Sterling Harkins - Teacher's cocky students

I made a sighing noise in my throat in spite of myself, and as be kept up the tongue action I found myself getting nice and wet again.

"Look at him go," Tim said, rolling onto his side and watching us. "Guess he likes the taste of my come, huh 7"

I would have thought that Tim would have been angry with Petey for taking over where he left off right in front of him, but it was more as though he was just a little spiteful.

Then he said, "Don't you, Petey? Don't you? Pull your face out of, her cunt long enough to tell her how my come tastes, will ya? Tell her how it feels to lick my come out of her hole!"

It was more bantering than malicious, making me think the two of them might have been together with a girl before some time or other. His words seemed intended to mock and insult the younger kid, but not to vent any real spleen.

By this time, he was getting so hot I felt his cock rubbing up and down my shins and ankles. He still had all his clothes on, including shoes, shirt and pants-but his fly was open from when he had been playing with himself, and his little prick was red and shiny and hard as a ten-penny nail.

He made no effort at all to answer Tim's badgering comments. He would have had to take his mouth away from my muff to do that, and he showed absolutely no inclination to do so.

I couldn't help telling him how he was making me feel, even though I felt like a dirty whore for speaking such words to a young kid like him.

"That's the way, honey," I whispered to him, "give me a good licking. Umm, Jesus, but that feels good. Tongue it out good for me. Give me a whole cuntful of that hot little tongue, will you… eat me out all the way, suck my snatch ‘til I come… oh, don't stop… don't stop ‘till I get my goodies!"

The kid was beside himself with desire just as I 2$was. His hand fairly flew as he jacked himself off I reached down and covered it with my own.

"Here, sweety," I said. "Let me help you out there. Let me work on that thing for you."

He gladly removed his hand and grabbed a tit, reaching over his head and blindly groping for it without even raising his face from my snatch for a second.

"You horny little devil," I said, "I'll bet you didn't think I knew how to jerk you off, did you?"

His only response was a sucking noise and increased activity inside my wet fuckhole.

"There, you like it like that?" I went on, softly sliding his loose foreskin up over his fat little knob and back again. He was uncircumcised, so he had plenty of smooth, stretchy skin for me to play with.

"Here sweetie, let me get you going."

I let my finger, go a little faster, still careful to give him plenty of pressure without going overboard and squeezing it too hard or too fast.

"Like this, sweetie? Like it when I, do this for you?"

I allowed my fingers to travel a bit farther down each time, so that I was gradually giving his scrotum an affectionate stroke every time I moved my hand.

"And how about this?"

I went still lower and handled his balls lightly, letting him know how good a woman can make a male feel if she takes her time and knows what she's doing.

"You sure do sound like you're getting awfully hot, sweety… are you about to shoot off?"

Again his only answer was a slurp slurp slurp between my slippery-hot pussy lips. I opened my thighs and closed them again, getting a nice, grip on his ears and hugging his cheeks tightly against my damp akin. Now the kid was beginning' to huff and puff some, just like Tim had been ‘doing before he shot off.

"Don't hold it back, let it come. Go ahead and let your little cock shoot off!"

At that instant I felt the hot spray of come fly all over my hand. I've always thought that ‘having a man shoot off on you where you can feel it was one of the most arousing things in the world, and this was no exception. Even though Petey wasn't old enough to shoot off as much as older guys, the heat and thickness of his pure white discharge gave me a marvelous sensation as it covered my hand and splattered onto my, wrist. It was almost as good as when Tim had gotten off his rocks into my cunt, where it's more expected. Petey had hi~ eyes closed when he did it, and was scrunching them shut as though in pain. But I knew it wasn't pain at all, but simply the intense pleasure of coming that made him do it.

I stroked his balls some and patted his little cock as it got smaller, then drew my sticky wet fingers to his nose. The smell of his virile young love juice was so lovely in my nostrils that I wanted him to smell it too. He was still lying still and breathing hard, and didn't even seem to notice my fingers under his nose, so I brought my hand to my own nose and savored the wonderful aroma myself.

Tim, who had been lying beside us rather quietly as he rested, became very interested in what I was doing. At first it had been him who was doing shocking things to me, but now it appeared it was the other way around. He stared with glazed eyes at me smelling the come on my hand.

At first I think he was a little revolted ‘to see rue acting that way; but then I saw the unmistakable glint of passion return to his eyes.

"Jesus, teach," he said excitedly, "you must really be horny to dig doing something like that."

When I quit limiting myself to sniffing what was on my fingers and began licking it off, Tim was beside himself. I knew it made him think how it might be for me to be licking the come off his own cock. Since all I'd let him do was fuck me- and in plain old missionary style at that-I could well imagine bow many new ideas I was planting in his bead.

Petey still had his clothes on, since he had only had his fly unzipped in the first place and had had me jack him off without bothering to take off any more clothes. But Tim was naked as a jaybird beside me, and I could see the end of his tool grow fat and swell farther from his groin with every second. He was getting turned on again fast, no question about it.

I was hot as I could be by this time, considering all the sex play that had been going on with two of them. I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted Tim to do it. After all, he had been resting a while and was fresh for it.

I needed it so bad I was quite willing to talk about it.

"Got some more love for' me?" I asked him.

"You kidding?" he answered. "I've been dying to get my cock back in you ever since you jerked Petey off and then sucked his come off your fingers!"

"Sucking come off my fingers isn't what I want this time, lover boy," I candidly told him. "I want to suck it off the real article for a change-that hard little cock of yours. Any objections?"

"Shit no!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping I could get you to' do that. It was great fucking you, but watching you lick that stuff of Petey's off your fingers makes me want to have your mouth on ‘my dick. Will you really give me a blow job?"

I made a move to sit up and reach for my panties, but the kids stopped me with new and loving attentions. I was amazed at what I had said to these two little fledgling fuckers and at the demanding tone of voice I had used, but it got results. And I was much too heated up to think anything about the morality of my actions.

Tim turned back toward me and' scooted up on the bed until his crotch ~was directly facing my mouth. Although I had initially wanted him to fuck me again while I sucked off his little friend, I now wanted to be fucked by Petey's little prick while I gave Thu a blow job. I was as much in a dither as they were, constantly changing my mind about what I wanted to hive done to me under the influence of their lovely little pricks and their youthful, hard-muscled bodies.

Petey kicked off his pants and underwear and crawled eagerly between my legs. I spread wide for him and felt the tentative probes of his little prick against the damp skin of my inner thighs. He might have fucked girls before, I thought to myself, but maybe the sight and feel of a grown woman's hungry cunt was a little too much for him to handle.