Jerry Hull - Sister rope lust

"You really got Webster's tail?" Cal said, not quite believing his friend's story.

"Her pussy and her mouth, too," Teddy said. "If you don't believe me, ask Bobbi. She was getting her cunt reamed out by Orlando at the same time."

Cal almost creamed his jeans. He'd had his eye on Teddy's sister for a long time. He'd have eaten her snatch with a rusty shoehorn. Cal was not only the biggest boy in the school, he was also the horniest.

"We're organizing a little orgy at the house sometime soon. My parents are away, and we have a free run of the place. How'd you like to be in on it, Cal?"

The boy answered with a low whistle.

"There might be a couple of surprises, too," Teddy continued. "But there's one thing, "

"What's that?"

"No blabbing. You keep quiet about it. That has to be a sacred oath."

"No problem," Cal said.

Coach Orlando had locked his office door and pulled the shades on the windows that overlooked the football field. Betty Arness sat on the little straight-backed chair by his desk. She was one of the three science teachers at the school, and the youngest member of the faculty, twenty-two. Coach Orlando was sixteen years older than the pretty little redhead, and he had taken a fatherly interest in her when she joined the teaching staff a year earlier. But there were times, during lunches in the cafeteria mostly, when he'd noticed the way her breasts pushed firmly against the front of her blouses. She was small, but her proportions began to intrigue him. He started noticing how her ass looked when she didn't wear full skirts, and the narrowness of her waist and ankles. He started noticing, too, how her long neck supported her pretty head, a look like a swan.

The coach had asked her to come to pool parties at his house on many occasions. He was in a sweat to see her body in a bathing suit. He also wanted the opportunity to show off his own physique, reasoning that when she saw the way he filled out the front of his brief swim trunks, she might forget that he was many years older than her.

The third invitation worked, and when she came out of the small dressing room at the poolside, wearing a one-piece, black swimsuit, with her long red hair billowing in soft waves over her perfect little shoulders and back, he'd almost creamed up the front of his trunks. He went to work in earnest after that, and, like he always did with women, he succeeded.

Betty Arness had yanked her skirt up around her waist. She pulled her panties down around her ankles, and she presented a completely nude lower half to him. She wore stockings only on dressy occasions, and with her youth on her side, she never looked underdressed in her role as teacher and moral leader.

Coach Orlando could never get over the redness of her pussy hair. Betty was a real carrot-top, and the fine, silky hairs around her tender cunt looked like a forest fire. The lips of her vagina were so pink they had a bluish cast, and contrasted sharply with the rest of her white, white skin. The coach had always considered it a pussy that you eat first, and think about later. He crossed his office and kneeled down in front of her in his sweatshirt and gym pants. He buried his face into her red crotch, and deeply inhaled the feminine, acidy odors of her pussy as he began to probe in with his tongue.

"Uggh!" Betty Arness said, making a face. "You're so sweaty, you smell like pig!"

"Sorry, babe," he said, pulling away from her with a slurp, "we've had baseball practice for the past three hours. You know I sweat like a goat."

Betty pushed his face away from her and stood up, yanking down her skirt at the same time.

"Well, I'll come back sometime when you've had a chance to take a good, long, hot shower!" She started to walk past his kneeling form, but he reached out and grabbed one of her legs, almost pulling her off balance.

"Sit back down, cunt!" he growled. He meant business.

She was more afraid of his loud voice being overheard than of any physical violence he might do to her, but she sat back down on the chair. The coach stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. His chest was pouring with perspiration, and the muscles were rippling under the hair. He leaned down and grabbed her hair roughly, then he yanked her nose directly into one of his armpits.

"Take a good sniff of that, cunt!"

She did what he told her to do. She had made him angry this way several times, and she knew what to expect. She inhaled the odor from his armpit until he jerked her face into the other one, and she inhaled there too.

"Now lick some of this sweat off my chest!" he snapped, dragging her mouth over to his massive pectoral muscles.

Her tongue shot out and she began to lick up the little droplets of perspiration that were pouring down his skin. When he seemed satisfied with the tongue job, he pushed her back into the chair and untied the tops of his exercise pants. He let them drop to the floor, and he stood before her in only his jockstrap.

"Lick the strap!" he barked at her. She immediately sank to the floor and bent her head into his crotch. He noticed that her right hand had crept up under her skirt, and he could see her fingers moving beneath the material.

She began by licking the jockstrap until she had completely covered the large sac of his balls, then he spun around and shoved his butt in her face.

"Lick the hole!" he barked.

She spread his asscheeks with her hands and pushed her face between them. Her tongue found his puckered hole and she began to lick it vigorously. Then he pulled away from her face, turned around and pushed his jockstrap down. His cock was half hard in front of her nose.

"Skin it back and clean it up!"

She pulled back the foreskin and brought her mouth over the huge head, licking and sucking at the same time. The cock immediately grew to its fullest size.

"Hold off, now, or you'll have me coming," he panted, yanking his meat out of her mouth. "Let's get that skirt off you now."

She stood up and stripped until only her blouse remained. She saw a slightly threatening expression in his eyes, and she quickly removed the blouse.

"That's better," he said, when she was completely naked. "Now, you snot-nosed little cunt, don't ever pull that high and mighty shit on me again, you hear?"

"Y-yes," she said, meekly. Sometimes he could make her cry.

He pushed her to her knees in front of him again.

"Play with it. Hold it in your hand. Hold onto your man."

She reached out and slid her hand down the hard shaft.

"Bails, too!"

She cupped his nuts, and caressed them lovingly.

"You like to feel your big man?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!" she whispered. "He feels so good, I could just die! I love him so much!"

"How much do you love him?"

"With all my heart!"

"Enough to sell your ass to any dirty bum who wanted it?"

"Y-yes, I'd even do that for him!"

He seemed satisfied with his humiliation of her then.

"Okay, get down on the floor. On your back. Shit, I don't care if the floor's dirty, cunt!"

She did as he told her to. When she was on her back he came straight down and shoved his cock into her brutally, with no warning and no preparation. She cried out from the pain, but he clapped his hand over her mouth so they wouldn't be overheard. Then he began to hammer his hips, forcing her to take his meat quick and hard and deep.

In a moment, she was moaning and churning her pelvis to the rhythm of his fucking. She grabbed his asscheeks and dug her fingers in, making small dents in the muscular flesh. Her moans came through his fingers, and he realized that if she got any louder he might have to slap her to quiet her down. He knew Betty when she got this way, and she was capable of losing her mind, doing and saying all kinds of crazy things. She was building to a massive orgasm, and he could no more control her than he could control himself. His sperm was racing around now, ready to boil up and over. He felt a tickling in his balls, like little pin pricks.