Robert Vickers - Spreading for teacher

She reveled in the feeling of power over him. She could control him as long as his cock was captive inside her.

The other man was as much a prisoner as his friend. She could clutch at his cock with her cunt walls. The soft folds of her pussy weren't oiled too much now that he'd been fucking her so forcefully. He'd burned off a lot of her cunt juices with the friction between his broad-headed cock and her flesh. She concentrated on milking him of his jism.

It worked. He came.

He gulped, then moaned loudly as he started frantically fucking her. She took his every thrust. Her cunt was drinking up his cum with an avidness that made the man almost collapse.

Limp, he looked at the girl and exclaimed, "Damn me but I never felt a cunt grab me like that! It felt as if she had a fist inside a velvet glove and it was squeezing the hell out of me!"

Fred didn't hear. The blood was rushing like the ocean's surf in his ears. He was too busy greeking this naive, innocent girl.

But no young girl ever had a more knowing asshole. She was playing with him like he was her toy. Her ass seemed to suck him in and then refused to let him go. Never had he cornholed anyone who could grip his cock like this. "Like it now, black man?" she panted.

"Love your lily white ass, babe!"

He continued fucking as hard as he could until his cock ruptured at the seams. He ejaculated wildly, creaming the insides of her rectum with his jizz.

When he was limp, Fawn tightened her muscles a little more and squirted him from her buttocks. She turned and said, "I've had better."

Fred looked her square in the eyes and said, "I doubt that, babe, but I gotta admit you do have one helluva nice ass. I'd bugger you any time, anywhere!"

Fawn sat down, acutely aware of the pain jabbing into her butt. The cornholing had had a bigger effect on her than she wanted to show. She tried to took at the two men with some degree of composure. It just wasn't possible for her to do it.

"Well?" she asked. "What now?"

Red found his wallet and tossed her two hundred dollar bills. He said, "Here's the dough. And for once, I didn't feel like I was robbed. Tell your old man to ink us in for next week."

"Maybe I will. You weren't that bad," she mused. But her mind was racing. Two hundred bucks! Just for a few minutes. She sighed, then picked up the bills as the men left. This wasn't her money, not exactly. It was Jack's. He needed it for the down payment on the car.

Their car, she hastily corrected herself.

But two hundred dollars. That was more money than she'd ever seen in one lump before.

"Here it is, Jack. Two hundred dollars." Fawn looked at the money as she turned it over to her man with some wistfulness. That was a lot of money. More than she'd ever seen.

"Only two hundred!" he exclaimed. "Those cheap bastards! They said they'd come through with two-fifty."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this isn't enough. We need another fifty dollars. I can put this down on the fifth race if I hurry."

"No! I don't think you should be gambling like you do. Remember how it was when you were always in debt to Ears? If you start again, you'll end up in the same fix."

"But I want to get the car, darling. What'll I do?"

She ignored the sly look. Squaring shoulders, she announced, "If I can put out for money once, I can do it twice."

It sounded as if she were making a big concession to the man. Deep down inside, she knew that wasn't the entire truth. Red and Fred had excited her. She wanted more of that action. Whether they'd really cheated Jack out of the money he claimed or not was a moot point. The girl simply wanted a chance at some other studs' cocks.

She shivered thinking of the way they'd both fucked her at the same time. If she could only repeat that performance.

"I can arrange it, I guess," Jack said, looking carefully at her. When she didn't cringe, he went on. "How about this afternoon? I know a guy who'd go ape over that shaved pussy of yours."

Her hand drifted to the front of her jeans. For some reason, she'd been bothered after she'd sobered up and realized what Jack had done to her. Since then, she realized that men got off in a big way on chicks with shaved pussies. Anything to please Jack, sure, but when she could please both him and a lot of other guys, the shave was worth it.

"This afternoon, then. And try to make sure the guy's on time. I hate hanging around with nothing to do."

"You could always do your history homework," he said.

She didn't bother answering. She was miles beyond such things now. The fifteen-year-old had achieved the sophistication she'd so desperately desired before Jack had taken her cherry.

"Now I don't want you saying a word about who this guy is, Fawn," Jack cautioned her. "It'll be both our heads if you do."

"Who is it?"

"You'll see," he chuckled. Then Jack left.

Fawn readied herself in front of the bureau mirror. While she'd be doing her best stuff bare-ass naked, she wanted to look nice for her next customer.

She shuddered at the idea of having a customer like that. She was no penny-ante hooker. The only reason she'd consented to do this was for Jack – Jack and herself.

Visions of the bright green sports car raced through her mind. She could picture herself behind the wheel, tooling along the highway at a hundred miles per hour, cops unable to catch her. Taking the turns with loud squealing of the tires, going into…

"Fawn?" came a quiet voice from the door.

"Yes," she said, turning. Then she couldn't say another word. Standing there was Mr. Grimes, her high school principal. No wonder Jack had warned her about saying anything about his intimate little session.

Mr. Grimes could be a world of trouble for both of them if she did let it leak out he got his jollies with his students.

"You're very attractive. Jack didn't lie. Let's get on with it," he said, putting a small briefcase down beside the solitary chair in the room. He pulled the chair around so he could sit facing her.

She began pulling off her blouse to get naked when he cried out, "Wait! Stop! Don't take your clothes off like that. Strip. Do it slowly. Tempt me."

So this was where he was at, she thought to herself.

"Okay. Anything you want." And then she started on the sexiest strip tease she could manage.

She stood with her legs spread wide taking advantage of the window behind her. The light coming in would outline her body nicely.

From the way the old man groaned and began rubbing his crotch, it must have highlighted her youthful figure to perfection. Content with this, she started a deliberate peeling of her clothes.

He watched in rapt fascination, all the time moving his hand slowly over his growing erection. The girl had her blouse unbuttoned down to her boobs when he'd sat down. Now she carefully undid one, then another button until her blouse hung limply open.

He was treated to the white flesh of her perfect skin. The man ran the zipper down its track with a metallic hiss, freeing his cock. It leaped out into his hand for proper attention. Tiny needles of desire pricked him as he watched the teenager spin around, then slowly peel back her blouse to reveal a bare shoulder.

She shrugged her shoulder and the fabric slipped free. Holding it at her waist, the girl dropped her blouse after making sure it dipped over the flare of her ass.

The man was really getting hot watching her. He'd seen some fine strippers in his day but they lacked the beauty and simplicity of this girl. She had an innocent air about her that was both appealing and arousing.

"Keep going, my dear," he urged. "I want to see it all!"

"You will," she promised. "You'll see it all before I'm finished!"