Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

"Nothing really."

"Then how about us makin' it?" Chuck boldly suggested.

There it was – what Susan had wanted. The only trouble was, she wasn't sure she wanted it any longer. Perhaps a warm bath would serve her just as well, she speculated. And she could always play with herself a little.

A hot jolt went through her as Chuck's hand landed on her thigh. He squeezed the firm, tapering column.

"Come on, baby," he said, snuggling close.

"Both Fred and me are free tonight."

"B-both of you…?" Susan murmured, a new naughtiness insinuating itself into her mind.

"Yeah," Fred spoke up. "That is, if we can get a bargain rate."

Susan stared at him.

"Two for the price of one, so to speak," he added gazing at her with his flinty eyes.

"I'm not a…" Susan began angrily, in a loud tone. She caught herself at the last moment and lowered her voice. "…prostitute," she completed.

"You mean you don't charge for it?" Fred asked incredulously.

Chuck was playing with the hem of her skirt, under the edge of the bar. "You dumb-ass farmer!" he said. "Of course, she don't charge for it. She's just a sweet young gal lookin' for a little fun. Right, baby?"

He slid his hand all the way up her leg and pinched the wet crotch of her panties. Susan's head turned light. Her mouth flopped open.

Chuck was staring at her, close up. But he spoke to Fred, softly, "Holy Christ, man, you oughta feel what I'm feelin'."

"Yeah, what's that?" Fred asked, as Susan continued to thrill to Chuck's pinching, probing fingers.

"Her pussy's wet as a swamp," he said. "I mean, she's achin' for it."

"Well shit, then, let's give it to her," Fred said, and slid off the stool.

"N-no… I mean…" Susan stammered. She was thinking, two of them! TWO of them!

"Just what do you mean, baby?" Chuck purred, his whiskey breath striking her in the face as he hooked her panties aside and stuck his finger up her hot, oily cunt.

"OOH!" Susan exclaimed, and nearly fell off the bar-stool.

Chuck was circling his stiff finger inside her, driving her wild. "Ready to go?" he asked.

Chuck pulled his finger out of Susan, and she pushed her skirt down. She was panting. Her legs didn't want to support her at first as the young men guided her from the bar and to a flat-bed truck which was parked outside.

Chuck walked around to climb behind the wheel, and Fred opened the right-hand door.

"In you go, baby," he said, and Susan started to climb up. He grabbed her ass and pushed her the rest of the way, then slid in beside her.

Chuck was at her other side. She felt like a piece of meat in a sandwich.

Chuck started the truck, and they went jiggling down the street. The truck turned at the first corner, heading out of town.

"Where are you going, man?" Fred asked the driver.

"Old Man Simmons' back forty," Chuck replied. "We can get there along that road next to Haley's place. Shit, nobody will see us out there. We can park for two hours."

"Look, I don't know if I…" Susan began tremulously.

"Give her some finger," Chuck told his friend.

Susan felt very cheap. But this didn't distress her enough to make her stop Fred when he got under her skirt and glided his hand up to where Chuck's had been. He stroked the slippery wet shield of her panties.

"Jesus, I wouldn't have believed this!" he said.

Chuck gave a nervous laugh and drove faster.

Susan held her breath. Fred was pulling her panties aside. He was tickling her pussy, stroking her slit and the hairs that grew along it. Suddenly his finger gave a corkscrew twist, deftly penetrating her. He plunged in and out, stretching the elastic of her panties on the back of his hand.

"Oooh, nooooh!" she said raggedly.

"Shit!" Fred exclaimed.

"Ever felt a cunt any hotter than that?" Chuck asked.

"I didn't think there were babes walkin' around this ready to get pronged."

Chuck laughed. "We caught us a live one, old buddy!"

"I'll tell you one damned thing for sure – I'm gonna make the most of it."

"Oooh, please!" Susan begged, shivering with passion. "Must you talk about me… as if I were some… cheap piece of…"

"Ass?" Fred finished for her. "Well, you're a piece of ass all right, baby. And as for bein' cheap, free is about as cheap as it can get."

"Shut up, man!" Chuck said. "You're makin' her feel bad." He began stroking Susan's thigh, sliding her skirt up to her lap.

Both men gazed at her stocking tops and garters and bare thighs. They looked at her out-of-shape white panties with Fred's hand at work inside them. Chuck stroked the inner slope of her left thigh, from her stocking top to the narrow lace scallop on her pants. Looking down at the obscene sight, Susan could hardly believe it was she who was being pawed and penetrated in such an impersonal manner. But her senses told her it was indeed she. She was thrilling giddily.

"Christ, I got a hard-on that won't quit!" Chuck said.

"What do you think I've got?" Fred shot back as he continued finger-fucking Susan.

"Open our pants, baby," Chuck told her. "Take our cocks out."

Feeling as she did, with Fred's finger inside her, Susan didn't have to be asked a second time. Using both hands, she fumbled the men's fly's open. Their pricks popped out to stand quivering. Fred's was circumcised, skinny, and steel-stiff, except for its bulging, cushy head. Chuck's was shorter and thicker, hard but not as bony feeling, and adorned by a foreskin which let only the pink tip of his glans peep out.

Without being asked, Susan began stroking her hands up and down on both peckers.

"Oooh, SHIT!" Fred exclaimed, and writhed. He still had his finger in Susan but wasn't moving it any longer.

"Jee-zusss!" breathed Chuck as the girl rolled his foreskin up and down across the sensitive ridge of his cockhead.

"Shit, man, we gotta stop before we get to the Simmons place," Fred said tautly, his thin lips contorting.

"Well, where?" Chuck demanded. "Not right here on the fuckin' road."

"That field." Fred pointed. "Pull over there behind them trees."

It was a likely spot. The trees were thick enough to hide the truck from the passing traffic, if there was a way to get behind them.

Chuck braked the vehicle quickly, guided it down the sloping shoulder of the road, and onto the bumpy field. Susan's ass was tossed against the bobbing truck-seat. There were boulders strewn about, but Chuck found a narrow passage between them. He guided the truck behind the thicket and cut the ignition.

"Jesus Christ, let's get her on that flat-bed!" he barked.

"Ooh God," Susan moaned, "we can't do this!" But she still clutched the men's cocks.

Fred's pecker pulled from her grasp as he slid out of the truck. His rod stood high, protruding through the open front of his pants. He pulled Susan across the seat of the truck, causing her skirt to ruck up past her hips, then grasped her under the bare thighs and around the back. Her skirt hung down from her waist, exposing her panties as the man carried her to the back of the truck and boosted her onto the bare wooden platform. There were little bits of rock and twigs up there that bit into her tender buttocks. She whined.

The-men scrambled up onto the flat bed from opposite sides.

"Let's strip her," Fred said.

Being treated like a piece of baggage rather than a person offended Susan. But it stimulated her, also.

Why did every affair she'd ever had with a man have to be tawdry? Was it her own fault?

Susan didn't consider those questions. When she was in the throes of a passion she regarded as indecent, she didn't want to think.

Chuck went to work on her blouse while Fred unfastened and pulled off her skirt. She writhed free of her outer clothing and was clad in just stockings, bra and pants.