teacher's 
standard six by one and a bit inch tiddler would feel after this one.

The rhythmic muscle contractions which always led to an orgasm started 
to caress Francis' cock as my cunt commenced its takeover bid for 
control of my body and mind. I knew I deserved the glorious climax now 
starting. I signalled my wanton acceptance of it by deliberately 
squeezing my cunt muscles onto this amazing prick I had managed to 
uncover, almost by mistake. The delightful sensation of my vagina 
opening and contracting as the wonder rod pistoned in and out made me 
groan a sigh of animal lust that made Francis grip my hips tightly and 
punch his cock even more forcefully into me. The extra stimulation of 
his balls slapping my clit tipped me over the edge into the free fall 
of a cunt wrenching orgasm. 

As my cunt took control I felt Francis' body arch and his crotch thrust 
forward into mine. His cock seemed to expand instantaneously when the 
sperm started to gush from his captive cock. My cunt held tight onto 
its prize insertion and milked away for all it was worth. The entrapped 
penis responded by pumping copious quantities of semen into me. 

The strong hands held my convulsing cunt tightly onto the invading 
prick and the rest of my body thrashed around this focal point. If this 
isn't heaven, it'll do me I thought as I luxuriated in my sexual 
ecstacy and gripped the thick bent prick tighter still. I didn't hear 
if Francis was making any noise, but I knew I was! Groaning, and 
yelling to Francis to 'keep that fucking meat hard in there and pumping 
cum'. I had never before enjoyed a fuck so much! That prick was a real 
find, no matter who it was hanging off! And what luck that I get to 
show the fucker how to operate. I squeezed another gush of semen from 
the unsuspecting prick in my enthusiasm for the teaching job ahead. The 
obscene carnality of my seducing a student and having his prick driven 
hard into my delighted pussy caused another mighty contraction of my 
cunt muscles, and this time I heard Francis' groan of ecstacy as my 
nimble pussy milked another spurt of semen from his over filled balls.

I decided I had to make sure that I got this prize prick into my 
deserving pussy regularly, and pressed back onto it seductively so 
Francis would enjoy himself and want more of me. I knew I had it within 
my power to ensure his need of me. After all i was the adult, the 
teacher, and he was there to be moulded to my desires if I chose to. 
And obviously he would enjoy all the fucking too! Another wave of 
delightful tingles splashed through me as I imagined us both fucking 
happily on my big water bed.

How long that initial fuck took I'll never really know. I only remember 
eventually realising Francis' twitching cock held tight in my pussy as 
I regained my senses and spoke to the panting boy.

"That was a truly wonderful fuck Francis", I told him, "From bitter 
experience I can tell you that many men can't do half that well after 
years of experience"

I felt his cock twitch again as I rocked forwards off his wonder dong 
and turned, sitting on the sofa to face him. He was smiling a 
definitely contented smile. His cock was cum streaked and still oozing 
a slight trickle of semen from its one-eyed tip. It was certainly the 
biggest penis I had ever seen or had the good fortune to clamp inside 
me. I drew up my heels and spread my legs, showing Francis a full view 
of my valley of delights. My cunt muscles gave a triumphant spasm, 
winking invitingly at Francis.

"See Francis", I said, "See what effect you and that magnificent prick 
of yours have on me!"

"My boss down there wants more of your prick inside, Francis", I 
crooned, "My cunt has taken control tonight and wants your cock pressed 
all the way in again. I can't over-rule my pussy Francis, and your nice 
hard cock seems ready for anything, so lets fuck our brains out all 
night, my star algebra student with the unbelievable cunt poker. Talk 
about 'the unknown quantity'! Your penis was one beautiful 'unknown 
quantity', and what a whopper of a quantity!"

Watching the fluid ooze from his cock while his eyes so obviously 
feasted on my shiny open cum covered pussy really turned me on. I felt 
my cunt lips swell and looked down to see for myself what was 
captivating Francis so much. It was only then that I noticed I was 
still fully dressed (if that's an apt description) from the waist down. 
Sure, the black leather skirt was hitched up above my hips, but the 
stockings, the suspender belt and the crotchless panties were still as 
perfectly positioned as when I put them on hours ago. I never was an 
outdoor person, and my stark white skin stood out deliciously against 
my black lingerie. The pink ruffly frill around the missing crotch of 
my panties made a nice highlight, emphasizing the importance of my 
pretty pussy. No wonder Francis was drooling from his cock - my pussy 
presented that way even looked good to me!

Then I looked at the prick of my dreams. It was hard to drag my eyes 
away from my real interest, but I removed my gaze from his cock and 
inspected its life support system. An angular gangly sixteen year old 
boy's body provided the necessary support for my prize penis. Francis 
still had on his shirt which hung down covering the top of his body, 
parted where his cock stood proudly out from his crotch. His jeans and 
red shorts were in a heap around his still shod feet. What body hair he 
had was short and fair, like his neatly trimmed head of hair. Only a 
soft down covered his cheeks and chin - obviously he had not shaved 
yet.

"Take off your shirt Francis", I commanded as my eyes returned to the 
real focus of my attention, his magic prick, "And kick off those pants 
and shoes too!"

His pleasure pole stood out even more as he grabbed his shirt and 
pulled it off over his head. Its removal revealed a thick bush of pubic 
hair crowding around the base of his gigantic cock. It was darker hair 
than the rest, the darker colour disappearing under his balls into his 
crotch. When he bent to remove his shoes and socks I could see the 
darker colour continued through his crotch. It ringed his arsehole with 
a bushier crop than I could remember seeing before, but even this bush 
was wet with the sweat from his furious fucking of my mouth and cunt. 
After he got rid of the pants, shoes and sox, he started to remove a 
very open weave vest he wore.

"Oh Francis darling", I asked, "Please leave that on. You look very 
sexy with that open vest and your cock poking out like that"

"Help me", I said standing up, "to get my stuff off so we can get down 
to some serious lessons for you"

I helped him with the skirt and he squatted to remove the black 
panties, pulling them slowly down my trembling legs.

"Francis, that prick of yours looks decidedly fuckable, poking out when 
you squat down like that", I said as I stepped out of the provocative 
panties.

Francis held them up near his face and smiled broadly at the lacy lined 
missing crotch.

As I started to undo the suspender Francis began running his hands 
gently and tantalisingly up my inner thighs above the stockings, 
massaging his sperm into my supple white skin.

"Leave the rest on, Miss", he said as his hands reached my cum soaked 
pussy and started to flick at my pubic hairs, "you look kinda sexy and 
fuckable like that"

"Your crotch hair is the same pretty colour as your hair is. I thought 
pretty colours like that were usually out of a bottle. You sure got a 
neat body Miss Waye"

I smiled at him, accepting the compliment with a shudder of sexual 
desire - my trim body was making my student lover horny, and that was 
great! It made my desire for that penis more intense. I wanted him to 
want to fuck me, then he'd really do it well. 

A little smirk twitched my mouth as I thought how the extra effort of 
putting the messy hair rinse through my pubic hair had obviously been 
worth it. It impressed the owner of this big cock! And before long the 
impressive missile would be launched into my cavernous cunt again, then 
I could cum and cum and cum as it pumped me full of his sweet sixteen 
semen. 

Still I could not get over the incongruity of this wonder weapon on 
such a young gawky boy. And ALL MINE! All mine to train to satisfy my 
every sexual fantasy! WHAT A FUCKING BEAUTY!!!! Hard too! Since it got 
up it hadn't slacked off a bit, it just seemed to get harder if 
anything!

My daydream was abruptly interrupted by the delightful pressure of 
Francis' fingers probing into my valley and caressing my clit. Clever 
little boy this. Learns fast, it seems. And I lifted one leg onto the 
sofa to make his job easier. When he started to massage his slippery 
sperm into my pubes I wondered if his cum would dissolve the hair rinse 
and colour the semen to match my hair. A quick glance at his long 
fingers allayed my fears - they were still the correct pearly colour. 
My secret was safe.

"Miss Waye", Francis said, "my balls feel all tingly and sexy, Miss. 
Will I be allowed to cum in you again? Soon? I think I'm gonna like 
this fucking, ya know. And you're so good teaching me, Miss. I don't 
want to ask too much and make you not like me any more. You're pussy 
felt so sexy when I shot in there before. Please? Please? Please miss, 
can we do it again?"

"Yes, my wonderful Francis", I answered, a vision of all my dreams come 
true flashed before me, "Any time you ask, my pussy will welcome that 
thick rod of yours inside and squeeze the sperm from it. I like your 
cock in me Francis, and your balls pumping their jism high into my 
cunt"

The urgent need for release throbbed through me as we spoke like this 
while he probed my pussy with his nimble fingers. The cum soaked one he 
had fucking fractionally into my arsehole was driving me crazy! I 
looked down at him, but all I saw was his bloated prick jerking in his 
squatted crotch. A veil of dancing coloured lights blurred my vision 
and I gulped in anticipation of that wonderful donger spreading and 
stretching my deserving cunt before his balls blasted a flood of warm 
semen deep into my womb. I almost toppled over in my delirium as his 
arse fucking finger plunged fully into my frenzied freckle.

"OO OO OO ER", I groaned, "that's nice Francis. You're learning fast 
how to pleasure me"

"I really don't know much, Miss Waye", he said, stroking his still 
slippery prick with his free hand, "Will you show me things if I ask 
you to??"

"Yes, my darling with the wonderful cock, anything you want. Your wish 
is my desire .... especially if sex is involved. And please call me 
Karen. 'Miss Waye' is a tad formal when your prick is shooting cum into 
my pussy, don't you think Francis??"

"You're still the teacher, Miss Waye, and I'm the student. What if I 
said the wrong thing at school Miss?"

"Okay Francis, I suppose you're right", I sighed while his hands kept 
up their clever work, "Now what do you want me to show you before you 
fuck me again?"

"Well, Miss Waye", he said, standing up and taking his fingers from my 
holes, "I need to know where to touch you so I can make you cum real 
hard Miss", he added, still fondling his prick with long firm strokes, 
"so I'd like to watch you sit back on the sofa and frig yourself. Then 
I'll know for sure where you like being touched most, won't I?"

For one of the few times in my life I was at a loss for words! Although 
I had often brought myself to a climax with my hands .. alone .. in 
private, how could I do it while this boy just stood and watched my 
most intimate delights?? I must have stood still for quite a while 
thinking.

"Errr Ahhh", I started to stammer.

"Please Miss Waye", Francis pleaded, rubbing his penis head against my 
crotch, "Just thinking about watching you makes my balls want to pump 
more cum into you. Couldn't you please do it then let me put my prick 
in you again when you finish? I'd like that a lot, Miss. Then I'd do 
everything you say all night just to please you"

How could I refuse such a request? I sat gingerly onto the sensuous 
feeling sofa material. Francis positioned me sitting against the sofa 
back and my legs sort of pulled up, so my pussy was wide open for him 
to watch. 

"Go on Miss", he pleaded, expertly stroking his meaty pole with his 
left hand and obviously enjoying it, "show me where to touch you so we 
cum real good when we fuck".

All the while I was teasing Francis on my terms I thought nothing of 
displaying my pussy either in mock 'by mistake' or deliberately. Now I 
felt a little funny, sitting with my legs wide open and about to 
masturbate myself to orgasm, at his request, and while he stood and 
watched! Then I looked again at his rigid penis throbbing in his hand 
and my chest heaved with a sigh of desire for it to be inside me, 
filling me again with its cunt stretching size. That sensation of 
fullness he caused before was delicious! I wanted it again! Soon!!!

So, with a definite goal in mind - Francis' prick doing all I commanded 
the rest of the night - and also the pleasure of a good self induced 
orgasm ahead, I used my left hand to spread my outer pussy lips far 
apart and started to finger the slippery lubricant from my pulsing hole 
to my lusting clitoris. After a few faltering initial strokes, my clit 
sent undeniable signals to my brain and immediately cleared all my 
inhibitions away. I recalled the thrill of many past climaxes my own 
generous fingers had provided for me when I was in need of release and 
my crotch pressed up onto my probing fingers to increase the delightful 
pressure they were exerting on my happy clit. I looked into Francis' 
grinning face and saw his eyes were riveted to my pussy. I watched the 
subtle changes in his expression as my fingers worked their magic on 
my, till now, secret cunt tingling super sensitive nooks and crannies. 
Quickly my eyes moved their gaze to his cock. He was squeezing the knob 
of my dreams in time with my cuntal caresses. OH how I needed that 
thick rod deep in me, giving me the sort of fullness I had needed all 
these years. I just knew I deserved this boy's wonderful meaty pole 
after so many years of patient waiting for my dreams to come true.

Watching his long fingers surrounding his prick and jacking it in time 
with my hands in my crotch only turned me on more. As my fingers 
flicked my clit and probed my slippery holes I imagined the thick penis 
pushing the entrance to my vagina open and sliding inside me, pushing 
the sides of my vagina apart as it pressed ever inward. These delicious 
thoughts caused my hands to work faster towards my inevitable climax. 
Still watching Francis' handy work on his prick, I noticed his pumping 
increase in tempo with mine. A quick glance at his boyish face revealed 
a lusty smirk spreading across it as his hand masturbated the sensitive 
end of his rigid cock, his eyes still fastened on my hand filled 
crotch.

The sight of a few small squirts of Francis' cum trickling from the eye 
of his bloated cock was enough to send me finally into a wonderful 
orgasm, my hips powerfully thrusting my clit onto my thrashing hand to 
increase my ecstasy. A splash of Francis' thick semen sprayed onto my 
face and chest, and my clit cried out for more pressure as I delighted 
in his manual climax while mine took control of me. Seconds later 
another shot of semen sprayed strongly onto my lips and nose and I felt 
Francis' thighs against mine. Then his wonderful cock parted my gasping 
lips and poured its next few shots of glorious cream into my throat. I 
was delirious with carnal delight, and my hand beat a tittilating 
tattoo on my bucking clit. Francis pressed harder against me to get 
some more of his ejaculating cock into my mouth, and as he did his 
thighs pressed mine really wide apart greatly amplifying every slight 
movement of my hands. I started to think I must be dreaming or dead to 
experience such ecstacy!! His cock was still only about two inches into 
my mouth pumping cum. He obviously could not get any more in from the 
positions we were now in on the sofa.

"On your back, you tight cunted teacher and I'll fuck you good and 
proper deep into your cock crazy cunt", Francis yelled as he pulled his 
still squirting cock from my mouth and pushed me onto my back and slid 
his bloated spewing meat into my hot hole. Or did I imagine the words? 
What was real now? Surely the feel of his wonderful tool pumping his 
super sperm at fantastic pressure through my cervix and high into my 
tubes was real? I reached down towards my pussy and felt his trim young 
arse pumping his rod into me. AAAHHHHHHH! I relaxed and let the waves 
of orgasmic delight break over me and wash me clean of all my 
inhibitions. My cunt was programming orders into my brain to never let 
this prick escape. We all, me my cunt and my clitoris, needed this 
meaty cock for ever more. 

Shit! Shit! Shit!!! What a fucking beauty!!!, I thought as his body 
stiffened and another mighty flood from his ejaculating penis flooded 
my inner reaches with its silky slipperiness. The pressure of his 
pounding pubes on my clit was delicious! I squeezed my stretched sheath 
as tightly as I could onto his pulsing penis and he groaned in ecstacy, 
signalling the effectiveness of my gripping cunt. I had gripped so 
tightly that my arsehole felt like it was about to disappear up itself, 
it folded so far in! I shoved his face onto my left nipple in a search 
for more stimulation as my consciousness ebbed and flowed while Francis 
plunged the prick of my dreams deep inside me. I screamed an ear 
piercing grunt of animal delight as my orgasm peaked, my thighs 
thrusting my receptive crotch hard onto his willing cock. 

I eventually regained some form of composure, if that's possible for a 
thirty five year old teacher who has a sixteen year old boy with a 
phenomenal prong still pulsing his creamy sperm into her spreadeagled 
cunt while he lies all but exhausted on her belly!! It must have been a 
sight to see!!!

"Oh fuck, Miss Waye", he panted, lifting his weight onto his elbows as 
he spoke, "It's really something else, this pussy of yours!" And he 
ground his pelvis deeper into me as he spoke, "No-one has ever felt as 
great as I do now Miss, no-one!"

After a few more minutes of pleasurably squirming our bodies together 
Francis rolled off me and his long cock followed him, slowly pulling 
out as he moved. When it was gone I had a sensation of emptiness my 
puss had never felt before. We lay breathing deeply side by side, and 
looking across I saw his shiny prick sagging slightly to one side, but 
still jerking occasionally with the after-shocks of our glorious 
orgasm. I shuddered at the memory of how it felt pumping semen into me. 
I knew I had to find some way of getting, if not sole rights, at least 
first call on this magnificent phallus. Surely I could convince Francis 
he should keep me satisfied before slipping it to someone else? Surely?

My mind raced with fleeting glimpses of what I could now ask of 
Francis, having fulfilled his request of masturbating for him. I should 
make the best possible use of this advantage he had given me, and make 
sure he enjoyed it too. Some of the truly lewd scenarios made me 
shudder with carnal desire.

"I could do with another drink, Francis. I think you'd better have one 
yourself too", I said, "you look pretty shagged out. A cool drink will 
revive you"

"Should I have a glass of wine Miss?", he asked as he rose to fulfill 
my request, "Aren't I too young?"

"Listen Francis", I replied, "if you're old enough to poke your cock 
into me blow my brains apart with those impressive balls of yours, 
you're old enough to have a glass of wine with me. Off you go now, two 
nice full glasses"

When he returned with the drinks he sat next to me on the sofa's edge. 
I drank a quarter of my drink down in one draft, swirling it over my 
gums and removing the dregs of the sticky semen still in my mouth. I 
looked at Francis sitting beside me. He was much smaller than I am. I 
marvelled again at how so gangly a frame could grow such a wonderful 
cock. Such a wonderful cock just for me alone. For me alone to enjoy 
the first use and training of. What more could I ask of life but such a 
penis for my personal use??

Talk about 'penis envy'! Boy was I envious! I'd give anything almost to 
have that between my legs all day and night. But not pointing out like 
Francis has it, pointing in, filling my cunt with its swollen firmness 
all day.....

All that talk I'd heard had been right so far, too. That first 
ejaculation of Francis' into my mouth was really big flood - more than 
I can remember any of my other lovers managing, and a couple of them 
were pretty good. But none of them with a donkey dick like Francis 
though! I trembled a sensual tremble at the thought of the fat bent 
cock parting my pussy lips again and fucking deep into my cunt.

"What are you thinking about Miss Waye", I heard Francis asking through 
my reverie, "You look real sexy smiling like that and your titties 
swelling at the points. Gee this wine does make you feel good, doesn't 
it?"

"Yes Francis, it sure does", I answered, returning to the present, "but 
not as good as your prick inside me makes me feel Francis. Not as good 
as your prick!"

"I was smiling Francis because i was imagining you fucking me again and 
again. I'd like you to keep all that cock for me Francis. All for me!", 
my voice was almost pleading as I continued, "You've made me truly 
happy tonight Francis. How do you feel?"

I put my arm around Francis' shoulders as I asked, and he responded by 
snuggling against me, laying his head on my soft exposed breast. His 
warm breath brushed past my excited nipple as he spoke.

"Miss, I never felt so good, Miss", he said speaking low, my nipple 
responding to his every breath, "You've been real nice to me. It sure 
feels good when I cum with you. I never thought it could feel so nice. 
Its nothing like jacking off. And you look like you're having a good 
time too, that makes it feel better still. I can't explain it"

"I know just what you mean Francis. I feel the same about you", I said, 
and especially about your monster cock I added, but only in my 
thoughts.

"My head is full of things to do with my cock, now I know it is an okay 
one", he added, "things I keep telling myself I shouldn't be thinking. 
I know I shouldn't be thinking Miss. But see how my prick stands up 
when I just talk about them", and he nodded at his now swelling cock 
standing again in his lap.

My arms wrapped around him and I hugged him tightly to me, squashing my 
breasts with his face. It felt nice!

"Anything you can think off to do with your prick, Francis, you can do 
with me", I said stroking his hair gently, "I doubt of you'll get 
another offer as good as that for a long time. Anything you can think 
of for your wonderful penis you can do with me. I'm supposed to get my 
wish next, remember? I masturbated for you - boy was that terrific! 
Well my wish is that you tell me one of those things making your prick 
so hard. and we'll do it now"

I felt a dampness on my chest as I spoke, and looked up from Francis' 
thickening prick to his face where I saw tears trickling from his eyes, 
though he was still smiling.

"What is it Francis?", I asked, a little worried, "What's up?"

He swung one leg over me and was quickly seated on my lap, facing me. I 
was so surprised I said nothing. He pulled his body close to mine and 
lay his head on my shoulder, and almost sobbing, he spoke quietly into 
my ear.

"No-one has hugged me nice like you did, Miss. No-one since mom left. 
Please just squeeze me", he said, and his body relaxed and melted into 
mine.

My heart pounded as I pulled him to me and let him snuggle safely in my 
arms. Deep down somewhere inside me a need to 'mother' this boy 
stirred. He needed me looking out for him, I could tell. 

Still, all this 'maternal instinct' caper didn't stop me from revelling 
in the feeling of his hard cock pressed against my belly and nudging 
under my left breast.

After a few minutes I lifted his head,pressed his mouth to mine and 
gave him the kiss of his young life. I knew it was working when his 
cock started to pulse between our still tightly hugging bodies.

"I can feel your prick asking me something Francis", I said removing my 
mouth from his, "what would it like to do?? Just ask me and we're on 
our way to another orgasm, darling"

"Well, Miss, you can say no", Francis said looking straight into my 
eyes, his cock throbbing harder on my belly as he spoke, "I've seen 
some photos miss of people doing stuff. If I used my mouth and tongue 
to press the parts of your pussy you frigged with your fingers, could I 
cum in your mouth again? Please Miss?"

"I'll enjoy that just as much as you Francis", I said quickly, my clit 
trembling in anticipation of his soft face caressing it gently, "That's 
called a sixty niner. Do you want the bottom or the top. Its your pick"

""I'm gonna enjoy fucking your face", he whispered huskily in my ear, 
"and my face is gonna sure enjoy fucking you Miss Waye", and then he 
gently pushed me onto my back, and hopping off my lap, lifted my legs 
onto the sofa.

Fuck me, his prick looked enormous and beautiful, swinging in front of 
him as he leapt up and grabbed my legs. I another instant he had 
straddled me and buried his eager face in my pussy, his tongue probing 
around, searching for my clit.

The view I had of his balls and prick from the back was no less 
impressive than his full frontal view. My heart skipped a beat at the 
sight of the hard swollen flesh extending almost from his arsehole to 
the now purple head of his ginormous phallus. Seeing it like this, it 
was hard to believe it had all fitted inside me. My vagina must be big 
inside, and some, I thought proudly to myself.

Then, quite suddenly Francis groaned ecstatically, his balls rose 
higher in their floppy sac and he started to ejaculate onto my tits, 
his arsehole winking each time his penis pumped a shower of cum onto 
me. 

I was startled by the suddenness of his climax and didn't get his prick 
into my mouth for about three or four spurts, and my boobs and chest 
were awash with his creamy semen. I managed to drink the rest of the 
cream of his jerking orgasm while he spoke falteringly around the 
contortions of his lithe young body.

"Oh shit Miss Waye", he gasped, lifting his head from my crack, "That 
smell! The smell of your pussy is Agh, Agh", he gagged slightly as his 
balls pumped more milk into my open receptive mouth, "just the smell of 
your fabulous cunt is making me cum Miss Waye", he panted, and returned 
his face to my pouting pussy.

As he buried his face into my vulva and sucked my clamouring clit into 
his wicked mouth his hips began thrusting his cock into my welcoming 
lips. The volume of his cum surprised me, but obviously he had plenty 
of unused sperm stored in his adolescent body, just waiting for an 
opening to flood.

My cunt started to tremble from this double ended carnal assault, and I 
knew I would soon explode with another sublime orgasm. How many was 
that tonight now? And how many more to come?

"Sit on top and ride me Miss Waye", Francis called as he rolled off me 
with his cock still squirting and lay on his back beside me, "Sit on my 
cock and fuck me, Please"

I didn't need to be asked twice, what with the rumblings of my climax 
already started. I eagerly straddled his vertical column and squatted 
my open cunt deliciously onto the thick tower of joy. My delight was 
exquisite as the dribbling cock throbbed its way into me. The extra 
tightness caused by the muscles of my thighs squatting was something 
else again! I could see the look of ecstacy on Francis' face. He 
reached up and kneaded my cum covered tits with his soft hands, adding 
to my erotic splendour. I don't know where my energy came from, but I 
pumped my compliant vagina vigorously up and down from my squatting 
position. 

When my orgasm hit me I sat hard down on Francis' prick and ground my 
hips back and forth, moving the sperm spewing monster around inside me. 
It felt like the knob was up near my bottom ribs, and I inwardly 
congratulated myself for having such a phenomenal cuntal capacity that 
I could accommodate this perfect penis.

Francis' upward thrusting with my prize penis only added to my 
exhausting delight. Shit! Did I ever hit the jackpot tonight! What a 
fuck! And I was absolutely sure I had Francis by the balls too. The 
master seduction of your life Karen Waye, you sexy bodied deflowerer of 
boys. And he ejaculated from just the smell of my pussy, just the 
smell! I've got myself a right super sexed stud here. C'mon cunt, 
squeeze a bit more on his prick, let him know you're here!

Eventually I was so exhausted I shifted off Francis and lay beside him 
at an angle looking at the sperm still flowing slowly from his upright 
dick.

"Look Miss", he said, "you've fucked me so well my balls are just 
pouring out their cream for you. Does that always happen to boys when 
they screw?"

I looked in awe at the white ooze flowing in a slow continuous stream 
from the slotted eye in his doodle.

"No Francis, I've never seen it happen before", i answered truthfully, 
"Its just from your super prick and balls. You're probably very excited 
if this is the first time you've screwed a woman"

"My pussy is still quivering from the sheer joy of having your prick 
inside me, so I suppose its nearly the same thing"

"Shit! Shit! Bloody shit!", Francis yelled, sitting bolt upright, his 
wonderful cock deflating almost instantaneously.

"What's wrong Francis?", I asked, worried by his sudden change of mood.

"Sorry for the language Miss?" Francis answered as he turned to look at 
me, "Just its after ten, and I'm supposed to be home by ten thirty or 
I'll be in deep shit. And I've gotta tidy this place up too, so my 
uncle will let me come back here again. You better get dressed too, and 
go Miss Waye. I'm real sorry its ended like this, really I am. Thank 
you for the best night of my life Miss. The best night till next time 
we do this. You will see me again please, won't you??"

I nodded at him, smiling my sweetest smile.

"Hug me again, Miss", he asked, turning towards me as we stood up, "I 
liked that a lot too"

No words were needed as we clung tightly to each other for a minute or 
so, his head snuggled deep in between my slippery cum covered boobs.

Wonderful! He needs a mother figure! Me! And he is quite happy to fuck 
me with that super rod of his.

We dressed in silence, some bits of clothing hard to pull on over 
various sticky cum covered areas.

"You better go first Miss", Francis said when I was nearly dressed, 
"I'll clean this cum of the sofa and get going too as quick as I can"

I kissed him and hurried out into the cool night air, elated with my 
conquest of such a wonderful prick!


Part III - Francis Furiously Fucks a Few Fertile Fannies

On the way home the cool air brought me down from the high of my sexual 
conquest of Francis. The feel of his phenomenal penis exploding inside 
me still lingered. 

My thoughts turned to how I could arrange to have Francis' meaty shaft 
plowing my furrow regularly. By the time I reached home, 
(un?)fortunately my conscience had had made its opinion very clear.

What I did with Francis tonight was absolutely wrong! No excuses! 
Absolutely unforgivable! Whatever possessed me?? 

My job, my whole career. Both could be nonexistent and i could be in 
jail if anyone found out. SHIT!!

If Francis approached me again I would tell him it was all a big 
mistake. I'm not sorry for what we did as such, I enjoyed it a lot, I'm 
just sorry I didn't have the sense to avoid it. We should not have done 
it, and it cannot continue.

He might be upset, but with the practice I gave him and the confidence 
he obviously gained from the experience, Francis would soon be the 
school's most popular stud, even with the senior girls. They would 
never have sampled such a sausage before. For once the jocks would have 
to give way to someone with brains.

It took me hours to get all this straight in my mind, the walk home, a 
long lingering shower washing off the semen from his beautiful cock, 
and a lot of tossing and turning till I fell asleep. I didn't even 
masturbate in the shower I was so deep in thought!

About four thirty am I woke in a lather of sweat from a dream where 
Francis was tenderly sliding his fat penis slowly and deliberately over 
my clit and into my pussy, then out and repeating the process. Much to 
my horny disappointment it was only my own fingers doing the deed. I 
couldn't help but finish the good work, having an exhilarating climax 
remembering the feel of his cock pumping sperm high in my stretched 
cunt only hours before.

When I finished I chastised myself, recalling my decision of the night 
before to not screw with Francis again. I dozed only fitfully and 
miserably till it was time to get up and dress for work ..... and 
Francis! Oh shit! At least it was second last period before I would 
have him in a class, and I only had one other before that.

I couldn't help but think of what he said about hiding my charms under 
dowdy teacher clothes as I dressed, but fought successfully to put him 
out of my mind by mentally solving quadratic equations. I could always 
clear my mind this way, it was a handy habit to possess, and I needed 
it now. All the drive to work I continued, progressing to running 
through proofs for most of the list of standard integrals. 

The tempo of the school day took over when I reached the small office 
labelled 'Head - Mathematics Department. Ms K Waye (MA.;BScHons;PhD)'. 
This was a place for a level headed, no nonsense person. Most of my 
staff were men, but they had long ago stopped worrying about their 
woman boss. They realised I knew my job, and did it well and fairly. 
Also I was the first head to take a class or two for myself, not just 
sit in the office and doodle.

Despite the reprieve, Francis and his bouncing prick bounded back into 
my consciousness as I gathered my books for the fateful lesson. I could 
send another teacher to take them today, no-one would think that unduly 
odd. But that was only avoiding the inevitable. Shit! Shit!

I reached the room slightly before the flood of young humanity poured 
in. They all took their seats. Francis was missing. My heart pounded 
and a frown knitted my brow. Why? Probably just some normal 
explanation. I opened my book to check the roll before starting and 
Francis appeared at the door smiling.

"Sorry I'm late Miss Waye", he said cheerily, "I dropped my locker key 
and had to go back for it. Mr Holmes had it"

Before he moved to his seat our eyes met. He looked sort of longingly 
at me and my rotten pussy tingled with excitement. I didn't need the 
complication of my crotch taking control. I smiled warmly back at him, 
my outer demeanor belying my inner turmoil. Was he looking at me and 
seeing my naked boobs and turned on pussy of the night before? I 
glanced down at his crotch as he walked towards me going to his seat. 
All I saw was his rock hard cock ready to part my sizzling cunt lips. I 
blinked and the fully clothed Francis reached his seat and sat down.

Luckily our lesson was on polynomial expressions, so my mental 
gymnastics with some over complicated examples purged my mind for me. 
The lesson went well, Francis and his prick only managed to nudge the 
edges of my mind a couple of times. I looked at him while he worked. He 
seemed sort of different. Was his hair tidier, or had it been cut 
today? Was he a bit more neatly dressed, shirt tucked in tidily etc? Or 
was I looking through different eyes? At least he was working away 
busily, not sitting there looking ready to strip and fuck me at any 
moment. What have I got myself into?? Shit!, and Shit! again. Even my 
own pussy was conspiring against me. The bastard thing managed to get 
wet and slippery, even through the polynomials! But I was firm in my 
resolve to behave as a responsible teacher should. And it did feel nice 
walking around the class with really slippery cunt lips. I could feel 
them sliding against one another when I bent to look over the students' 
shoulders to see their work.

When I put my hand on Francis' shoulder while looking at his solutions 
I felt him tremble slightly, but he didn't look up. I moved away to 
answer another yelled out question as soon as I could. That rotten 
crotch of mine pulsated too. But my mind was made up. I am in charge of 
my body, not it in command of me!

As the class ended I asked Francis to stay back to discuss something 
with me. 

"Tell Mr Rogers Francis is with me and may be a little late please 
Joanne", I ordered as the other filed quickly out to get to the last 
lesson for the day.

I closed the door when they left. Francis had stayed in his seat. I 
went and sat on the desk in front, facing him, and explained my 
position. His expression did not change a lot while I spoke, but he 
moved nervously in his chair. I looked at him sitting there, a slight 
smile on his face. Given a free and unfettered choice, and considering 
only my body's needs, I would have happily lifted my skirt, dropped my 
knickers and let him fuck me then and there! But my analytical brain 
luckily prevailed.

"Its funny, Miss Waye", Francis said, "But I thought this would happen. 
I really enjoyed last night and would easily fuck you now if you let 
me. My cock is ready now, hard as a rock in my pants Miss. All you have 
to do is open your legs a bit and hitch your skirt."

"But I'm sorry Miss, you said no more, and for now that has to be that! 
And I'll let your decision stand. But you can't expect I'll never want 
to experience your fabulous pussy again. I'll work at it, maybe one day 
you'll change your mind. I can smell your pussy juices from here miss. 
You would like to have my cock in you, wouldn't you Miss? But we'd 
better not. Eh?"

I summoned all my reserve powers of self control. My legs were almost 
about to open and jump into his lap so the throbbing meat could pump 
its juice and quench the raging fire in me. Shit Karen! Stay strong! 
Stay strong! I took a very deep breath.

"Francis, I'm glad you understand, you're a good boy", I said a 
normally as possible with my crotch on fire, "Now that you've learnt a 
few things I'm sure you can get any girl you want from the whole 
school. After the first one, you'll have them queueing up. And please 
don't torment me by asking me to see you like that again, because I 
just can't, and you know it, Francis"

"Sorry Miss Waye, that was my cock speaking then, its been very 
insistent since you straightened it out!" He grinned.

"When I got home last night Miss my dad wasn't home. He left a note to 
say he was away for a few days, till next Monday. So I went back to 
uncle Reno's studio and put those films through the one hour photo 
machine"

Shit! Shit! Shit! Triple Quadruple assholes full of shit! I forgot the 
fucking photos! If anyone saw those I'd be out of here so fucking 
quick!! 

Drawing on some hidden reserve of inner strength, I retained my 
composure, hardly flinching at all.

"Oh. The photos. I'd quite forgotten", I said truthfully.

"You look real nice Miss Waye, super sexy, ya know. Some are absolutely 
pornographic, but there's lots of really nice amazingly sexy ones. I 
think you should have them, Miss"

"Thanks Francis, thanks. I'd like that very much. Where are they?", I 
said in a remarkably normal tone, knowing I must not let him know I was 
worried about the bloody things.

"They're at home Miss", he confided, "I wouldn't want anyone here to 
see them. You might get in trouble. I want to keep a couple I like a 
lot, you can have the rest, even the negatives. You might like to get a 
couple blown up for your bedroom wall. If you can square it off with Mr 
Rogers, I'll go now and put them in your mail box before you get home."

"You're surprisingly understanding Francis. Thanks again. We'd better 
be going now then. I'll see Mr Rogers"

As he stood the large outline of his bloated cock showed clearly 
against the leg of his jeans. Don't spoil it now Karen, there's a good 
girl. You've done amazingly well up till now. Don't blow it! 

My pelvic muscles contracted so powerfully at the sight of the cock I 
coveted so much, that I was almost catapulted from my seat on the desk 
top. I stood and let my ass cheeks clench and tremble, unseen under my 
thick skirt while he walked slowly away.

"But Miss" he added in parting, "Don't be too angry if I try again. I 
need you hugging me"

I breathed a deep sigh of mental relief when he went. But the physical 
torture remained. It was almost a battle of cunt over mind. My body 
wanted, needed, desired, and yes, deserved Francis' penis pounding away 
at my crotch. Was it worth my job? What if no-one else ever knew? What 
risk then? And the fucking photos!! Sheeyit!

Hurrying down the corridor with my books, I stopped at Mr Rogers' room 
and told him I'd sent Francis home because he didn't look very well. 
Then I hurried to get tomorrow's class changes finished, and went to 
the common room full of people for a cup of coffee before I went home.

Paul, the history teacher was there. I considered asking him over 
tonight for dinner. He'd know what I really wanted was a good screw. 
Then I thought of his cock in comparison to Francis' and burst out 
laughing. The others looked at me and some of them started laughing 
too, like people often do when someone else laughs. My eyes watered 
while visions of Paul's tiddler next to Francis' whopper flashed 
vividly through my brain and I laughed uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry", I gasped as we all managed to temper our laughter to a 
slight giggle, "but I can't tell you what that was about, you wouldn't 
understand", and I started laughing again.

The laughing did me good. It brightened the day for many of the others 
too! One thing it did not do was lower the pressure in my poor slippery 
pussy. When I went to the toilet I was surprised by how wet my valley 
was. With supreme self control I avoided wiping long enough for it to 
become a full blown frigging session, not that the temptation wasn't 
strong, what with the memory of that wonder weapon last night and 
seeing it imprisoned in Francis' jeans this afternoon.

As I neared home my palms started to sweat. What of these photos? At 
least Francis didn't seem pissed off and about to spread them around. 
There were two packets in my mailbox and a couple of letters. I hurried 
inside and sat down to look at them. The bigger envelope obviously 
contained the photos so I opened it first. 

Fucking hell! These photos were pretty steamy. Did I really dress like 
that? And deliberately pose showing all that much of my hidden charms? 
What ever possessed me to act like that? I've always liked sex, but a 
'public' display? That wasn't the normal me. My brain spun with all 
sorts of thoughts. Maybe last night WAS the real me - if it wasn't for 
'convention', I'd want to be like that more often, truth be known!

The photos of my pussy with my legs apart even looked good to me, no 
wonder Francis pumped so much cum inside and all over me. Those women 
were right about the amount of cum a young first timer produces! Most 
of the men I've known would take months to make that much. And that 
long thick cock pressing in and out of my pussy....... I started 
sweating as I continued to thumb through the photos on the table, the 
more explicit ones being at the bottom of the pile. The one of my 
gaping slot taken as I reached over the sofa for the scarf, could have 
been of any cunt, my face was not showing, but it was a masterpiece of 
candid photography. The shiny vulva lips parted to show my clit and the 
entrance to my vagina, my asshole squeezed in tight as I stretched for 
the scarf, and the whole area highlighted by the fringe around the gap 
in my crotchless panties. The white of my thighs showing above the 
black stocking tops added to the overall erotic effect of the photo. 
This Francis was a good photographer!

The inevitable effect of these cheesecake, and well, let's be truthful, 
pornographic, photos was that the sexual demands of my unquenched pussy 
became more and more urgent. I had been okay till Francis said he still 
wanted to fuck me and I saw his tool stretching inside his jeans. Then 
I remembered the mirth in the staff room, and the incongruity of the 
two penis sizes started me laughing again. It felt nice, and I found I 
was rubbing myself through my skirt and pants when the laughing slowed. 
That felt nice too. The idea of having a nice warm shower and using the 
hand held jet to bring myself off was definitely gaining the 
ascendancy. The idea of phoning Francis to come over was also flashing 
into my conscious. His nice hard cock would be much more satisfying 
than the fucking water jet! And, shit, did I need satisfying! 

I reached the last couple of photos. They were absolutely 
gynecologically explicit. My cunt was wide open in all its glory 
waiting for Francis' cock to do its duty. I remembered well, holding my 
ass cheeks apart when he asked me to spread them so he could see where 
to put his meat. No wonder at all why he pumped so hard when he got 
going! You're one sexy woman Karen Waye. That's a real good lookin' 
cunt ya got there girl! And it needs a good thick hard cock in it 
pumping hard.

The battle with that prissy cautious party pooper Karen Waye was almost 
over now. The intelligent maths teacher with the PhD, who, by the way, 
had greatly enjoyed fucking her brains out on Francis' prick last 
night, had decided the chances of anyone finding out about her and 
Francis screwing, if they were careful when and where, were almost 
negligible. As long as she kept Francis happy he wouldn't tell, and 
she, sure as shit, wasn't about to confess! 

I knew my cunt was about to win if only I could find one or two more 
arguments on its side of the case. But my mind was blank for the 
moment. The stalemate persisted, and my slippery crotch cried out for 
relief, but my conscience was holding on by a slender thread.

Then I reached the other package that had been hidden under all the 
photos. I cancelled the idea of looking through the photos again, 
though I had thought that may tip the balance, and started to open the 
packet - more photos I thought.

Well,.... I was almost right. It was a video tape with no labels, and a 
neatly folded note - from Francis - it read:


Dear Karen,

That is what you asked me to call you last 
night. I really enjoyed what we did. 

I got the definite impression you did too. Even 
as you spoke this afternoon I could smell your 
pussy wet and close to me. As I walked away 
from you my cock came in my pants from your 
marvellous smell.

I want to fuck you again and again - I like it, 
you like it. You want my prick in you again 
too, I could tell that today. I saw it in your 
eyes. You know its true.

No-one will ever know if we are careful, and 
neither of us would have a reason to let anyone 
else know. That would just spoil everything!

Watch this to the end. Then your answer will be 
'YES!"

I will come to your office tomorrow morning to 
see what you have (or haven't) got on under 
your long skirt and floppy jumper. I want to 
feel your beautiful body squeezing my cock.

I need your arms holding me, hugging me. Please 
Karen???


The note was typed and unsigned, but it could only have been from 
Francis. And he knew just where to attack my faltering conscience. A 
mighty surge of what I could only describe as maternal instinct filled 
me when I recalled hugging him close last night, and him saying no-one 
had hugged him since his mother left. Somewhere I remember hearing she 
had gone to Canada four or five years ago. Poor boy, without a mother 
to hug him.

I looked again at the video tape in my hand with no idea at all of what 
could be on it. I started to wonder what it was about. Probably Francis 
asking me to change my mind. I was still a little way from that yet, 
but not far.....

Being curious about the contents, I poured myself a brandy, turned on 
my 'home theatre', put the tape into the machine and sat back to watch 
on the four foot screen.

You truly could not imagine my reaction when the picture settled onto 
the screen. 

Shock? Surprise? Horror? All of those at once, all mixed together. 

There I was! Me! With Francis taking photos. It was last night. I was 
about to scream in fury. Someone was there taking this video. Francis 
tricked me. My heart pounded.

Then Francis' voice spoke clearly over the sound of our conversation in 
the studio. 

"You must be thinking ssss some terrible things M Miss. But I didn't 
even know he had this setup, truly I didn't. I only happened to sse the 
machines going in the control room when I went back to develop the 
photos"

"There are six cameras that seem to run automatically wwwith the big 
lights. There are six tapes nearly four hours each. They went all the 
time the big lights were on. I took them all home so uncle Reno 
wouldn't see them. I've put a few bits from each camera on here to 
remind you how great it was. We look pretty good. Maybe we should make 
porn movies. See ya tomorrow, ready and waitin'"

What a fuck-up! Not only photos, but video tapes too. As I digested 
this latest development my attention refocussed on the screen where I 
was removing my bra and pointing my tits at Francis for his photos. I 
listened to the conversation we had while I posed for him. It was, to 
say the least, totally incriminating for me. Francis was hesitant and 
stuttering. I was undressing and telling him what we were doing was 
okay. If anyone in authority saw this I was in jail for certain!

If Francis had no reason to show it around I would be right. The sight 
of his prick sticking out from his pants and then sliding into my mouth 
was more than I could take. Instantly my mind was made up. Keep the boy 
happy and I'll eventually get the tape. Keep the boy happy with his 
prick inside me and I'll be happy too. My whole body shuddered around 
my crotch - and it felt nice! 

While I watched Francis shoot his first load of cum into my mouth I 
stared to mentally plan our next few fucks, with my hand rubbing firmly 
on my clit through my dampening knickers. I had a glorious climax 
watching him fuck into my greasy slot from behind, doggy fashion. What 
a tart I looked in that black lingerie! Fuck me Francis. Fuck me! 

I was turned on by deciding to be the wicked woman who was going to 
squeeze the ever-lovin shit out of his wonder dick. 

Poor Francis, I thought, he doesn't know what he's getting himself 
into. My body throbbed again thinking of him sinking his thick long 
meaty pole into my lusting pussy. Shit, it felt great!

For some reason I replayed the tape when it finished and was even more 
astounded by how it showed me seducing an innocent young boy. Innocent 
young boy, my ass! I'm sure he knew he was showing his swelling cock 
along his pants leg as he squatted in front of me, but none of that on 
the tape. And he had his zipper open when he returned after refilling 
his camera, but that wasn't on the tape either!

My mind wandered to what I'd heard about teenage boys and their first 
proper fucking ejaculation. Those women had been absolutely spot-on. 
The volume of his cum was enormous, even what was shown on the tape. 
And the way his cock had just oozed cum while he watched me masturbate. 

My hands had found their way into my panties and were starting to 
imitate my effort of the night before on the sofa in front of Francis.

Shit I needed his pole pushing into me. Now! I needed his meaty cock 
spreading my vaginal walls with its eager young thrusts. I reached for 
the phone with my free hand and punched in his number while I frigged 
merrily away at my lusting clitty.

Stupid fucking answering machine! I rang off without speaking and lay 
back and continued my auto stimulation with two hands while I listened 
to the sounds of the noisy climax Francis and I both experienced when 
he fucked me 'doggy fashion' last night.

I went to bed after that self induced orgasm on my sofa and dreamed of 
Francis' wonderful erect cock prodding all my nooks and crannies. I 
awoke a little earlier than usual and horny as shit.

My hands started to delve into my velvety vulva, but I controlled 
myself, deciding to save my energy for pumping on Francis' pole later. 
Even in the sensuously warm shower I maintained my control, and after 
drying myself I dabbed some sweet scented cologne in my crotch, through 
my ass crack and over my heaving breasts. Best to smell nice for my 
'toy boy', I thought.

Next came time to choose my 'fucking' clothes. I knew it would be risky 
screwing Francis at school, but that made the idea all the more 
appealing. My over eager pussy spasmed and I felt some slippery 
lubricating fluid spread through the slit making my cunt lips slide 
easily over each other as I moved around. I liked the feeling.

The first thing I put on was a thin tight top that showed the shape of 
my firm tits quite proudly through the stretched material. I stroked 
each nipple tenderly and watched contentedly as they both hardened and 
poked the material further out, making their presence patently obvious. 
The firm hold of the blue top extended to just above my red triangle of 
pubic hair. 

A quick few strokes of my hair brush made the short curly hairs look 
nice and neat, all lying in the same direction, pointing to my juicy 
crotch. I hope he notices the trouble I've gone to for him, I said 
aloud to myself as I ratted through my cupboard drawers for a black 
suspender to wear. Next a pair of red stockings with black stars all 
over them. They were new, I can't remember who gave them to me, but 
they had never been worn. Today they seemed just right! Then an ankle 
length skirt. A very full skirt - I intended it would be lifted above 
my ass to let Francis feed his fat fully into my furry furrow. I didn't 
want a tight skirt that would be difficult to get up or down quickly if 
required. Nice sensible shoes were chosen next. I had to wear them all 
day, and I never did like high heels much. A long sleeved and below the 
bum pullover completed my ensemble. It was bright like the skirt so the 
stockings didn't look out of place when they showed, and hid my highly 
visible boobs and tight top from the public view.

I felt very sensuous and sexy in my 'naughty girl' clothes, and somehow 
resisted the urge to slip on a pair of tiny panties. Might as well do 
it properly - this choice of clothes was sure to impress Francis and 
get his balls pumping their creamy cum. That reminded me, and I grabbed 
a couple of wrapped tampons from the packet in the drawer. One of these 
slipped in when he left would save me from having the semen flood from 
his juvenile balls trickling from my pussy for a couple of hours. That 
was ok at home or in bed, but the thought of oozing cum as I walked 
around the school did not appeal greatly. I giggled thinking how I 
would probably walk funny with his cream dribbling down my thighs and 
quickly popped them into my purse.

After doing my hair, going to the toilet and reapplying the cologne to 
my ass and pussy, I collected my bag from the desk and caught the 
elevator to the car park. When I slid into the car seat it was the 
first time I had sat since dressing, and the dress material against 
bum, pussy and thighs felt funny. My body trembled when I grabbed the 
gear knob to engage reverse and it reminded me of Francis' firm penis 
head. 

A few doubts about what I was doing tried to take hold in my head as I 
drove to work, but luckily my sexual needs overrode the silly 
arguments. Thankfully my pussy and clitoris were in full control now, 
and they knew what they wanted, what I wanted - Francis' fat meaty cock 
hard into my cunt and pumping semen!!

I was early at school and fidgeted in my office wondering what the day 
would bring. I had no classes today, just reports to review and 
countersign. My desire took control of me and I quickly signed a desk 
full of report cards and in less than an hour had the desk tidier than 
it had been for ages. I wanted Francis as soon as possible, plunging 
his member into my now throbbing cunt. 

Quickly I went to the crowded staff room for a cup of coffee and a 
chance to catch my breath. I felt I was glowing like some sort of 
sexual beacon and could feel my pussy lips sliding easily around each 
other as I moved about.

"Get some good news?", the Deputy Head asked, "you look positively 
radiant this morning Miss Waye"

"I had a good night last night Ray", I answered, "made a couple of 
decisions, so I'm really looking forward to today. And only two more 
days of term. Who wouldn't be happy?" With Francis' cock spreading her 
ass cheeks, I added mentally, wondering what he would think if he knew 
I intended to lift my skirt and let his best history student fuck me 
stupid. 

The anticipation sent a delicious tremour through my pussy and ass, and 
more slippery juice flowed from my expectant vagina onto my pouting 
pussy lips. Soon this virile young penis would be fully under my 
control, catering to my every carnal whim. I could hear the blood 
pulsing inside my head as the many wonders of unfettered access to 
Francis' rock hard rod flashed through my mind.

"Oh Peter!", I called to Mr Stubbs, one of the junior science teachers, 
"Do you have Wellman in your class this morning?"

"Sure do", he answered

"I have something to straighten out with him", I said, thinking of 
Francis' eager prick, "and I really need to do it this morning so its 
settled before the end of term. Will he miss much if you send him 
straight to my office?"

"He's one of the bright ones. We're only going over the exam papers and 
he got ninety something. He'd only be bored anyway, how long will he 
be?"

Very long, I thought, and right between the legs. I smiled radiantly at 
Peter, and answered.

"Well if that's the case I won't worry if it lingers on a little. Don't 
be too surprised if he doesn't make it back before the end of the 
period. Will you mark him on so I don't have to do all the forms for 
missed lessons and counselling?" Peter nodded and I continued, "Thanks, 
you're a dear. Send him straight around when you get to the room. Tell 
him to come to my office".

After a few more minutes I went around to the main office and asked the 
secretary not to put any phone calls through before eleven and hold any 
messages for me to collect later. Then I went to my office to wait for 
Francis.

There were no sofas or beds in the office, but my large desk and the 
swivel chair presented a couple of possibilities. Even on the floor, 
with me on the bottom would be worth it to feel that wonder weapon in 
me again. My vagina contracted deliciously around the imaginary cock. I 
put one leg onto the desk as I sat in my chair, pulled up the skirt and 
delved my right hand into my slippery nest. The amount of lubrication 
surprised me! I'm sure I could have easily slipped my fist into such a 
slippery hole. Oh, Francis, please hurry! I want to feel your cock 
pressing into me. Ooohhh yeeesss, press it in!

A rap on the door jolted me back to reality.

"Come in", I cooed, and the door slowly opened.

Luckily I had put my foot back on the ground! In stepped Lorraine 
Williams, one of my senior students.

"I just dropped in to wish you a relaxing holiday Miss Waye", she said, 
looking a bit perplexed at the startled look on my face.

"Don't look so funny at me Lorraine", I laughed, regaining my 
composure, "I thought it was a woman's footsteps I heard come up to the 
door, so I said come in straight off. I had my skirt up straightening 
my stockings. Then I remembered young Wellman is supposed to come and 
see me. So I sat down quickly when the door opened, just in case"

We both laughed as I stood up and let my skirt fall from above my 
knees.

"I wouldn't want to give him the wrong idea, that's for sure Lorraine", 
I said smiling, "not after the stories I've heard about him and his 
equipment"

I knew Lorraine was sexually active, very active in fact. I'd caught 
her and one of the basketballers in the gym one evening after a 
training session. I'd told no one, but warned them to be careful about 
what may happen if others caught them. She was a good student, very 
bright in fact, and though we had been friendly for over a year, after 
the screwing incident in the gym we were closer, co-conspirators I 
suppose. We never directly spoke about the episode, but often exchanged 
knowing glances or double meaning quips that others we were with never 
caught onto.

What she never knew was that I'd watched the whole thing. His 
reluctance, her driving need pushing her to kneel and suck his cock to 
its full extent, then to push him onto his back and ride his donger 
with an urgent frenzy. Bastard I was, I went in before either of them 
climaxed, but when they could no longer have stopped for the 'A' bomb 
anyway. I told them they may as well finish and then go home before 
anyone else saw them, I'd make sure no-one came in till they went. Then 
I went back out the door and watched them finish off in a delayed 
carnal frenzy of thrusting cock, gripping cunt muscles and spraying 
sperm.

"That wasn't as high as some skirts I've known of", she quipped through 
my reverie, in a reference to her ride in the gym, "I've seen his 
cameras, he always carries them around"

"What are you doing for the vacation Lorraine?", I asked, grinning at 
her previous remarks, "I've heard he has few extensions for his 
equipment too", I added before she answered.

"I'm just staying home to study for the finals Miss", she said smirking 
as my comment sunk in.

"Isn't it more usual for you young ones to go away somewhere and screw 
your brains out?", I asked, "or is that only a rumour?"

"Only a rumour Miss. You know me better than that", Lorraine replied, 
"and besides I need good marks if I'm to do medicine"

"Well, if you need any help", I offered, "just phone me". 

For some strange reason I felt an affinity for this attractive young 
woman who was almost twenty years younger than me.

"Have a nice time yourself", I said cheerily as she turned and left.

"Hi Wellman! You're lookin' okay", I heard her say as she passed 
Francis in the corridor.

I knew her curiosity had been roused, and now she would try to find out 
the 'good oil' on Francis, and unless I was badly mistaken she would 
figure out a way to investigate his 'equipment' for herself. My pussy 
tingled wondering what it would feel like for her if Francis' cock all 
fitted into her trim athletic body.

My mind refocussed on the job at hand when Francis tapped lightly on my 
door and gingerly entered the little room. He was dressed much the same 
as usual for the boys at the school, but he definitely looked neater, 
or more mature or something. Something I couldn't quite put a label to. 
His first glance at me was very sheepish and apprehensive. When I 
smiled at him he relaxed with a big sigh and grinned back at me, his 
eyes full of laughter again.

"I wasn't sure if I was deep in the shit or not Miss Waye. Boy am I 
glad you're smiling at me", Francis said as he walked towards me.

I moved to the end of the desk and when he reached me he threw his arms 
around me, laid his sandy head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly to 
him. What could I do but respond by hugging him back?

"I really enjoyed what you did for me. I need you and those nice cuddly 
arms. You're a special woman Karen Waye", Francis said in a low voice, 
"Don't send me away. Ever. No other woman will ever be able to replace 
you"

The tears trying to form in my eyes didn't stop my pussy from 
contracting strongly, and I hugged him tighter in a silent answer.

"I need you too, Francis", I crooned as we hugged, "The feel of that 
super cock of yours inside me is something I never want to lose. I'm 
glad we want each other so much. I dressed special for you today"

His hands moved to cup my firm buns and pressed my crotch against his. 
I noticed his breathing deepen as we ground against each other 
sensuously. 

I quickly glanced up when I heard someone in the corridor and we 
disentangled as I moved to latch the door so we would have some privacy 
for our coming erotic encounter.

"Just in case", I said as the latch clicked shut, "I wouldn't want 
anyone else to see that great prick of yours, they might want to share 
it. I want it all Francis. I want it all inside me. Now Francis 
darling. I want it all inside me now"

Francis moved close to me and grabbed the bottom of my wooly jumper 
then lifted it off over my head. I glanced down at my erect nipples 
pressing out against the tight material of my thin top. I was impressed 
and they pushed further out as his tongue flicked at the right nipple 
through the material. I couldn't resist putting my hands around his 
curly head and pressing his mouth onto my heaving breast. It felt 
great, and his eager tongue worked on my rubbery nipple with 
tantalisingly effective strokes. Shit it turned me on! I wanted a cock 
in me, and soon.

As Francis sucked he propped my ass against my desk, then dropped to 
his knees in front of me. I knew what to expect and my pussy tingled 
with delight. He started to run his hands gently over my ankles just 
under my skirt. His gentle massaging both relaxed me and increased my 
sexual tension at the same time. He looked up smiling as his hands 
slowly advanced further under the skirt and onto my lower calves. The 
sensation of his fingernails rubbing through the nylon stockings was 
amazingly erotic. My pussy spasmed with delight as he winked at me when 
he started to finger behind my knees as if it was my crotch. The gleam 
in his sparkling eyes as I shuddered in ecstacy only added to my erotic 
delight.

I kicked off my shoes and tried to fondle his dick with my stockinged 
feet while his hands advanced higher up my trembling legs, but he 
wouldn't let me.

"Oooohhh Karen, oooowweeerrr", he moaned in a low voice as his hands 
reached the bare sensitive skin above my stocking tops, "Your skin 
feels like silk, I'd like to slip it on, like a glove"

His arms held my knees together and my skirt was still only slightly 
lifted where Francis' arms went under at the sides. I looked down at 
him, and my bossom heaved when he reached around my bare ass and 
squeezed it firmly in his gentle hands. A heavenly tingle started in my 
cunt and radiated out to all parts of my delighted body.

"Leave home in a hurry this morning, did you?", he asked with a grin on 
his young face.

"N No", I answered, "In fact I was even early today. Why?"

"Well, you forgot to finish getting dressed. You left your panties off"

We both laughed. I hadn't heard that line before. 

As the happy glow of a good laugh spread through me, Francis released 
his elbows from my knees and let my crotch open slightly. His hands 
slowly traced their way around from my firm ass to slide down, one each 
side of my pouting pussy, and the heavenly tingle, stronger than 
before, again pulsed through me. This boy was driving me mad with lust. 
I wanted his prick firmly planted deep inside my cunt pumping semen 
into me. Shit I want him fucking me, fucking me good and deep with his 
gorgeous long shaft. 

He smiled as a shudder of anticipatory delight trembled through my legs 
and stomach. Boy! What a find this prick was! His teasing fingers were 
methodically increasing my already overpowering lust for his young 
penis.

Then he lifted the skirt above my trembling knees and pressed his head 
between them, correctly assuming I would spread them wide to provide 
him with easy access to my slit for his probing tongue.

I had to lift my ass onto the desk and lean back to release the weight 
from my legs so I could spread them wide for Francis' whole face to fit 
easily into my receptive crotch. 

The ecstacy of his nose pressing on my clit while his juvenile tongue 
purposefully probed my pouting pussy was exquisite in the extreme. I 
would have grabbed his head and ground it harder into my slippery slot, 
but both my arms were stretched behind me supporting my weight.

I could feel the little muscles down the inside of my thighs twitching 
as a definite sign of the climax that was now inevitable. 

Then suddenly, just as I was about to abandon myself to my orgasmic 
fate, Francis removed his now shiny face from my snatch and smiled up 
at me.

"Hop down Miss", he said quietly, but with an unresistable authority in 
his voice, "Turn around and lean against the desk so my poor balls can 
unload some of this hot sperm into you"

My brain quickly comprehended what he wanted and I saw him sliding his 
zipper down as I stood on the floor to turn around and point my ass at 
him. My need for his cock inside me was so great that I even avoided 
the temptation to stop and watch the monster leap from his jeans when 
he finished opening them. 

I had no time to waste on further preliminaries. 

I wanted that meat inside me. 

Deep inside me. 

Pumping semen!

Come on! Get it in there boy! Give me something to squeeze on! Stop 
mucking around!

In
fact he wasted no time in lifting the skirt high onto my back when I 
leaned forward onto the desk, and I spread my feet to lower my lusting 
cunt towards the right level for his cock to run straight in. 

I heard his jeans drop to his feet, and I heard the groan of delight he 
let out when he looked at my waiting pussy winking at him from between 
my legs. Francis wasted no time in rubbing his pulsing cock against my 
swollen pussy lips and tracing the length of my slippery slot from my 
asshole to my clit with the meaty head, gathering lubricating juices as 
it went on its merry way. The feel of his wonder weapon excited me 
greatly, and I started to press back against it to force it into my 
hungry vagina as it slid past. But Francis only moved back so I 
couldn't get it into me quite so easily.

He spread my ass cheeks apart and held my pussy open with both his 
hands and started to prod meaningfully at my unprotected asshole. He 
worked slowly and gently till he had about half the great knob slipping 
easily in, preparing the way for the whole thick rod to follow. My lust 
was now such that I didn't care where he shoved it as long as he did it 
soon and stopped fucking me around. My need for an orgasm was about to 
tear me apart. I need that cock in me!

Francis started to fully remove his knob now, and poke it back in from 
a distance. I was preparing myself for a sudden full depth plunge and 
had my ass muscles as relaxed as I could under the circumstances. On 
the next insertion my ass clamped tightly around the bit of penis head 
he slipped in and he groaned such an erotic moan I almost came from 
hearing his delight.

"Fuck this, you wicked woman", Francis growled as he pulled his meat 
from my asshole and easily shoved his full length of cock to a 
shuddering stop in my cunt, "Your naughty little boy wants to pump his 
nuts high into your pussy. EEEEEERRRRRRRR GGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"

The sudden change of hole surprised me and sent waves of clitoral 
splendour through me. The feel of his wonderful cock, MY COCK!, filling 
my vagina so unexpectedly was sheer ecstacy. 

After the first deep stroke and groan Francis started a fast and 
powerful fucking motion, full length every time, and slamming hard into 
me on each delightful in stroke. I gladly handed over control to my 
cunt and clit as his persistent pummelling of my pussy stared my climax 
rolling with a fierce contraction of my vagina around his pistoning 
pole. I definitely lost all control from the waist down as my body 
spasmed and contorted in an orgasm so intense I thought I must be dead 
and in heaven. My knees buckled and I felt my legs go to jelly as my 
climax peaked. But Francis realised what was happening and, grabbing my 
hips, held my viciously convulsing pussy hard onto his fully extended 
cock. The flash of realisation that there I was, hands on my desk, and 
held up at the other end by Francis' pulsating penis firmly lodged in 
my rhythmically contracting vagina, caused an even more powerful 
squeeze of my cunt muscles around his invading weapon.

Francis skillfully held onto me till my fantastic orgasm subsided 
enough for me to put my feet back on the floor and support my weight. 
Shit, what a fucking orgasm! I was so breathless my body was heaving 
and I couldn't speak. My whole focus was around the thick penis 
twitching hard up between my legs and filling my stretched vagina. What 
a cock this boy's got! AND he's learning to drive it too!

"That was some performance", Francis said bending to whisper in my ear, 
"your beautiful cunt squeezing my dick like that is something special. 
Never stop, it feels great"

He moaned a lusty sigh from deep within as I replied by clamping my 
cunt muscles as hard as I could around his still fully erect prick. I 
knew I'd done well when he started to pump into me with short slow 
strokes through the vyce like clamp of my super tight cunt.

"Did you have black coffee this morning?", I was puzzled by his 
question.

"Y Yes Francis", I replied, "I always have black coffee in the morning. 
Why?", I asked, wondering what coffee had to do with his gorgeous cock 
filling my belly with its firm meatiness.

He pulled his prick out of my disappointed vagina and moved around the 
desk awkwardly, his jeans still around his ankles. I was acutely aware 
of a great empty feeling in my cunt where his cock had just been 
nestling. I was just about to tell him to come back and fuck me again 
when he spoke.

"White coffee is better", he said sitting into my swivel chair with his 
mighty prick standing high from his lap, "and I've got a quart of cream 
you can mix with it. Come and suck on this" he almost ordered, jerking 
his cock as he spoke.

Suddenly I realised that while I had been so wrapped up in my own 
cuntal delight, Francis had not yet cum. There was no gooey semen 
oozing from my vagina and slithering down my inner thighs.

"Oh yes darling", I said, quickly kneeling in front of him, greedily 
gobbling his pole onto my smiling lips.

I actually felt a little guilty for having had such a wonderful orgasm 
myself while he had not reached his, so I worked extra well at 
tantalising his knob so he would enjoy pumping his sperm into my 
waiting throat. 

My throat did not have long to wait. I felt his body stiffen and his 
cock head harden even more as his great balls started to pump their 
flood of semen along the thick shaft. 

"I'm aahhh going eerrr to enjoy cumming aaggghhh in your mouth 
ooooohhhh Miss Waye", Francis jerkily said as the semen started to 
flood my throat and he drifted off into what I supposed was a penis 
controlled dream, somehow similar to the way my pussy takes control 
when I climax. While his balls pumped away into my throat I wondered 
how all this great prick fitted into my pussy when I could get less 
than half of it into my mouth and throat. Some cunt you must have down 
there, I thought in self praise.

When he finished ejaculating I removed my face from his crotch and 
looked up at his face. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"That was super, Karen", he said tenderly, and pulled me to him, "hold 
me. Please just hold me tight".

I reached for him and, as he had asked, hugged him tightly around the 
shoulders.

I'm liking this Miss Waye", he said into my ear, "hugging you and 
fucking you. It feels so great! I thought I'd always be the class nerd, 
an awkward gangly geek. But you've been so great Karen. I'd like to 
call you Karen, but I'm frightened I'll say it at the wrong time or 
something. Anyway it makes it sound sort of naughty like, and I get a 
bit harder fucking my maths teacher. You're a wicked cradle snatching 
woman Karen Waye, and I love you for it. I could fuck you forever. I 
hope I can keep up with your sexual appetite, you horny bugger. That 
was some orgasm you had there"

The glow of pride and satisfaction at his words, mixed with the warm 
afterglow of a super orgasm, caused a shudder of joy to rumble through 
me, and I held him tighter for a few seconds, then planted my mouth on 
his. I kissed him like I've never kissed anyone before, and my cunt and 
ass almost turned me inside out they pulled so tight when Francis 
replied by fucking his tongue deep into my mouth while I probed his.

"I need you too, Francis", I said when we stopped for breath, "You're 
the man I've waited for, and that wonderful prick of yours. It fills me 
so full. I've never felt anything like it. Ever"

Then I heard some movement in the corridor, and the normal world tried 
to invade our special moment.

"We'd better be going soon Francis", I sighed, "someone might come 
looking for me"

"Do you usually sit here facing the door Miss?"

I nodded a yes to his strange question, then moved where his gentle but 
firm hands guided me. After leering for a few seconds at my breasts 
through the tight top I wore, he lifted the thin material and fully 
exposed my braless tits. 

"OOOHHH Karen", he crooned, "you've got hard nipples on those beaut 
tits of yours. Didn't your mother tell you its rude to point?"

I giggled at his quip while he sucked my right nipple into his mouth 
and flicked his tongue tantalisingly around it. Francis' sense of 
humour was surprising me, and I liked it. Maybe he was more than just a 
big meaty dick.

With another quick movement Francis had turned me to face the door. 
From behind me he lifted my long skirt as he bent me forward towards 
the desk, and I felt his cock slide between my thighs, jerking a little 
as it pressed through.

"One fuck will never be enough with a sexy woman like you Karen", he 
said as he lifted the head of his shaft and poked it into my vaginal 
entrance, "So let's fuck, maths teacher. I want to fill your pussy with 
lots of warm creamy sperm from these aching balls of mine. I've stored 
up gallons and gallons for you"

His talk and actions took me by surprise. But it was a pleasant 
surprise, and caused a definite stirring in my crotch that told me I 
was really half way to another orgasm any way. The feeling of his meaty 
weapon stretching my vaginal walls as it invaded me was delightful.

Then Francis grabbed one of my boobs in each hand and started pumping 
my pussy in earnest with long, quick powerful strokes of his thick 
pole. I thought back to while he was cumming in my mouth before, and 
how big this cock inside me really is. I luxuriated in the feeling of 
fullness it caused when he slammed his meat hard home, and the 
stretching skin pulled delightfully on my clitty. There was no other 
explanation - this was heaven - what cock!, and it's pumping into me. 
Shit it feels great! AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!

Francis slowed his pumping slightly and leaned over, his head closer to 
mine, and at the same time he started to rotate his hips a bit so his 
prick wriggled from side to side, my tightly fitting vagina following 
its every deviation. The feeling was so unbelievably erotic that it 
almost took my breath away completely.

"Look up at the door Karen Waye, student fucker", he said near my ear.

I couldn't help but look up at the back of my closed office door, then 
he continued,

"You'll never be able to look at that door again without remembering 
the feeling of my prick pulsing inside your remarkable cunt. Or without 
remembering how great you're making me feel now while I pump this flood 
of sperm into you. ERRRRRR UUHHH! UUHHHH! AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHHH! Oh fuck, 
your pussy feels SO fantastic. I could spend the rest of my life 
pumping cum into this amazingly tight cunt of yours Miss. OOOOOEEEERRRR 
UUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

His strong young body went stiff as a board behind me and his already 
enormous cock seemed to swell as he pumped powerful pulses of sperm 
into me and my feet lifted off the floor, leaving my rear end suspended 
only by his sperm spewing prick. 

The added stimulation of listening to him enjoy his obviously 
delightful ejaculation coupled with his cock stretching my vagina and 
clit sent me too into a sea of orgasmic bliss. I never fucked like 
this, even when I was young. It was absofuckinglutely gloriously, cunt 
wrenchingly fantastic. What a find this prick was!!

The sound of the bell for the end of the first period snapped us both 
back to the reality of where we were. Francis spoke first, his cock 
still jerking little trickles of cum into my compliant cunt as he ran 
his fingers tenderly through my hair.

"None of those poor bastards out there has any idea what a fucking 
great time we're having in here. I want to fuck you all day Karen. 
Let's not stop till we drop"

"I'd love to live with your prick inside me all the time Francis, but 
we can't risk it any longer here at school. It won't be long before 
someone comes looking for me, we've been very lucky so far. Oh shit 
your cock feels good in there, and it stays hard for so long"

I moved forward off his pole and turned to face his contented smile. I 
lifted my skirt and pressed close to him, letting his swollen member 
slide between my thighs. We kissed passionately for several minutes and 
I felt his prick jerking in my slippery pussy slot.

"I want to fuck you again Karen", Francis said softly in my ear, "I 
want to fuck you all day and all night. My balls are aching to pump 
more sperm into you"


And he nudged my knees apart with his, sat me back on the edge of the 
desk and started to slide his prick, still streaked with the semen from 
his previous ejaculation, into my open pussy.

"Oh fuck!, that feels great. I want to pump some more in here then 
shoot a load in your ass - right up in your little brown eye. I never 
want to stop fucking, Karen"

Shit, I thought, what have I done here? He's a right horny little 
fucker, this one. I wonder how long he can fuck for? But definitely not 
here on my desk again. Someone will surely come soon, then we'll really 
be fucked!

"Francis, that feels good, but please stop for a while. Some one's sure 
to come soon, and you've got classes, even if tomorrow is the last day 
before vacation", I panted as he fed his length deep into my cunt. I 
wiggled my ass further back on the desk till his cock couldn't reach my 
pussy. I was starting to get carried away by the fantastic feeling of 
his thick meat, and managed to stop just in time.

"You're a cruel woman Karen Waye", Francis said pointing to his 
engorged prick, "My cock needs a nice slippery hole to slide in and cum 
again"

After a couple of minutes of discussion during which I almost ended up 
grabbing his cock and shoving it back in me, Francis made a suggestion.

"Why not come over to my place. Dad's in Canada for a couple of weeks. 
We can watch the rest of the videos of us fucking at the studio while 
we fuck each other's brains out on the water bed. I'd really like to 
fuck all day with a beautiful woman like you. What d'ya think good 
lookin'?"

I started to protest feebly. I knew that I would soon be in his arms on 
a big bed fucking deliciously onto his superb sausage. Francis easily 
answered my protests in a matter of fact way.

"You must have some sick days", he countered, "and I can square off 
missing my first day this year easily enough. You can say I gave you 
the note from dad first period tomorrow, but you misplaced it. Easy 
eh?"

"But I don't know where you live Francis, how will I get there? What if 
someone sees us there?", I asked as he pulled up his pants and, with 
great difficulty, covered his still elongated shiny cock. I realised by 
asking those questions I had made my decision. Or more correctly my 
pussy had decided for me. How I wanted that cock buried deep inside me! 
Ooooooohhhhhhh eeerrrrrr! 

"There's an elevator from the car park. We don't even have to go 
through the lobby", he explained matter of factly, "and if I happened 
to be waiting at the gate for a bus or taxi and you drove past, who 
would be worried or even notice if they saw you offer me a lift?" 

Well planned big dick, I thought as we hugged tenderly, I can't wait to 
get that rod back in me and pumping sperm, though I'm not so sure about 
the great fucking thing up my asshole. All its ever had is little 
wrigglers compared to this monster. I shivered in anticipation of a day 
of beautiful fucking. I'll fuck him to a stop, smart prick!

"Don't be too long sexy ass", he said as he unlatched the door, "My 
cock is just bursting to slide between your pussy lips and fill your 
cunt. C'mon, don't waste time!"

When he left I used a few tissues to wipe my thighs and quickly slid in 
a tampon from my bag to stem the seepage of sperm down my legs. Then I 
wiped my chair where his jism had leaked back down his dick while I 
sucked him off, tidied my desk, put my blue pullover back on and went 
to tell the deputy I had to go home urgently.


Part IV - Karen's Cunt Crumbles

After seeing the deputy I walked to the carpark slowly, wondering how I 
had managed to agree so easily with Francis to go to his place - what 
would it be like?. But a tingle in my crotch when I remembered him 
saying he wanted to fuck me all day reminded me who was in control here 
- my trusty cunt, of course, with its now insatiable desire for 
Francis' long thick meaty pole poked right inside. My asshole flexed 
and winked in anticipation when I recalled his desire to fill it also 
with his pearly white sperm. I trembled with a sort of erotic 
apprehension, wondering if such a big donger would fit painlessly into 
my ass, and what would a bucket load of his cum feel like in there???

It was a nice sunny day and warm in the carpark. Inside the car was hot 
from being closed in the sun. I took off my jumper before I got in and 
tossed it onto the back seat with my bag. My pussy lips slipped over 
each other with a sensuous tingle as I had to lift my legs high to get 
them into the car after I sat onto the seat. The tender tingle of my 
clitty reminded me of the job in hand, well, not actually 'in hand' 
yet, but soon to be. It would be fun fucking this young stallion to a 
stop. I shuddered in delicious anticipation. Here I was, a grown woman, 
excited at the prospect of picking up a boy and going to his place for 
our own private orgy of sexual excess. A quick involuntary flexing of 
my vaginal muscles returned my brain to thinking cunt and cock, 
immediately banishing all the analytical bullshit from my conscious.

As soon as I turned out of the school gate I saw Francis sitting alone 
in the bus shelter with his legs crossed. I pulled into the lay-by and 
pressed the window button for down. There was no one else around so I 
decided to act out a little fantasy.

"I'm lost", I said out the window, "do you know your way around here?"

"Yes ma'am", Francis answered, somehow realising what was going down 
here, "Yes ma'am, I know quite a bit of the area. Where do you want to 
go?"

"I'm looking for a man who has a big water bed and a big prick too. Do 
you know any of those around here?"

"Yes ma'am, sure do ma'am"

"Could you hop in and show me where to go? I might get lost if you just 
tell me"

"Well ma'am, my daddy warned me about women who pick up boys from bus 
stops. So I've got a few questions first. I wouldn't want to get in a 
car with the wrong sort of person, you understand ma'am?"

"Yes, certainly sir, we couldn't have that at all. No, not at all!"

"You gotta answer true lady, okay? Or I just wait for the bus and you 
miss out on your bed"

"Fire away sir, I'll answer"

"Proper answers now", he said, still sitting as the traffic whistled 
past on the main road beside us, "Lift up your shirt and show us ya 
tits lady. If ya got a bra on and I can't see 'em ya fail right off"

I couldn't believe I did it! But my back was to the traffic when I'd 
turned to talk to him, and the cars were going past pretty quick 
anyway. The thought of the 'naughtiness' of what I was doing made my 
long nipples stand out and point at Francis. I giggled, remembering his 
quip about it being rude to point, and they pointed harder.

"OOOOHHH, yes, they look nice ma'am", he drawled, "put 'em away before 
my eyes pop out"

I looked down at my firm globes with the prominent pointing nipples as 
I slipped the top over and down. I was just about to speak when Francis 
called out from the seat again. 

"Would ya know what ta do with this?", he asked loudly, uncrossing his 
legs so his fat cock stood proudly erect. And as he stroked it lovingly 
with his hand he added, "would ya lady??"

My heart skipped a few beats when the prick of my dreams leapt into 
view. My breast heaved and my pussy and arse muscles pulled deliciously 
tight.

"I could think of a few things sir", I answered truthfully, "but I 
can't see it all that well from so far away", I lied.

To my surprise Francis unashamedly stood up from the seat, walked over 
to the car with his meat swinging sensuously in front of him.

"Wachya reckon sexy tits?", he said, leaning on the roof of the car 
with his magic pole sticking in through the window, jerking in response 
to some obviously delightful thoughts dancing in his mind.

My unequivocal answer was to lean over and cover the marvelous knob 
with my drooling mouth and immediately poke my tongue into the slotted 
eye with a definite fucking motion.

After a few seconds of this he pulled his hips back, removing his 
donger from my mouth and shoved his smiling face in the window, almost 
nose to nose with me.

"The other thing cock sucking lady, is that if I get in here with you, 
I'll take you to my place and fuck myself stupid cumming deep inside 
you"

"Francis, just get in and we can go and do it, instead of only talking 
about it here, in front of the school", I said, so horny I almost would 
have fucked him on the spot if we waited much longer to get going.

"You gotta promise to keep your hands on the wheel, you over sexed 
woman. We wouldn't wanna have a crash would we. 'Teacher with no 
underwear and student with his cock out pulled from wreck' would make 
an interesting headline for the papers wouldn't it?", he said smirking 
and stroking his thick penis, "Promise now. Come on.."

I promised, and pulled out into the traffic, trying not to look too 
much at him tenderly stroking the growing cock in his lap, but 
concentrating on driving the car.

"Do you Know where the Oberoi International is?" he asked then added 
after my nodded yes, "Well go there, then I'll direct you from there"

We moved quickly with the traffic towards the heart of the city, my 
sporty little Nissan easily keeping up with the big gas guzzlers.

"This is nice and pliable", Francis said as his hand suddenly fastened 
onto my right breast and started to massage it.

My first reaction was to reach for his hand and move it away so I could 
drive without swerving all over the place. 

"You promised Lady!", he said loudly, "hands back on the wheel so we 
don't crash. OK?", and he continued to knead my breast through the thin 
material of my tight top.

It did feel nice, I must admit, so I returned my attention to driving 
while enjoying the tingles his gentle hand generated in my nipple and 
boob.

Then he laid his head in my lap. Face down. Breathing deeply through my 
skirt. Breathing deeply, and stroking his cock faster than before with 
his free right hand.

"EEERRRRGGGGGHHH!, the smell of your gorgeous pussy makes my balls 
spin", he said, his voice muffled by speaking through my skirt. My 
pussy was now quivering with his hot breath seeping through onto it.

Francis stopped stroking his penis as he breathed deeper, savouring the 
musky odour of my crotch. Then, like in the studio, the eye of his 
prick started oozing little squirts of his creamy sperm. It wasn't easy 
driving the overpass and trying to watch his happy cock pulsing out its 
slippery jism.

"OOOOH Miss Waye", he crooned as a couple of powerful squirts splashed 
strikingly across the black dash in front of the passenger's seat, "do 
all pussies do this to men? Or is yours just that something special?"

He relaxed his whole body for a few seconds and let two more 
ejaculations pump powerfully from his quivering cock. My breathing was 
getting deeper too. Watching this magnificent cock pumping semen onto 
the windshield from just the smell of my cunt turned me on somthing 
fierce! I wanted its swollen bulkiness shoved right up into my belly. 
Right up into my belly pumping its sperm into my womb. Pumping its 
delicious sperm through my cervix, into my waiting womb. 

The gob of pearly sperm sliding down from the middle of the windscreen 
above Francis' jerking cock held my concentration for a while. Luckily 
my driving was in 'auto-pilot', being taken care of quite adequately by 
my subconscious. 

"Oh Francis", I said, "You flatter me no end when you cum smelling my 
pussy. I need your cock in there Francis. Right up, with your hair 
grinding my clit good and hard"

He lifted his head, looked out of the car to see where we were
and saw the stream of sperm down the glass and the white goops starkly 
contrasted on the black upholstery.

"Sorry about the spunk on the car", he said, still recovering from his 
mini orgasm.

"Don't worry Francis, it'll wipe off alright", I answered, "besides I 
liked watching you enjoy yourself like that. It made my pussy squirm 
like you wouldn't believe. I enjoyed it immensely and can hardly wait 
to get you inside me".

"Do you think anyone outside saw us?", he asked, looking a little 
apprehensive, "could they see in, d'you think?"

"Only maybe from a truck, and there's none around", I answered, "and 
they wouldn't know who we were if they did. Don't worry about it"

I reached over to stroke his hair, but he immediately reminded me about 
my 'hands on the wheel' promise, and I obediently returned them to the 
steering. 

Why the fuck did I so readily obey him? Then his cock pulsed in the 
corner of my eye, and my pussy clenched and reminded me ... I needed 
his meat firmly in my feverishly cock hungry vagina!!

Francis leaned over towards me and fiddled at the waist of my skirt 
till he undid the buttons on the waistband and unzipped the short eight 
or so inch zipper that allowed the waist to open so I could step in.

"AAAHHH, soft white skin", he crooned as he opened the side, saw my 
milky thigh and easily ran his hand into my short and curlies, "and I 
think this is where that sweet ball tearing wonderful smell comes from"

Now, please believe me, I'm not an over sexed middle aged harlot who'll 
fuck anything she can get near!! That's just not me at all. I'm a prim 
and proper thirty five year old, well qualified professional 
mathematics or science teacher. At present the head mathematics teacher 
at Francis' high school. I was married for eight years and was faithful 
to my husband - though he didn't do me the same courtesy, the great 
useless bastard. Prim and proper maybe, but I'm no prude either - most 
parts of my body have had a cock slipping over them or been covered in 
cum at some time or other. In the six years since the divorce I've had 
only two other men, no sorry, three, not counting Francis here. But 
none of them real regular like. On average I suppose I've screwed about 
once every month or two, but in a few bursts. 

Once I went for nearly two years without a cock inside me, and it 
didn't particularly worry me either. I didn't know anyone worth the 
effort - you know what I mean. I was happy working and studying for my 
doctorate. I didn't even masturbate a lot either, though the nice warm 
water from a shower head has always been a bit of a weakness with me. I 
like those detatchable shower heads you can hold in your hand and 
direct at the right places..... What was it about this boy with the big 
donger that brought out the sexually overt side of me? I was really 
enjoying myself fucking him, and thinking about his marvelous cock.....

So it seemed perfectly natural for me to spread my legs as widely as I 
could when his hand started to stroke my short and curlies. My left leg 
I stretched far away, knowing I would not need it in my automatic car.

Francis responded predictably by letting his fingers delve into my 
smoldering pussy. I almost changed lanes when he pressed my clit firmly 
between his thumb and forefinger.

"Just keep driving Miss Waye", Francis said, "Keep your mind on what 
you're doing. It'd be a shame to miss out on this day of fucking, 
wouldn't it?"

"You look after the car and I'll look after this fantastic cunt of 
yours for a while. Its a shame there's no way we can fuck while you 
drive, I'd like that", he said, starting to work in earnest on my 
sloppy slot. 

"You should see some of the stuff on the other tapes that I hadn't seen 
when I made that one for you the other day. I had a good discussion 
with myself about arithmetic just watching us last night", he 
confessed.

"You WHAT?", I asked, "talked about arithmetic?? Why? What a strange 
thing to do!"

"Oh Karen!", Francis said incredulously, "haven't you heard that 
before?"

"Heard what? Francis?"

"Talk about arithmetic, Miss, you know! Surely. A maths debate. A maths 
debate!!"

It clicked! I laughed harder than I'd laughed for years. My eyes 
watered. I could hardly see the road. My breasts bobbed tantalisingly 
inside their tight top as I rocked with laughter. I felt my clit 
screaming at me through the laughter as his wicked tempo drove me 
towards an orgasm.

"Stop Francis! Stop!", I screamed through the convulsions of laughter, 
"Or we really will have a crash. Stop now!"

"Thankyou Francis", I panted as he let me pull his tender fist from my 
valley of delights, "I really would have lost control if you didn't 
stop"

"I think I've had a few talks about arithmetic myself, and didn't even 
know what I was doing" I giggled, thinking about the masturbate he must 
have enjoyed while watching my cunt on his tv screen. For some strange 
reason I wondered if he had a big almost life size screen like mine.

"While you're within reach you beautiful woman I won't even have to 
think about talking maths", Francis said, "I'd really like to just 
slide it in and let it soak for a while"

"Look! We're nearly there. Turn down the side here", he instructed.

"It says 'staff only' Francis", I warned, "What will they say?"

"Nothing my darling Karen, nothing. I have a pass. See", he answered, 
taking a plastic card from his wallet and handing it to me, "Just poke 
it in the hole and the gate will open for us"

While I was considering whether a question or two were in order here, a 
sugary female voice spoke over the intercom next to the card slot.

"Good morning Mr Wellman. Its nice to have you with us today. The 
barrier on your parking space is being lowered."

I looked at Francis with a few more questions racing through my head.

"Its just a recording they made to suck up to dad", he said in answer 
to my unspoken question, "c'mon, get moving or the gate will close 
again"

I drove in, and Francis directed me to an area labelled 'managers 
only'. We drove past some classy cars. Catering Manager, Functions 
Manager, Hotel Manager, West Coast Manager, Promotions & Marketing 
Manager. The space we turned into had 'General Manager, North America & 
Europe'.

"We can't park here Francis", I started to say.

"Its cool Karen", he said confidently, then added "its dad's spot, but 
he's in Canada for a week or two."

"Do up your skirt before you get out. They got some cameras in here and 
they might be on", he said as he zipped his cock back inside his jeans 
and hopped out of the car.

While I refastened my skirt Francis dialled the house phone on the wall 
and spoke."

"Mr Walters? Its me Francis, not dad. A friend gave me a lift home from 
school early. We're going up for a while so the car's in dad's spot. 
See ya later"

The tone of authority in his voice when he spoke to his father's 
employee shed new light on his sometimes commanding tone when he spoke 
to me.

Mr Robert Wellman.... I'd heard of him. Who hadn't? The high profile 
hotel executive who had overseen Oberoi hotels' amazing expansion over 
the last ten years. THE FAMOUS Robert Wellman! Francis' father?

"Is THE Robert Wellman your father?", I asked as he hung up the phone.

"Yes. Quick now, into the elevator before they have time to stickybeak 
at us", he said indicating a security camera on the wall.

He quickly punched in a pass code on the elevator control and we 
stepped straight in when the door opened. Then he used a pass key to 
operate the 'Penthouse 1' button and we started quickly up to the top 
of the building at a great speed.

'There's no camera in here", he said clamping his mouth over one of my 
scantily covered nipples and sucking it quickly erect, but it goes so 
fast we would hardly line up the right parts before we get here"

Just as he finished talking past my nipple the elevator stopped, and 
Francis had to punch in another code before the doors opened into the 
lobby of a sumptuous apartment. I thought mine was luxurious. This was 
something else! It was like the difference between walking into Kmart 
and into Harrods in London - worlds apart!

Francis must have noticed my jaw drop when I looked around the large 
lounge area we walked into from the lobby.

"Not bad eh? Miss Waye? Karen I mean", he said, squeezing my hand, "I 
think you're Karen here for sure. Dad has lots of people to entertain 
so we get this apartment. Actually we live over the other end, but this 
is where we come in and out, and visitors can come here and never 
actually see 'our house'. I'd love to show you around Karen, but I'd 
rather fuck you first" he concluded, panting a little.

He kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of his jeans before pulling 
his shirt and vest off over his head. Was this the shy boy from the 
photographic studio?? He was definitely more sure of himself on his own 
patch, quite naturally, I suppose. My eyes were fixated on the 
wonderful looking projection poking out from his crotch. What a cock! 
And he wanted to fill ME with it. Lucky little me and my slippery 
pussy.

While I dreamed of his meaty cock in me, he went to a control panel on 
the wall, pushed a few buttons and returned to sit on a huge velvety 
covered couch, him and his cock facing me. The lighting dimmed and 
turned a bright blue as I started to speak.

"Didn't your father tell YOU its rude to point either?", I asked, 
nodding at his magnificent penis which was pointing straight at me.

"Well, he did say don't point a loaded gun at someone unless you're 
prepared to use it. And this is loaded and ready to shoot"

I smiled at him and feasted my eyes on his knob, licking my lips as 
suggestively as I knew how. His cock jerked a couple of times, letting 
me know I was having the desired effect on him. All the while my cunt 
was aching to have the whole great thing spreading it wide open and 
plowing in. Shit how I wanted to ride that prick to death!

"Will you strip for me Karen?", Francis pleaded in a tone I could 
hardly refuse, just as that classic strip tune I can never remember the 
name of started to boom from unseen speakers.

"I've never done it before", I answered, "But I'll try for you, you 
wonderful young man. I want that sperm of yours pumping straight into 
my womb, so get nice and hard watching this"

My mind sifted through a series of vague memories till I found the one 
I wanted. The one of a time I'd visited a strip club with a couple of 
other women years ago. The vision of the busty long legged girl's bumps 
and grinds as she tantalised the mainly Japanese tourist audience 
became clear as a bell as I started to sway in time with the music.

The long skirt was the first to go, my red and black stockings 
appearing different now in the blue light. Then, one arm at a time and 
one boob at a time, I slowly removed my clinging top to expose my full 
breasts with their long hard nipples to my big pricked lover sitting on 
the sofa watching. His cock showed its appreciation by waving to me 
while Francis lounged back on his elbows with his legs apart. Oh how I 
could just jump on and ride that glorious shaft!! Inside me, that's 
where it should be, not flapping in the breeze.

Francis must have been thinking along the same lines. When I backed 
near him rolling my slightly parted ass cheeks sensuously in front of 
him he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his lap, sliding his 
wonderful weapon straight into my wet vagina, not stopping till my ass 
flopped against his thighs. Oh shit, did that feel great, sliding in 
fast like that!! More ! More! Francis fuck me more!

Obviously the groan I let out as my vagina stretched around his 
plundering cock let Francis know I was enjoying myself, and he thrust 
his prick deeper into me before he started to fuck at my asshole with 
his thumb. 

The feeling of my cunt stretched around his thick penis and his thumb 
gently opening and exploring my trembling asshole was, to say the 
least, sexually explosive. But just when I was starting to get into an 
orgasmic frame of mind he used both his hands to push me off his cock.

"Turn round and ride me, sexy Karen Waye", he said, moving back onto 
the lounge so he leant against the back of the chair, "I want to watch 
your pretty face smile and your tits wiggle while you cum sitting on my 
cock. Come on, I want to cum in you too, you horny cunt. Hop on here 
and squeeze the sperm out of me with your tight cunt"

I kicked off my shoes and wasted no time mounting my prize. I squatted 
over his mighty donger and settled the meaty head in the entrance to my 
vagina. Then, very slowly, I lowered myself down the thick shaft, 
enjoying the ecstacy of the spreading, filling sensation of my cunt 
muscles stretching to allow the invading weapon full access to my inner 
reaches. Holy shit! It feels soooo fucking fantastic!!! This prick is 
one in a million, and its all in me!!! Its all mine!!!

Francis leaned forward and pressed my boobs together till my nipples 
were almost touching, then he sucked them both noisily into his eager 
mouth and flicked them wickedly with his tongue. This extra stimulation 
pushed me over the edge and my pelvis gyrated, powerfully swinging the 
captive prick back and forth inside my clenching belly. I felt the 
sweat running down my back and into my ass crack where it mixed with 
the other slippery fluids around my tightly stretched cunt hole. This 
time I was trying to stay aware and consciously feel as much of my 
orgasmic ecstacy as possible.

My clit ground deliriously onto Francis' hairy pubic mound as his cock 
swung about inside. He let go of my tits and pullled my ass cheeks 
tightly apart, increasing the exotic sensation around my whole pussy. 
My head went into a spin as my cunt spasmed magnificently around the 
meaty phallus in a delightful carnal frenzy.

"Oh yes! that's right, you cock mad cunt", Francis panted through my 
blurry conscious, "That look on your face is worth a million dollars 
Karen. Go on, fuck yourself stupid on there. It feels great this end"

"Yes! yes! that's the way!", he yelled as my cunt responded by 
increasing its hold even tighter and my hips gyrated faster, slapping 
his cock and my vagina around inside me more powerfully.

His hands released my ass globes and returned to tantalise my tits and 
nipples. I looked at his face and saw a look of pure ecstacy while I 
pulsed my cunt on his magnificent penis. He was obviously enjoying 
himself too!

"Karen, that's great! Keep it up lover! I like the feel of you cumming 
on my cock. Oh yes! More slippery juice from your hot box. Keep cumming 
you wonderful woman. Shit you're fantastic!!!"

I couldn't speak as the waves of a climax much stronger than I'd ever 
felt before surged through me, taking my breath away. Francis' magic 
flute, his hands on my sensitive nipples and his words of encouragement 
all combined with my own sensual desires to give me the orgasm of a 
life time. I luxuriated in the crashing waves of carnal delight that 
convulsed my body and electrified my mind. 

Francis later told me I made some pretty amazing noises while I 
pulsated on his overjoyed cock, and even invited him to do a few quite 
impossible things to me with his magnificent meaty pole. 

"The nearest I'll be able to get to your brain is in your mouth, and I 
like that anyway. You suck me nice Karen. Your ears are a bit small, 
but I suppose I could shoot a bit of semen in there for you, if you 
really want"

I remember most of that glorious orgasm. I can almost cum with no other 
stimulation but letting myself drift off into the memory of that fuck. 
IT WAS FANTASTIC!!!! 

My long hair was wet with sweat when I eventually fucked myself to a 
stop, panting and shagged out, still sitting impaled on Francis' ever 
hard prick. I looked down at his grinning face.

"You fuck like something else Miss", he said winking, "we should have 
tried this before. I just know I'm gonna like this sex caper. It feels 
real good. And shit, its a turn on watching you have so much fun making 
me feel good by grinding on my cock. Thanks"

Then he pulled me down onto his chest and kissed me a kiss of such 
passion I was astounded. His tongue darted sensuously around in my 
mouth and his cock started to tremble in my pussy. As fucked as I was, 
I started to feel tingles of desire shooting little sparks through me.

"Now I want to fuck right up between those sexy stockings", he groaned, 
turning over so I was now on the bottom, "and blow my brains right out 
my balls"

He pulled his jerking cock out while we moved into the position he 
wanted - with my knees pressed onto my shoulders, presenting him with 
an unmissable target for his passionate pounding. Then he moved up to 
my open slot and slammed his meat hard home in one violent shove, 
grinding my clit mercilessly with his pubic bone. It felt fucking 
beautiful...... fucking bee ute if full!!!

Almost before the ecstacy of that first mighty stroke had time to 
register on my brain he started pumping my compliant cunt with 
amazingly fast and hard full length strokes. My orgasm from minutes 
before resumed its cuntastic ecstacy in me again. Francis started a 
loud animal grunt each time his prick slammed home, pushing my cervix 
higher inside me. Never before had I been fucked with such majestic 
fury, and it felt superbly erotic. Every nerve I posessed tingled with 
sexual delight. And Francis pumped away in his own world of passionate 
carnality.

"Karen's"

"Cunt"

"Caresses"

"my Cock" 

Francis started chanting, one word with each slam of his thighs and 
balls against my orgasming body. The chant fired my already 
uncontrollable desire and I'm sure I squeezed his thick pole even 
harder. The implied flattery in his wonderful praising chant burned an 
unerasable affection for him into my receptive brain. Now, fifteen 
years later, after all that has happened in between, my pussy still 
lubricates when I think of him, - but we'll come(?) to that.

I looked at the impish grin lighting up his face while I squeezed his 
ever lovin' prick with all the force my pelvic muscles could manage. 
This would be an ejaculation he would remember if I had anything to do 
with it, and I ground my palpitating pussy hard against him in reply to 
every wonderful stroke of his youthful hips.

Then, just when I thought I might explode with cuntal delight, Francis 
erupted. He slammed hard into me and pushed for more depth as the sperm 
blasted from his cock into my convulsing cunt. The noise he made must 
have been heard for fucking miles and miles. I wrapped my widespread 
legs around his back and held on tight while his balls pumped gallons 
of semen into my fiery pussy, trying to quench my flaming desire.

"AARRRGGGHHHH! EEEHHHH! It feels soooo good with your cunt squeezing my 
prick like this. You're one special woman Karen, one special woman. Now 
that you've started me, we'll have to do this every day. Lots of times 
every day. We deserve this glorious feeling"

He had stopped thrusting and jerking, but kept his cock pushed in 
tight. I was surprised to realise his rod was still at full extension. 
All the others I had sampled went limp fairly quickly after an orgasm. 
This one was something special. This was a real find, and it was all 
safely inside me!

Francis looked straight at me, and we both smiled, knowing we had just 
experienced an orgasm to remember. His sperm was trickling from my 
pussy and running over my asshole and dripping onto the sofa. 

Slowly and deliberately Francis started to remove his rigid weapon from 
my exhausted cunt, gazing deep into my eyes all the while. It seemed to 
take ages to do, and it felt so nice, his huge knobbly bent phallus 
slowly retreating from my vanquished vagina. I glanced down my belly at 
our crotches and saw his cock, streaked with my juices and his semen, 
edging ever outwards and feeling fantastic as it did.

The glistening head was still very slowly oozing the milky white cream 
of his nuts when it eventually popped out the last inch or so with a 
rush. He put his hands behind my knees and pressed my tiring legs back 
onto my shoulders and began running his cum coated cock along my 
exposed genitals. The sensation was terrific!

"What if it goes back inside nice and slow now?", he crooned, "You turn 
me on so much I think I'm gonna cum again soon"

Quite without warning he pressed the fat head of his cock against my 
puckered asshole and slowly spread my sphincter, with a devilish grin 
on his face.

The thick coating of cum on his cock and around my arse made it real 
easy. Once the head was in the rest slid inside till his short and 
curlies tickled my still partly open vagina. Then he started a slow 
pumping action, pistoning his cock in and out of my dilated asshole. It 
felt quite different from when he was fucking my pussy, and, 
surprisingly, it did not hurt at all, though it was not as well 
lubricated as my cunt which oozes its own fluid from inside.

As he increased the tempo of his strokes it felt quite okay, it was 
sexually stimulating, but I definitely did not orgasm when Francis 
dumped his load of semen in my bowels. It was interesting to watch his 
face and then his stomach and thigh muscles while his balls sprayed 
their contents into the upper reaches of my ass. The warm fluid felt 
sort of funny inside me and I shuddered a delightful spasm, my arse 
muscles trying to crush the pumping invader.

"Squirt some more in Francis", I told him as his penis pumped sperm 
into my ass, "I like watching you smile while you ejaculate, it feels 
nice. That's it! Pump it right into my asshole and shoot some more. I 
like watching you enjoy yourself with that wonderful dick of yours 
pulsing inside me. OOOOOHHHHHH YYY Yes!!!"

After a short while Francis removed his thick rod from my twitching ass 
and lay beside me on the sofa.

"Thankyou Karen, thanks for not stopping me. I really wanted to try 
that, I don't really know why"

I told him it was quite alright, whatever hole he wanted he could use. 
With a prick like that he could name his target. I didn't tell him I 
got more enjoymeny using my vagina or mouth on him, the least I could 
do was to let him fuck my ass if that kept him using the rest too! Not 
that it turned me off or hurt, it didn't feel too bad at all. It just 
felt so much better in my pussy or in my mouth. Maybe I would get to 
like it more after a few times, especially with Francis' big donger!

"It felt nice. But nowhere near as ball tearingly orasmic as your 
fantastic pussy Karen. That pussy of yours is something else, let me 
tell you. I want to fuck you forvever Karen"

We turned face to face and pulled each other close, nestling our bodies 
together. The underside of his wonder cock pulsing slowly against my 
belly felt good, and I grabbed his ass and pressed him hard against me 
while our tongues duelled erotically between our kissing mouths.

"I'm not so sure about my pussy Francis, but that wonderful prick of 
yours is more than I can believe. I've felt feelings with that inside 
me I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams. I'd like you 
fucking me forever too Francis, really I would" 

The practical impossibility of us managing this dream flashed through 
my mind, but I didn't say anything to spoil our special moment. If I 
could think of a way I knew I'd keep him with me always. It would be 
nice to be fifty five, I thought, with a big strong thirty seven or so 
year old Francis pumping me with this mighty penis in its fucking 
prime. The saucy thought made me tremble in erotic glee, and Francis 
held me tighter and smiled while I dreamed my impossible dream.

Francis showed me all around his sumptuous apartment, and the sight 
over the bay from the rooftop garden was superb, though my memory of 
the view may be blurred by the memory of his thick cock pumping into my 
cunt from behind while I leaned on the balcony railing. I can still 
remember the boats in the harbour spinning into the sky when my 
quivering cunt climaxed delightfully around his pulsing pole. 

"Sorry if you weren't ready for a quickie like that Karen", Francis 
panted as the last few squirts of semen pulsed from his astoundingly 
capable cock, "But I just couldn't resist the sight of your georgeous 
pussy lips smiling out at me from under your ass - it made my balls 
spin with delight and I just had to pump the sperm somewhere real 
nice".

The recuperative powers of Francis' prick and balls were amazing to say 
the least. Often he'd ejaculate twice in relatively quick succession 
without his prick even looking like wilting. All the other pricks I've 
been familiar with (so to speak) have pretty well slacked off after 
pumping their spermy squirts. And very few of them have been of any use 
at all in less than an hour or two! But not Francis' - no wilting if 
there is a hint of pussy around, and his balls have never run out of 
that nice thick creamy cum I like soooo much pumping into me.

This ever-ready state of Francis' wonder shaft fascinated me so much I 
did a lot of reading about sexual prowess and performance. It seems his 
unusually big testes are in keeping with his seemingly fantastic 
performances. Throughout the animal kingdom big testes are for those 
males who need to inseminate large numbers of partners, often over 
short periods of time. Also the correspondingly larger penis with its 
'stay-hard' or 'ever-ready' ability complements the requirements of the 
capacity of the extremely big hard balls. It seems I had, by some 
wonderful quirk of fate, stumbled onto a pure bred fucking machine! But 
of course this all came months after our first exhausting weeks of wall 
to wall screwing.

Now, please don't get me wrong, fucking wasn't all I wanted Francis 
for. It sure made one cunt screamer of a start to our relationship, 
that's for sure. But I liked him for himself and his wickedly twisted 
and sexy sense of humour. He was fun to be with, and shit, could he 
fuck? - that donger of his drove me crazy every time I saw it. And 
you'll see as the story unfolds - as well as I can remember in the 
correct sequence of events, that we had some good times together, 
Francis and I. 

Some of the early stuff is so long ago now. Its over fifteen years 
since Francis first fucked me on that sofa at the photo studio, and I 
can still feel the erotic tingles as his wonderful prick slid into my 
pussy for the first time. Maybe time has enhanced the memories, but I 
don't think so. Anyway, on with the story, enough of this silly 
remeniscing!

"That's okay Francis", I answered, turning to hug him to me, his 
throbbing cum covered cock pressed hard against my belly, "I'm glad 
you're enjoying yourself"

I was enjoying myself too! Shit, I hadn't fucked so much in years, and 
what a cock I had to fill me! This boy was something else, and he had a 
rich famous father who he did not 'big-note' himself about at school. 
Most kids with his fortune would have a swelled head, luckily for me 
this one has a swelled prick! And he's prepared to pump me with it. I 
had never realised how great it could feel to let my pussy take control 
of my life, for a while at least. I'd never admitted to myself I 
suppose just how much I'd like sex to play in my daily life. Then, I'd 
never met Francis before or had the opportunity before either. Even if 
we were found out at school and I was laid off, my investments would 
now allow me to keep up my present very comfortable lifestyle without a 
full time job. A lady of independant means, that's me. And Francis had 
been the first male to come to my apartment and not look around 
calculating my worth by my posessions. He has so much money at his 
disposal that 'rich' to me is probably peanuts to him. He definitely 
wasn't after me for the comfortable lifestyle I could provide him, like 
a couple of the others were, that's for sure. He just enjoyed sliding 
his wonderful cock between my welcoming thighs.

"Francis darling", I asked, realising the pressure in my bladder was 
near to bursting, "Where's the toilet" I really do need to piss, and 
soon!"

"Follow me", he giggled, "I'll show you where". 

"Can I watch you piss Karen?", he asked as we went into a bathroom 
almost as big as my whole apartment, "I've often wondered how girls do 
it without a cock. Please let me watch, I want to know all about you, 
you wonderful woman"

"Oh Francis", I started to complain, turning a bright red all over, "I 
don't think so"

"I want to love everything about you Karen, I just want watch you 
piddle. You've let me suck you and fuck you, how can we be embarrassed 
together?"

I saw the logic of his words and was bursting to go, so I didn't have a 
lot of time to discuss it with him.

"But what do you expect to see while I sit and piss in the bowl", I 
said, heading for the seat to let the flood go, "and I can't wait just 
now to talk about it or I'll flood your floor"

"Well, sit back a bit so I can see better", he ordered as I squatted 
onto the seat facing him and let the flood start, "Yes, see that's not 
bad", he added stroking his cock tenderly as it started to stir from 
its slack dangle between his slender young thighs.

"You sure look like you needed that Karen", he grinned as his cock grew 
at the sight of my squatted pissing crotch, "it looks kinda sexy. See", 
he added indicating his swelling member.

"Let me watch you now", I said as my flood slowed to a dribble, "I want 
to see how far a cock like that can shoot"

"Well, let's have nice warm shower together, Id like to soap you all 
over", he suggested, saving me from deciding if I should wipe in front 
of him, "But if its a distance competition we're into I can't use the 
bowl. I'll start here and piss into the tub, its a bigger target"

He easily pissed the eight feet to the tub, walking closer as the 
stream slowed so none ended up on the floor.

"Don't look so surprised", Francis said, "we used to have pissing 
competitions at junior school in California. I got real good at not 
hitting the floor. I had to learn something there, didn't I?"

"Let's use the hot spa instead of the shower stall", he said, "we can 
both sit in there and relax for a while"

Francis added some bubble mixture to the already warm water in the tub 
and turned on the pumps. We hopped in gingerly, Francis slowly letting 
his balls and prick get used to the hot water before he sunk down onto 
the seat beside me.

The feeling of the hot bubbly water was relaxing and sensuous. Only 
twice before, at expensive resorts, I'd been in a spa, and then with 
other women only. This was much nicer, I was thinking, when Francis 
moved in front of me and started to rub my neck and shoulders gently in 
the warm water.

He traced his fingertips over every part of my body, all the time 
gazing affectionately into my eyes. He touched each little fold and 
nook with extreme tenderness, lingering only slightly longer on my 
nipples and on my pussy and asshole. The feeling was unbelievably 
erotic, even when he was touching my ears, or my fingers, or my knees 
and feet. It took him over fifteen minutes before finishing at my toes, 
and I was so turned on I could hardly believe it, after already having 
fucked at least six times already that day

Francis was obviously aware of the effect of his fingers on me. He took 
my right foot out of the water, and maintaining his gaze into my eyes, 
he sucked my two biggest toes into his mouth and stared to fuck his 
tongue into the mini crotch between them. I could hardly believe it, 
but within seconds a warm relaxing orgasm surged through me, and I gave 
myself up to its magic ecstacy and floated in the warm water with 
Francis tongue fucking my toes and the foamy bubbles dancing around me 
while I moaned with delight.

Then, as I came gently down from the surprising high of his gentle 
caresses, thinking how much I could love this boy, he pulled my face to 
his, and before kissing me passionately he spoke.

"I think I love you Karen", were his simlply spoken words as he hugged 
me close and our tongues duelled erotically in our mouths.

His words were enough to rekindle the orgasm I had just completed and I 
literally throbbed in his arms in utter joy.

"I know I love you", I whispered from within my joyful orgasmic 
delight, "fuck me Francis, fuck me darling, my body is yours to use 
forever"

I suppose 'forever' is a long time, but when I said it I really meant 
every word of it, and had no way of knowing how things would finally 
turn out.

But the fuck we had then in the bubbly water was glorious. When Francis 
was standing, the water came up to his nipples, and it came to just 
below mine. I could feel his pulsing cock against my belly when I asked 
him to fuck me, and it surged harder at my words of encouragement. Then 
Francis grabbed my ass in both hands and lifted me, thrusting his 
rampant penis towards my gaping cunt. I realised what he wanted and 
spread my eager legs wide, and wrapped them around his back as his 
wonderful long thick shaft slid sensuously into my hungry cunt. He 
never would have supported my weight, which is more than his, without 
the help of the water, but the end result was a fuck 
I'll remember for a lifetime. 

The absolute carnality of feeling his giant phallus invading my hot 
channel and pumping in his slimy semen to fill every little nook of my 
vagina took me on a head spinning cuntal climax. My breasts slapping 
around in the warm foamy water felt exquisitely tantalising as the 
stiff nipples rubbed against Francis' body. When we finally started to 
calm down a bit, Francis sat onto the bench and left me deliciously 
impaled on his superb spike.

"You won't slip off easy just now", he joked as he lay back against the 
edge of the tub.

"I'm gonna like fucking you forever Karen", he smiled, "and forever is 
a long time", he added, stroking my nipples as he spoke, "and a lot of 
fucking darling, a lot of fucking!"

I smiled at him and squeezed his cock tight inside my pussy while my 
mind raced, looking for an appropriate answer.

"I suppose we'll fuck even more than now when I really get the hang of 
it", he said in a matter of fact way, "What do you think lover?"

All I could think was how could we possibly fuck any more in one day 
than we already had done??

"That would be very exhausting Francis", I countered, "very exhausting"

And I wondered how I would be able to keep up this fucking pace and not 
lose him to some other younger raver. A fairly simple plot formed in my 
brain, and the salacious thoughts caused another prick squashing 
squeeze from my pussy muscles.

"Still at it?", he quizzed as he lifted me off his lap and got out of 
the tub, all dripping and shiny and beautiful looking with his cock 
still almost fully extended.

He reached out for my hand and helped me out too, then he led me 
through another door to the outside of the building and beside a 
sparkling blue watered swimming pool.

"Better get in and cool off", he instructed, "or we'll sweat like pigs 
all night after so long in the hot tub"

He could see I was hesitant to get into cool water while I was so nice 
and warm, so the cheeky bugger pushed me in and then dived in after me, 
managing to finish face up under my crotch. The water felt freezing for 
a few seconds, then as I cooled off it started to feel okay, especially 
after Francis' tongueing of my cum oozing pussy.


Part V - Lovely Lorraine's Lusty Love Bucket Stretched to the Limit

I arranged for Lorraine Williams to visit Francis in the studio on 
Saturday afternoon for a photo session. She was predictably easy to 
convince, especially after I gave her thinly veiled hints about the 
size of his 'equipment' and told her he was really a nice boy. 

Just to be sure she knew what to wear for the session I showed her a 
few of the more 'decent' photos he had taken of me that night before he 
fucked me to heaven and back. Lorraine looked deep into my eyes for a 
clue, but found none, then smiled a knowing smile as she handed the 
photos back.

"You sure look good in a short skirt and a blouse Karen", Lorraine 
grinned, "I never imagined you as the sexy 'come and get me' type. Just 
goes to show you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, like you said 
with Francis"

"Yes. And remember to come over to my place Saturday evening for supper 
and tell me all about what Francis is like. I'll show you more of the 
photos too if you're interested", I said squeezing her hand gently as 
she turned and walked out of my office, her sexy arse gyrating as she 
glided out the door. Surely a body like hers would stiffen Francis' 
pole - I was wet just thinking about the two young bodies fucking each 
other crazy.

I was hoping like mad that this would work. My arrangement with Francis 
was simple. The over sexed little prick (did I say 'little'?) was 
likely to fuck me to death if he kept up at the rate he started, and he 
was saying he would need more as he got used to it! So we agreed for me 
to introduce Lorraine into our arrangement.

Francis was unsure at first about trying to screw the most popular girl 
in school. He was certain she would not be interested in him at all. I 
assured him that with a cock the size of his any woman would be more 
than interested. He even agreed to let me watch from the video control 
room at the studio when I promised to fuck him till his balls spun 
after Lorraine left. I also learned how to switch the various cameras 
to a 'master' tape while they all still recorded onto a tape each 
automatically, as they did while I seduced Francis that first glorious 
night. The memory still makes my pussy twitch just remembering the 
wonderful feeling of his thick meaty rod parting my pussy lips and 
penetrating my slippery vagina. I never really realised fucking was so 
delightful and marvellous till Francis and his wonder cock came along.

Now I was even willing to share him with Lorraine as long as it meant I 
could still have him too. And I knew from experience he would have no 
trouble keeping both our pussies satisfied and still maybe want a 
little bit more.

On Saturday morning I almost fucked myself stupid on Francis' rampant 
rod just imagining how horny I'd be fucking him after watching him and 
Lorraine on six monitors while they had their 'fuckographic' session 
that afternoon.

"Try and be as shy as you were when you first had me here Francis", I 
told him, "She won't be able to resist that, not that a sexy young girl 
like her is even likely to try. Once she sees your pecker and feels it 
stretching her vagina she'll be yours. Trust one who knows Francis"


"And remember", I added, "I'll be watching and getting wet and horny 
raedy to screw you as soon as she leaves for home", and I squeezed his 
thickening dick as I spoke.

"I'll shove it in so deep, you horny teacher", Francis whispered in my 
ear, "and pump in so much sperm, you'll cum for ages and ages"

"I love you Karen, please just hold me tight", he murmured, and his 
body melted against mine as I hugged him to me.

"I love you too Francis, but just one of me will never be enough for 
that monster of yours"

A shudder of ecstatic maternal protectiveness pulsed through me as I 
held the owner of the cock of my dreams, and I could feel my pussy 
screaming to be filled.

"I'd fuck you now, but we really haven't got time before Lorraine 
arrives", I moaned in frustration, "But, shit I'll ride you later!"

So, just in case Lorraine was early, I went out to the control booth 
and shut the door behind me. The view I had of the studio was 
astounding, even without all the big lights on yet. It truly was a 
better view than I could have had if I stood in there and watched the 
proceedings. And I had sound too. I could hear Francis' footsteps as he 
walked around adjusting this and that while he waited. Occasionally the 
smart arse would look at a camera and wink at me. Just before she 
arrived he opened his knees wide and showed me the outline of his 
partly aroused prick through his jeans.

"I can't stop thinking about your georgeous pussy Karen", he said 
looking straight at me through the camera, "I hope its wet and ready 
for me. I'll hardly be able to walk when she gets here at this rate", 
and he stroked his now very swollen prick through the material of his 
jeans.

"I know", he added,"I'll go for a leak, that always deflates it"

While he was pissing the door chimes rang out loud and clear. The 
darling walked out with his slack cock out of his jeans. He stuffed it 
back in and zipped his fly for me in the camera, then continued out 
front to open the door for Lorraine.

I didn't hear all they said out front, but as they entered the studio 
the voices became crystal clear in my control booth.

"This really is a proper studio", Lorraine was saying, sounding a 
little surprised, "It's all very nice"

Lorraine was wearing a tight white long sleeved top that accentuated 
every curve of her pert young body. Her firm breasts poked defiantly 
out from her chest and the faint outline of a red or pink bra was just 
noticeable on the monitors. Her arse was covered by a pair of light 
blue short shorts that highlighted her firm arse and flat tummy. Long 
white sox and joggers completed her outfit. 

"I brought my cheerleader's gear in case you want some photos of me in 
that too", Lorraine said as she tossed a large cloth shoulder bag 
beside the sofa Francis had first fucked me on. I was getting slippery 
and twitching from remembering that first night. All through the small 
talk Francis and Lorraine were engaged in I massaged my voluptuous 
breasts, one with each hand. Shit I felt like Francis' great prong 
between my legs, and here I was playing with myself out back while 
these two young horny bastards were getting around to fucking each 
others brains out! That Francis won't know what hit him when my cunt 
milks his balls when Lorraine goes home.

Francis was already taking shots of Lorraine as she moved around 
looking at the studio and chatting with him. Francis' answers were 
short and slightly stuttered, but he was reeling of the photos like 
crazy.

I remembered he stuttered a fair bit that first night with me, but 
hardly had since. Now he was doing it with Lorraine, and he even 
managed to blush when she looked over her shoulder at him admiring her 
pretty arse. The bright photographic lighting left virtually no shadows 
on her at all and Lorraine looked georgeous. I could tell after a while 
that the posing Francis had Lorraine doing was starting to get her 
going - her nipples were pointing hard through the tight top she wore. 
Obviously she liked poses like the one with one foot on the sofa which 
spread her crotch wide open while she had her hands on her hips proudly 
pointing her breasts forward at the insatiable camera.

"Would you like me to go out bbbback while you put on the chchchcheer 
lllleader's ssstuff?", I heard Francis shyly ask.

"No, dont be silly Francis. I've got undies on, and surely you've taken 
photos of lots of girls with less than that on, haven't you?", was 
Lorraine's forthright answer as she peeled the top off to reveal an 
almost non-existant sheer pink bra which stood out in stark contrast to 
her milky white skin.

As she bent to pick up her bag I watched Francis in another monitor as 
he adjusted his now swelling cock to lie down the right leg of his 
jeans. My pussy tingled in anticipation as it always does when I see 
his swelling member and I have to rub my crotch through my panties.

Lorraine threw her skirt and stuff on the sofa and shucked down her 
shorts, displaying a pair of very brief pink panties which made no 
attempt to cover her arse crack, and barely covered half her blonde 
triangle of pubic hair. You couldn't see her pussy lips, but that was 
about all that was not immediately visible. Francis' cock extended and 
thickened in his pants leg, my heart skipped a beat, and my pelvic 
muscles contracted violently as I thought of the swollen prick sliding 
between Lorraine's slippery cunt lips.

Either she didn't know or didn't care, but Francis kept up a constant 
stream of photos as Lorraine bent and as she dressed. I think after a 
while with the camera motor constantly whirring as Francis shoots you 
don't even notice it's going. 

After Lorraine had fastened her skirt and put on, but not fastened her 
top she turned and faced Francis who smiled at her as he kept the 
camera clicking, her white skin and pink bra contrasting nicely with 
the deep blue top. Then she glanced down at his crotch and her eyes 
almost popped out of her head as her jaw dropped. I knew she'd seen his 
swelling member, but boy was she in for a surprise when it fully 
extended!! I don't think Francis saw her reaction properly through his 
viewfinder as he concentrated on her tits.

Lorraine swallowed hard and put one foot up on the sofa again and swung 
her knee to the side allowing Francis a tantalising glimpse of her 
scantily covered pussy.

"Have you got a girl Francis?", Lorraine asked, "A nice boy like you 
must have a girlfriend surely? Who is she?"

"Nnnno, I hhhh haven't", he answered, clicking off a couple of shots of 
her with her foot on the sofa, "YY you all th th think I'm too much of 
a nerd, with my c c cameras and stuff"

"You must have taken lots of photos of girls without much clothes on?", 
Lorraine said.

"Y y y you're the first", he stammered, "A a a and I'm n n not sure you 
should h h have so little on, either. I I I feel real f f funny looking 
at you're l l legs like that"

"Oh Francis", Lorraine countered, "Miss Waye showed me some photos you 
took of her. I thought she said you took lots of photos"

"Sh sh she's real nice, Miss Waye", Francis said, "R r real nice. She 
made me feel f f funny too when she was here. She liked a lot of the 
photos though"

"Just keep moving please Lorraine", he continued, "some of these will 
be the best photos I've ever taken"

For a couple of minutes Lorraine moved around showing lots of thigh and 
crotch. I could hear her breath starting to rasp a bit as she watched 
Francis' cock respond to her antics. Shit was I horny too, watching the 
show they were putting on. What really surprised me was the way Francis 
managed to keep his innocent looking expression while his prick raged 
in his pants leg.

"There's a couple of silk scarves fell behind the sofa off the back", 
Francis said to Lorraine, "will you reach over and grab them, they'd 
look n n nice over your shoulders"

Lorraine obeyed without question, as I had. She couldn't reach properly 
either, and both Francis and I got a wide open unhindered view of her 
creamy crotch. She was obviously wet as her light pink panties showed 
dark and wet where they disappeared into her arse crack. Francis 
recorded three photos of the sight for posterity before she came up 
giggling and panting with the scarves

"I'd like you to take a couple of special photos for me Francis", 
Lorraine crooned with a lustful twinkle in her eye as she glanced again 
at the gigantic swelling in Francis' jeans leg, "what about a couple 
without this top?"

And she tossed her uniform top on the back of the sofa and prodded her 
pert breasts at Francis and his camera, which didn't miss a thing! But 
now Lorraine's nipples were swollen and hard and clearly visible 
through the sheer material of her flimsy bra. Her breasts were still 
young and firm enough to need no support and the rise and fall of her 
glorious globes merely indicated her increasing state of sexual 
excitement.

Francis showed no sign of arousal or interest except for the big bulge 
in his pants leg which became VERY visible when he squatted to change 
the angle of the shots he was taking of Lorraine as she sat seductively 
on the edge of the sofa. I realised poor Lorraine would not be able to 
take much more of this when she groaned and ground her thighs together 
before parting them for the squatting Francis to easily see up to her 
scantily covered pussy. Amazingly Francis still showed no outward sign 
of interest, but kept taking photos. And what beauties some of them 
would be!

"Francis", Lorraine sighed, "I have to ask you this. Is that yours 
there in your pants leg or have you got a book rolled in your pants?"

I could hardly believe my eyes when Francis actually blushed as he 
lovingly stroked the swelling in question.

"I I I'm s s sorry Lorraine", he stammered, "It just happens sometimes 
when I look at good looking ladies. P p p please d don't be angry with 
m me. I j just can't h help it"

"No, no Francis", she soothingly replied, "I'm not at all angry with 
you. I like what I'm seeing"

"Would you let me feel it?", Lorraine asked, half panting as she 
reached over and squeezed the mighty pole for the first time. 

She caught her breath in a loud gasp as she finally felt the bulge and 
realised the shape in the pants was all real cock meat - a pole to 
pound her pussy to ecstacy on. Even after the porn videos she had seen 
this monster surprised her.

"A a are y you s sure this is okay?", Francis asked shyly, "Sh sh 
should you b be doing that??"

"Oh yes Francis darling its just perfect", Lorraine crooned sensuously, 
"you look surprised. When was the last time someone did this for you?"

"No girl has ever d d done th this to m me before" Francis lied, "b but 
it s sure feels g good Lorraine. I feel a l lot like this looking at M 
Miss Waye."

By now Lorraine was squatted in front of Francis with her already short 
drill skirt up high and her knees wide apart, her aching wet cunt as 
open as possible to Francis's view and her nipples almost piercing the 
flimsy bra material.

"Haven't you ever used this on a girl before Francis?", Lorraine asked 
in the sexiest voice she could muster.

"All the girls at school think I'm a prize n nerd", he answered, 
managing to avoid a direct answer, "th they don't even l look at m me"

"Well, they sure as all fuck missed out Francis", she panted, "I'd like 
you to slide that wonderful monster of yours inside me"

"Oh Francis, I'd love you to fuck me", she continued as she indid his 
zipper and belt, trying to let the throbbing monster free and see it in 
all its glory.

"Y y you'll have to sh show me what to d do L Lorraine. I'll try to d 
do it w with you. Are you g gonna take of a all your c clothes and l 
let me s s see your pussy?"

"Yes darling Francis", she said standing as she spoke, "You can see 
everything I've got if you'll fuck that cock meat into me"

I saw Francis starting at last to breathe deeply as he watched Lorraine 
peel off her skirt, her panties and then her bra, before putting one 
foot back on the sofa and opening her slippery shiny pussy to his 
smiling view

"I never thought a girl's pussy would look so pretty as yours", Francis 
said quietly while his camera whirred.

"Stand up Francis", Lorraine said, moving to pull down his jeans and 
boxer shorts as he did.

Her hands and eyes immediately went to the magnificent cock standing 
proudly between his slim thighs, and she gently stroked the pulsing 
shaft, not quite able to believe it was real.

Lorraine sat back onto the sofa, drawing Francis with her by his cock, 
and started to kiss along its wonderful length before sucking the thick 
knob into her mouth with some difficulty. Francis shuddered in delight 
while taking another couple of photos which ended his film. He put the 
camera down on the floor and winked at me through one of the video 
monitors as he pulled Lorraine's tight mouth a little further onto his 
engorged member and surprised both her and me by pumping a huge 
quantity of built up sperm into her unprepared mouth.

The sperm pulsed out the corners of her mouth while Francis held her 
head tightly onto his ejaculating prick and enjoyed the release of 
semen from his almost bursting balls.

Lorraine tried her best to swallow the flood, but most of it ended up 
sliding down her breasts and over her belly button towards her pussy. 
As the flood subsided that cheeky little bugger of a Francis looked 
directly at a camera and silently mouthed 'I want to fuck you'. As if I 
wasn't horny enough already! His words to me while he pumped into 
Lorraine's mouth made my cunt spasm in unbelieveable anguish that his 
cock was not deep inside me.

I stopped switching cameras for the 'master' tape, pulled up my skirt 
and plunged my right hand into my pants. I mercilessly fingered my 
throbbing clit, resulting in a quivering orgasm in less than a minute. 
The dull ache of want in my pussy stayed, but at least it was some 
relief.

When I managed to refocus on the monitors Francis was just stepping 
back from Lorraine after pulling his cock from her mouth.

"I I'm s sorry Lorraine", he said, "I d don't know what happened, b b 
but it s sure feels g great!"

"That's alright Francis", Lorraine countered after a big swallow and 
while she wiped cum from her chin and neck, "It sure was a flood of cum 
you had there, and that's just the biggest and hardest prick ever there 
was!!"

"W will you sh show me your p pussy r real close?" Francis asked as he 
knelt on the floor in front of her and pushed her knees up and apart, 
having a good look anyway before she could reply.

Lorraine did not speak but allowed her legs to spread wide, showing one 
of the sexiest blonde pussies I had ever seen
on screen or in photos. The deep colour of her blood puffed vulva 
contrasted against her milky white skin, and the shine from the 
slippery juices she had secreted accentuated its magnificence.

I saw the absolute wonder on Francis' face, and the satisfied smile on 
Lorraine's when she saw the approving grin spread across his face.

"Like what you see?"

"Oh y y yes", he replied, reaching out and gingerly tracing the outline 
of her wonderful outer cunt lips before letting his thumb brush her 
prominent clit.

Lorraine shuddered in carnal anticipation when he touched her clit, 
letting out a loud sigh of delight. 

"Is that a good spot", he asked, proceeding to gently roll it betwwen 
his thumb and forefinger without waiting for a reply.

The effect on Lorraine was immediate - she started to groan and thrust 
her pussy at his hand. Francis, knowing full well what he was doing, 
flicked her clitoris firmly untill she was almost in a frenzy of orgasm 
then stopped and stood up in front of her.

Then he turned her over and lifted her arse till she was kneeling 
before him with her cock hungry pussy slippery, spread and ready for 
fucking, and just at the right height for him to pump into.

He grabbed his cock in two hands and nudged it against the opening to 
her vaginal cavity. Lorraine reached back between her legs with one 
hand and pressed it further into her quivering cunt.

"Oh yes pleeeaase Francis", she pleaded in wanton desire, "Shove your 
fuck meat all the way in and screw me deep!!!"

Francis gently nudged in first the thick head of his cock, and then, by 
slowly commencing a fucking motion of his hips, he firmly fucked the 
rest of his monstrous penis into Lorraine's tight but expanding cunt. 

Lorraine groaned with pleasure and shuddered all over as the thick rod 
impaled itself deeper and deeper into her previously unplumbed depths. 
The feel of her pussy stretching to accommodate the giant invader was 
excruciatingly sexciting. 

Once Francis' thighs eventually slapped against her arse cheeks he 
started to fuck in earnest, using fast full length strokes, and 
grunting each time his throbbing knob pressed Lorraine's cervix that 
few inches higher into her belly. My vagina and gut contorted in a 
spasm of carnality, knowing full well what she was experiencing as his 
wonderful shaft pumped in and out of her lucky cunt.

Lorraine herself was grunting an animal groan too each time 
Francis'cock hit the end of its instroke and her whole body was 
trembling and a lather of shiny sweat. Francis took one hand from 
Lorraine's hip and pointed to her bucking back, mouthing only the word 
'you' and licking his lips for the camera. It was all I could do to 
stop myself from racing out and joining in so my pussy could be filled 
to capacity too, so I continued to work a couple of fingers into my 
penis denied vagina while pressing deliciously onto my clit with the 
heel of my thumb. All this time I had to watch 'my' magnificent fucking 
cock, the one 'I' found, the delight of 'my' life, pumping itself 
erotically into a beautiful blonde young pussy which was thrusting 
itself powerfully back in its effort to swallow the whole huge shaft.

"Oh Francis, yes yes, that's it", Lorraine suddenly yelled in a husky 
voice, "Oh fuck me hard like that. Fuck its great. Oh yes that 
stretches my cunt like never before. Shit yes! Fuck me forever. 
OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAARRRGGHHHH!"

Her voice trailed off into a babble of grunts and groans as her 
writhing body climaxed with amazing ferocity, held fast on Francis' 
swollen fuck stick. Francis kept humping into the powerfully 
contracting cunt with short jabs now, smiling happily at the wriggling 
body whose cunt was squeezing his pummelling penis. As Lorraine started 
to quiet down Francis still moved his weapon inside her gently, and 
softly massaged her back while she regained a bit of reality after her 
sublime orgasm.

"Francis", she gasped, "That was the most wonderful fuck of my whole 
life. Did I say half of what I thought I was shouting?"

"W well you did talk kinda dirty for a while", he said "then you just 
sorta grunted while your pussy tried to squash my cock. That felt real 
great. It still feels great sliding inside your nice warm pussy"

"Yes Francis, it fells mighty nice to me too", she said wriggling her 
sexy arse back against his cock to emphasise her point, "noone else 
I've known has been able to fuck like that straight after cumming, they 
all go floppy nearly straight away. You're great Francis"

Slowly Lorraine slid fully forwards off the still hard weapon and 
turned around to sit on the sofa facing Francis with her knees parted 
and her pussy fully open to his interested gaze. Francis moved closer 
and started to massage her clearly visible clit. 

"You're cock's still so hard Francis", she said reaching out and gently 
stroking the hard shaft, her hand sliding easily over her slippery cunt 
juices.

Francis noticed her favourable reaction to his clitoral stimulation, 
indicating she was not very far from another orgasm if he continued the 
pressure.

"I want to watch your face while I shoot my sperm inside you Lorraine", 
he said as he pushed her onto her back and pressed his body on top of 
hers, pushing the head of his prick against her yielding pussy folds.

Francis had turned Lorraine so that when he lifted his body a camera 
had a perfect view of his penis as it slid ever onwards into her 
welcoming cunt. Lorraine reached out and with her hands behind her 
knees pulled her legs back to give Francis' meaty dick the best 
possible access.

"I wouldn't have ever dreamed such a huge cock really existed", 
Lorraine croaked in a raspy voice, "and I still can't believe it all 
fits inside me and feels sooo great"

She squeeled a little squeek of delight as Francis crushed her clit 
with his short and curlies, then lifted her head and watched down her 
belly in fascination as the great pole surged in and out of her 
ecstatic pussy.

"Oh Francis, I wish this would never stop. I want your cock in me 
forever", Lorraine panted, her words punctuated by little jerks each 
time Francis slammed his cock hard home.

Then she started to shake her head from sise to side and moan as a 
mighty climax, more powerful than the previous one, took control of her 
cock hungry body. At almost the same time as he watched her writhing 
body pivoting on his throbbing dick, Francis' surging balls started 
pumping their flood of sperm deep into the upper reaches of Lorraine's 
tubes. Through her carnal joy Lorraine could tell Francis was cumming 
too and she made the conscious effort of squeezing his wonderful sperm 
pumping pole harder still in an effort to milk as much semen from his 
balls as possible.

It was so frustrating watching Francis' arse cheeks tense and his balls 
lift with each mighty pulse of sperm she got inside her, that my poor 
pussy literally ached with need for his cock inside me. I was also 
hoping he would not be so taken by her youth and obvious beauty and 
agility that he would no longer really desire me. Had I made a big 
mistake? Would Lorraine keep quiet about me fucking Francis? Would she 
decide she wanted him for herself only?

And most important of all - would Francis have the wherewithall to fuck 
me good and hard when Lorraine went home? On this last question I was 
sure I was on safe ground expecting his rigid prick to part my pussy 
flaps and force its way into my cunt to put out this raging fire in my 
belly and clit. Shit I hope she fucks off soon - I'll pass out if I 
don't get that fire hose inside me soon!

After what seemed like an eternity the two young fuckers slowly 
returned to the conscious world, both sweating profusely and breathing 
hard and fast, Francis still gently gyrating his penis inside 
Lorraine's vagina and maintaining the pressure on her now exhausted 
clit.

"You're georgeous Francis", she panted, "Now that's what I'd really 
call a fuck. I thought I'd been fucked before, but shit, are you 
something else, you and that fat cock!!"

Francis flashed a wicked grin and raised his eyebrows toward the camera 
straight in front of him, then started to pump his sperm covered shaft 
fully in and fully out of Lorraine's shuddering body with fast full 
length strokes. Before she knew what happened Lorraine lost control to 
another shattering orgasm which left her utterly exhausted and panting 
in esctacy on the end of Francis' all conquering weapon. All she could 
do was look in awe at the mighty rod as Francis pulled it out, still 
hard as rock, and let a few little drips of semen mix on her stomach 
with the semi-dried remains of what he pumped into her mouth earlier. 
She tried to talk but couldn't, after-shocks of her multi orgasmic 
experience rippling through her nubile body rendering Lorraine 
absolutely unaware of anything but her crumbled cunt and Francis' meaty 
appendage.

"Suck it for me", Francis said, and, as if in a trance Lorraine opened 
her mouth to take the sausage immediately when Francis moved to 
straddle her with his cock reaching towards her mouth from between her 
heaving breasts. 

When I looked in the monitor from the camera at the other end of the 
sofa it was my turn to watch in awe! Lorraine's legs were wide apart 
and the sight of her pussy gaping open where Francis's penis had just 
pulled out made me gasp loudly and my pussy contract in delightful 
anticipation. What an erotic sight!! I made a mental note to look at 
the extra tapes of Francis and me fucking to see if there was one 
showing my pussy as such a gaping chasm. Fuck I needed that meat inside 
me!

"Oh shit!", Francis called out suddenly, shattering the calm sensuality 
of the moment.

"You'll have to go now Lorraine", he said climbing off her with his 
stiff cock waving in the air.

"W w what's wrong Francis?", poor Lorraine said, still half 
orgasmically dazed.

"Quick! get dressed and go. My uncle will be back at six and I have to 
clean up before he gets here, and its already quarter of bloody six 
now"

Lorraine had real trouble getting her legs into her shorts her pussy 
was so pounded by the fucking she had just experienced. It was all she 
could do to stand and when she walked she waddled with her knees apart. 
In her trance she pulled on her top without any bra and stuffed all the 
other clothes into her grab bag before throwing her arms around Francis 
and hugging his naked body close to her.

"C c can we go somewhere tonight?", Francis pleaded, "I really liked 
that. We could do it some more if you liked it too. Pleeaasse?"

"I'm sorry Francis", she said, sounding genuine, "I'd love to but I 
promised to go somewhere else"

"You can just say so if y you d don't want to s see me again", Francis 
droned in mock misery

"But Francis, I promised Miss Waye I'd go over for supper at her place 
tonight. I just have to go."

"Fuck Miss Waye!", Francis said with fervour, "FUCK HER!!"

Lorraine looked thoughtfully at him, then lay her head on his shoulder.

"That might just be a possibility, with a cock like yours", she mused, 
"She really has a nice body - you took some photos of her, so you know 
that"

"W what?", Francis replied, "M me f fuck a t teacher? I hardly know 
what to do yet. That c could be b big trouble. I'd like to do some more 
with you. I can't describe how nice it felt when I came inside you. 
Your pussy feels real good on my cock. Please say I can do it again 
tonight, please?"

"I'll try and call you after I've seen Miss Waye, okay?", she promised.

"Well you better be going now before my uncle gets here and kills us 
both. Pleeease call me Lorraine, I like hoding you tight and all that, 
and I think I'm really gonna like this screwing stuff when I get a bit 
of practice with you"

Lorraine smiled a besotted smile at him and turned and walked slowly to 
the front. She walked very gently, but at least had her knees almost 
together now. There were shiny streaks on the back of her thighs where 
Francis's semen had run, and it sparkled in the light as she walked out 
of camera range.

As soon as I heard the door close I jumped up from my seat and bolted 
out to get my share of Francis' unstoppable cock. We both entered the 
room at the same time, him stark naked with his dancing prick, and me 
fully clothed still and aching for that wonderful fuck stick deep 
inside me.

"You look hot Karen", Francis said smiling a devilish smile, "a bit 
sweaty in the control room was it? Or just you getting horny watching 
the show?"

Even though it was only a short time we'd known each other, I knew I 
didn't have to be coy with Francis, in fact it turned him on more (if 
that was possible!) when I told him exactly what I wanted.

"Fuck me Francis", I asked, "Fuck deep into me and pump me full of 
sperm. My cunt is literally aching for your cock", I continued, 
reaching out for his prize penis.

"Tell me what you thought first", he said, dancing out of my reach, 
"Did you like seeing my prick cum in her mouth? And then fuck her tight 
pussy almost right off?"

"All I could think of was how it should be me", I answered truthfully, 
"my pussy is soaked with juice ready for your cock to slide inside 
where it belongs. Come over here. I need your cock so much"

"I was thinking about you a lot too, but her pussy feels real nice 
inside. Its not as strong as yours, but shit does she rattle when she 
cums. I liked fucking her Karen, I really did", he said, backing around 
out of my reach like a boxer in the ring, except his bouncing prick 
kept me mesmerised.

"Come here and fuck me Francis or I'll go crazy", I pleaded as he 
grinned again, wagging my much needed cock at me.

"Stand still then. Let me undress you, but you can't move or touch 
me.... promise? Promise? Do you really want my little cock in your 
slippery pussy, just like Lorraine got?? Eh?"

I was almost on fire with need of his throbbing member spreading my 
pussy and pumping me to an urgently needed orgasm. I willingly agreed 
to his little game .... anything to get him inside me. My cunt muscles 
contracted in utter frustration as he walked behind me and all I could 
hear was his breathing.

"Much stronger and bigger arse cheeks than little Lorraine", he crooned 
as he cupped one cheek in each hand, "and oooh what a deep little 
valley there is here too", Francis added as his fingers pressed my 
skirt and panties into the crack of my arse while he kneaded my buns in 
his strong hands.

Then he ran his hands gently higher and under the firmly fitting skivvy 
top I wore. I shuddered in anticipatory delight as his hands ran up my 
sides and cupped my breasts. My hands started to reach back for his 
cock, but I remembered his orders and just clenched my fists.

"We'd better see about a salary raise for you Miss Waye, I'll see the 
head when school goes back", Francis said quietly in my ear.

"Why Francis?", I innocently asked, leaning back against him as his 
cock pressed against my arse.

"Well, poor lady can't even afford a bra", he replied, tweaking a 
nipple with each hand and starting to nibble my ear from over my 
shoulder.

"I want to fuck my prick right into your wonderful cunt Karen Waye", he 
whispered in my ear while I giggled at his sense of humour over my 
braless breasts, "I want to take all your clothes off and fuck myself 
stupid in your valley of delight"

Just about what I had in mind myself I thought, and started to turn 
around to embrace him.

"Don't move, or no cocky in pussy!", he said firmly, and I obeyed 
without question or qualm. "That's better, that's better. But you'd 
better get your legs a bit farther apart", he added prodding my skirt 
deeper between my now parting legs with his wonder pole.

"Seems like the little bugger likes it in there", he said as he let go 
of my breasts and moved away from me.

I was wearing a light knee length skirt which was very full cut, calf 
high boots and a white pair of my usual 'sensible' style of panties, as 
well as the skivvy over my self supporting breasts. Francis said he 
wanted to undress and fuck me, but I still had all my clothes on and a 
still empty, prick needing pussy twitching between my legs. Francis 
grabbed a scatter cushion and sat on it with his back to me, then he 
shuttled himself backwards and tilted his head back between my knees.

"Oooohh, panties today??", he queried, "And with a crotch in them no 
less", he continued as he held behind my knees and sat up straight, 
with his face almost touching my aching vulva.

I could feel his warm breath on my upper thighs and through my panties 
onto my cunt hair and partly open lips.

"What have you been thinking about you wicked woman?", he asked, 
stroking the backs of my thighs with his hands, "Your pants are all wet 
around your pussy and arse crack. It smells like your fuck juice, look 
what it does to my poor cock when your pussy smells like this"

I looked around at his swollen dick and saw it jerking wildly about as 
he spoke, and felt a little tingle of pride in causing that reaction 
just with the smell of my pussy juices.

"Well?, C'mon you wicked Waye woman", he said, letting his nose press 
near my clit as he spoke, "Tell me what you have been thinking about to 
get your pussy so wet and slippery and you've only been in here with me 
two minutes?", he added, suqeezing my arse cheeks tight.

"I've been thinking of your cock sliding into my pussy Francis, I need 
it so much you just can't imagine. Sliding in and out, filling me 
completely"

Francis did not answer or comment, but his tongue snaked under the leg 
of my panties, and I was waiting for him to slide it around towards my 
waiting pussy. Instead he nibbled a bit of the hem into his mouth and 
pulled down till it would go no farther, then he did the same with the 
other leg. The top of the pants was still only just below the top of my 
pubic hair when Francis sucked their crotch into his mouth and groaned, 
jerking his straining prick as he pulled the pants towards my knees. 
Because my thighs were apart for his head to fit between, the pants 
would not go a long way down, but this suited him because he moved his 
head again, and lying it back against the tightly held pants he started 
probing my pussy with his heavenly tongue.

The feeling of his tongue and mouth against my blood puffed pussy parts 
was exquisitely wonderful, and when he sucked my clitoris into his warm 
mouth a wave of orgasm swept over me without warning. But it only 
increased my neeed for his meat spreading my vaginal walls and pumping 
semen into me.

"Oooohhhhh Francis", I wailed in frustration, "I need your cock in 
there! Please fuck me now!"

"I like you when you're hot and horny, teacher", he said around my 
palpitating pussy, "But I've got a special request before I'll be able 
to agree to fill your cunt"

"Anything you ask is yours Francis", I answered, my desire for his hot 
young meaty pole inside me now so all consuming I'd agree to anyhting, 
and worry later if I needed to.

Francis moved out from under my skirt, stood behind me, lifted the 
skirt as he bent me forward and started rubbing his thick cock head 
into my slippery pussy folds.

"I want you to come over tonight and I want to fuck you and Lorraine. I 
want her to watch how you know just how to fuck me good. I want her to 
see how much extra cum I pump into your pussy"

"Yes Francis, fuck us both, just get that prick inside me now, my 
cunt's aching for it", I said, my head swimming with lust and erotic 
imaginings of watching from a few inches as his prick stretches 
Lorraine's slippery pussy as it fills her tight young vagina.

I thrust my arse back toward his cock to push it inside me, but he 
moved away so it only slipped around in the wet crack near my arsehole. 
Well, I thought, that will almost do, I suppose, and tried to push my 
tucker schute over his greasy knob.

"And one more thing", he whispered in my ear as he made a real effort 
to glide his penis into my yielding pussy, "Now I'm gonna flood your 
cunt with cum. That time with Lorraine was just about enough foreplay 
to build up to a fuck we'll both remember. Shit it feels great with my 
prick sliding against your warm moist pussy meat"

Then he groaned and slammed the full length of his mighty cock 
completely into my accommodating vagina in one magnificently powerful 
stroke and pumped quickly away at me, letting his cock head pull right 
out each time before thrusting it back in till his balls slapped onto 
my clit.

I could feel the beginnings of a super climax starting to radiate from 
my pummelled pussy and pushed harder back against the wonderful cock 
between my legs. But Francis, the little smart arse, pulled his prick 
out and moved it back, letting my skirt fall, covering my exposed cunt.

"Oh dear, closing the shop early today, eh?", he mocked as my skirt 
fell and I stood up straight, turning to face him, "And you're pointing 
at me again with those tasty nipples of yours"

I reached out to hold him, but he reminded me I wasn't to touch, lifted 
my top above my breasts and started to sensuously suck my nipples. My 
body heaved, and I moaned, not completely from his sucking, but from 
the utter frustration of being just at the point of orgasm then his 
cock leaving me unfullfilled.

After lifting the skivvy over my head he put my hands behind my head 
and continued to nibble my niples, one of his hands also snaking under 
my skirt and massaging my erect clitoris. But again, just as I would 
have easily cum with a mighty explosion, he stopped his ministrations 
on my sexual parts, stepping back and smiling at me, his cock swinging 
tantalisingly below his belly.

"You've still got way to much clothes on for anyone to fuck you easy", 
he said squatting in front of me and reaching under the hem of my skirt 
and lowering my panties to my ankles for me to step out of. He ran his 
two hands up the inside of my legs and my knees parted as he fondled my 
aching pussy.

"Hey, horny lady", he smirked, "You're so slippery I think I could 
easily pop my head inside for a look around. Are you ready for a fuck 
at last?", he said as he unfastened the waist of my skirt and let it 
fall to the ground.

"Yes Francis, I'm ready for your cock inside me, please stop teasing me 
and just fuck me!"

"Well teacher", he said as he went to the sofa and lay on his back, 
with the prick of my dreams standing proudly erect from his groin, 
"Maybe you could sit here and teach me how much better than that tight 
young blonde one your slippery fucking red haired wonder cunt is"

"You'll know you've had a lesson today thick dick", I replied, quickly 
straddling the monster weapon and greedily swallowing it into my 
receptive cunt.

Francis looked up at me and smiled as I rippled my vaginal muscles all 
over his meat as I ground my body around on it. Some animal instinct of 
devine carnality overtook me and I ground my hips back and forward in a 
frenzy, keeping my clit pressed against his pubic mound the whole time. 
The feelings inside me were sheer delight as I realised my pussy was 
now in full control of my actions, and I gave myself up to the full 
cuntal orgasm sweeping through my ecstatic body.

Every fibre of my being vibrated on the thick meaty invader that was 
stretching my vagina to its limits, and shit did I fucking well enjoy 
it!! Through the mist I was aware of Francis tweaking my nipples while 
I rattled around on top of him in triumph.

"You looked like you enjoyed that", Francis' smiling face greeted me 
with as I returned to the 'real' world after my orgasmic trip, "It sure 
felt great this end you over sexed teacher lady"

"Get horny did you, watching little Lorraine fuck the cock you like?", 
he added with a lecherous leer while jerking his penis inside me, "got 
it all into her pussy too, she did, greedy little tart"

"But she's sure got some to learn before she'll get hers to massage 
around my cock like you do. 'Wonder Cunt of the Ninties' ... is that 
you??"

His grin widened as I squeezed his prick in answer to his obvious 
praise and said, "I think the three of us can make a cozy little group. 
I don't think either of us alone would be able to fuck at the rate you 
do, but between us both, if Lorraine is agreeable, and after today I 
think she will be, between us we'll be able to keep your cock busy 
without bustin' our cunts"

"Would you like that Francis, two hungry cunts after your meat as often 
as possible?"

The only answer I got was to be tipped onto my back, have my knees 
pressed onto my shoulders, and his throbbing penis slammed fully into 
my gaping cunt. H started fucking me with a youthful fervour I was 
still getting used to. Shit did he pound me! Every time he hit home his 
hairy triangle squashed my clit flat against my pubic bone, sending 
shock waves of carnal pleasure through me in rapid succession. His 
thrusting became more urgent as his balls signalled the inevitability 
of a powerful ejaculation, then he held his surging piston deep inside 
me,and with a yelp of delight started to pump sperm into my stretched 
vaginal cavity.

The look of absolute rapture on his face and the constant grinding of 
my clit as his balls spewed their creamy jism into me was more than 
enough to trigger another much needed orgasm to surge through my happy 
body. After a few minutes Francis collapsed onto me, and I held him 
tight and probed his youthful mouth with my snaking tongue while my 
elated cunt milked the last couple of squirts of sperm from his superb 
cock. 

"That was the real thing Karen!", he panted at my face, shuddering and 
flexing his tool inside me as he spoke, "You must have the best cunt in 
the whole world to do that to someone"

"I'm not so sure about that", I replied, swelling with pride at his 
compliment, "But that cock of yours sure is special, and I love it 
inside me"

"I want to fuck you lots Karen", Francis said, "We'll have to figure 
out how we can work it though, so everyone at school doesn't find out, 
and now there's Lorraine too!!"

"Well, as I told you Francis, I would't be able to keep up with you, my 
body just couldn't take it. That's why we're gonna ask Lorraine into 
the 'club'. She's a good girl, and you didn't seem to mind pumping her 
full of your pearly sperm. I know her well enough to know she'll keep a 
secret"

"Ooohhh that feels nice!!", Francis said as he started to pump his 
prick in and out of me again with about four inch strokes, "I like the 
feel of your pussy meat rubbing on the top of my cock. What were you 
saying ?"

"My next question was going to be, how do we work this with Lorraine 
tonight. Will you come over to my place later? Or what?"

"You've got a passcard now. Why not bring her over to my place? I'll be 
alone, and there's much more space, and stuff like the spa and the 
pool. What d'ya think?"


We agreed that I would go with Lorraine to his place, all the while he 
was still gently stroking his cock in and out of me, and I could feel a 
familiar tingle returning to my clit and nipples. I knew I could easily 
cum again without much more effort. Francis, although so young was very 
observant, and noticed my state of arousal.

He buried his giant phallus deep inside me, then took my hands, and put 
one in my crotch, just on my clit, and the other on one of my hard 
nipples.

"Do this one yourself so I can see your face and feel your pussy hold 
me tight while you cum again", he ordered, and I obeyed without 
question, enjoying the feel of my fingers diddling my clit while his 
cock filled my vagina.

The climax was quick in coming, not a very long one either, but, by the 
fuck was it powerful!! And fucking enjoyable!!

"Yes ma'am", Francis said when he saw I was able to listen again, "with 
a pussy like that you could rule the world. Pricks from all over would 
be putty in your grip"

He pulled his ever hard cock from my cave and sat facing me on the 
sofa. I felt a great emptiness between my legs, as well as a stream of 
semen running over my arsehole onto the soft material of the sofa.

"We should do this again some day Miss Waye", Francis said with a 
twinkle in his eyes, "I'm sure I can learn to get it right eventually, 
especially with a cunt like yours to teach me"

I moved forward and kissed the head of his wonderful dick, sucking the 
cum from the slotted eye and around the tip before I sat straight 
again. Francis hugged me tight as he often did and said "thanks". Then 
we decided to clean up before I hurried home to be ready for Lorraine's 
visit. I left Francis to fix all the video gear and check the tapes. 
Francis also developed the films he took of Lorraine before he fucked 
her, then went home to wait for Lorraine and me to visit him later.

(There is more to cum, but I need time to tidy it up ready for 
publication......Won't be long. Kanga)