Monique - Schooled for sex

When she started to choke and turned a bright red I made her lie down flush on my body, then rolled us both over so I ended up on top. At once her legs flew up into the air and her pussy opened wide to let my dork drive in so deep that it almost came out of her throat. There was less erotic friction on me now, what with the relaxed muscles and the excess of fluid washing about in her cunt. It sounded a little like butter getting churned. Slurping, exploding air bubbles, digging deep, slamming my bone into her clitoris, biting at her little tits, I was doing everything to leave my mark indelibly on this girl's mind. A bit harder, a bit to the side, that was it, her cries told me I was on the right track. She seemed to be gargling now. Her face was twisted in an expression of ecstasy that approached pain. Her mouth was wide open to take in all the air she could, but it wasn't enough. "Oh Joe! give me a break! Please! Oh Joe! Don't stop, don't stop! Oh Jesus!" Her words came out in bits, as if my long downward thrusts were expelling them from her throat. And I fucked harder just for her, giving it to her from all angles, savaging her, ravishing her, making the best of her while I had her.

My cock, numb from probing pussies on overtime, stopped taking pleasure in the silken massage of Martha's cunt. It remained hard, but even that wasn't necessarily a permanent condition. It was one of those moments of saturation, the kind of lapse for which one had to maintain a reservoir of sexual fantasies and I had run out long ago. Only one thing to do. My hand crept up under her ass and parted her cheeks to grovel down into the split. Her asshole was sensitive to my touch and she jumped a little when my finger first tried to enter. But whether she liked it or not was not my business. It gave me the fillip I needed, that extra surge of lust and passion that took me out of apathy and dumped me squarely on the straight. There was the finish line, hung with banners and vanes. I could feel my balls contracting for a final surge. Martha seemed to sense it. Her cries became more desperate, more searching, she didn't want to be left behind. Neck to neck we galloped along the fence, sweat flew off us, we drooled and snorted, fucking like fiends- not far now, my insides were boiling, the crowd was on its feet and cheering, together we thundered over the line, blowing semen and unleashing a wash of juices, crying and grunting, clawing at each other, and then everything was quiet again.

"Phew!" I said, getting off her and wiping my brow. "That was good. I'm glad we finished in time to see the sun rise."

"God, yes! I can't believe how much you made me cum!" Her eyes sparkled and her tits still heaved with excitement. "Can we do it again soon? Please?" I nodded in agreement but truthfully I knew that it would be awhile before my dick would get hard again!

To avoid her question, I lit up the cigarette, but it tasted like low-grade shit. It was morning, five o'clock to be exact, and my mouth had been sorely tried. When the smoke curled back against my palate, it retaliated by popping little blisters and perverting my taste buds. I ground the cigarette out and lay down on the bed. "Hey, on your way out leave a message with the butler, will you? Tell him to wake me at eight o'clock on the dot."

"Okay." She kissed me on the cheek and darted out of the room, still naked, and trailing sperm. What a sweetheart. Suddenly I felt nostalgic for the days of feudalism, when barons could maintain junior harems without aggravation from the law or parents. But why should I complain about the present? I was buried in twat! Ah, a few days more… and then? At that point I fell asleep.

A maid dragged me out of bed, poured coffee down my throat, and set me on my feet early that day. Still in a daze I collected Maree and Ellie, and drove to the school. The girls napped in the back of the car for most of the way, although Maree did point out to me that her friends wouldn't be happy to see me again. What could girls do to me? Exhaust me, that was about all. I turned the car into the school's driveway and roared up to the main entrance. It was Sunday and no one was to be seen on the grounds. A quick check of my watch showed that it was just after nine in the morning.

I told Maree and Ellie to walk ahead of me to the accommodation block where our rooms were, and to keep quiet. It was eerily quiet inside the building. When I peered into the dormitories all I saw was girls in bed, fast asleep. I locked my travelling companions into my room and knocked on Peggy's door. No answer. Vinnie wasn't there either. I cursed under my breath and started a bed check. Only a few girls woke up when I looked in on their cabins, and they just gave me a blank look. I went through the entire building and finally found them.

Vinnie was naked, sleeping on the floor in the center of a dormitory for the seniors. His cock had shriveled to a blushing anchovy and on his ugly face reposed a beatific smile. Peggy was in the same dormitory, only she was in bed with a slender blonde. I shook my secretary roughly and told her to get out of bed. Peggy merely yawned and turned over to catch a few more winks. But the slender blonde sat up and I discovered that it wasn't a blonde, but the blonde, the one who'd barged in on us so rudely the first night, and the one who seemed to be doing a lot of wheeling and dealing behind the scenes. She had a nightie on, and embroidered on her left tit was the name Linda. That rang a bell… on yes, the girl Maree had talked to over the phone. Linda wasn't happy to see me. Without saying a word she got out of bed, took off her nightie and started to put on her regular clothes. It didn't occur to her to cover her naked body up, and for a moment my professional state of mind was broken up by the sight of her loveliness. She carried herself very well, shoulders back, the spine straight until it curved out suddenly to form her dapper little bottom, and when she turned around I saw how high her tits were, and how firm. She saw me looking at her but it made no difference to her. Her panties went on first, but not before I got a long, lingering look at her almost hairless pussy. It was reddish, no doubt from Peggy's ravishing, and it was almost flush with the rest of her, just a slight rise cleft down the center, quick to part so the pinkness within flashed at me.

But this was no time for pleasure. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked as she began to make her way out of the room. "I want to talk with you, Linda."

"Go fuck yourself," she said crisply and disappeared. At this Peggy rose and grinned up at me.

"A very together little person," commented my secretary.

"A snotnosed little bitch," I corrected her. "Now come on, Peggy, tell me what's been happening here!"

"Oh Joe, if you only knew!" she sighed. She stretched voluptuously and reminded me how beautiful grown women were. "Vinnie and I have been absolute pigs! We've fucked and been fucked, ah, what's the use, words can't describe it. Let's just say it's been a running orgy!"

"No new developments in the case?" I said angrily. "No report on masturbation among the girls for Miss Parsons? Do you really think I pay you a king's ransom just so you can enjoy yourself?"

"Wait, wait, wait," she said tiredly. "Miss Parsons has been informed that the girls are not playing with themselves. Now you know that's the truth Joe, because they're too busy playing with each other." Peggy laughed at her joke and slapped her thigh. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, fumbling with the straps of a dildo. "As for the case, I thought you had that solved. Linda told me that Maree's father had the girl so I thought we were just biding our time. And man, is this the place to bide!"

"Jesus Christ!" I exploded. "Mrs. Van de Kut's been getting calls to let her know where to deposit a quarter of a million bucks while you and Vinnie were having fun. She couldn't reach you either. You know what I think?"