J Long - Three horny teachers

Unless they were introducing a new line of helmets for girls who wanted to play night hockey with coal-miner hard hats.

It was hideous!

It was ghastly!

It was beastly!

Almost the exact words that had been inscribed on the package when Bernice had purchased her dildo helmet three years ago at the local head shop: Hideously exciting! Ghastly pleasurable! Beastly paradise! The new and exciting carnal cranial delight! Buy your Head Job now while the demand lasts! Sizes four through ten.

Bernice loved the fear she saw on Yvonne's face. Shit, it was a face they all made when they saw her put on the Head Job.

Yvonne scrambled to a far corner of the office. "Oh, please, Coach Hudson! Whatever you're going to do – don't do it! It looks ghastly!"

Bernice smiled butchily. "Well, Yvonne, you said you liked cocks. Do you like mine?"

Then, awareness came to poor Yvonne.

Yes, that's what that thing looked like!

It wasn't a horn off a unicorn, and it didn't shine like a coal-miner's hard hat.

It had to be a cock! A cock to be worn on a person's forehead, so that person with the dildoed sinus would have something other to do when they were eating pussy.

Of course. Naturally.

Oh, God! No!

"Oh, yes, Yvonne. Unless you tell me who that pill-pusher is, I'm gonna get on top of you and eat your cunt while my cock fucks your asshole. Or else I'm going to get on the bottom and eat your asshole while my cock's fucking your cunt. What's it gonna be?"

What's it gonna be! Did she have a choice? Jesus!

If Bernice, took the top position, that would mean that hideous-looking forehead prick would.

What should she do? God – decisions, decisions, and decisions!

"Get your fucking shorts off!"

"While you're deciding, the least you could do is get your fucking shorts off."

"Oh… oh, yeah."

Yvonne scrambled to her feet, hooked her thumbs into her lavender gym shorts and pulled them down. God! Should she take the tongue in her asshole or that head-aching cock?

"Now get down on the fucking floor."

"Huh?"

"While you're trying to make up your mind, get down on the fucking floor so I can eat you out."

Yvonne lay down on the floor. Oh, Jesus! That forehead cock would feel so cold in her ass; yet, that tongue would feel so squeamish. Oh, God!

Which one?

Bernice got naked.

Bernice got on top.

Bernice got to eat Yvonne's pussy while her cranial cock made up the young girl's mind for her.

"Aaaiiieee! Oh, God! My asshole! Toooo big! My God! You're killing my asshole! Ooohhh! Tongue my clit! Tongue my cunt!Suckit, coach! Oooohhhh, Godddddd! My asshole hurts like Hell!"

Bernice's six-foot amazon frame came up and over Yvonne's sweaty body.

"Aaaaiiiieeee! My asshole! My ass-hole!It's too biggggg! Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! No! Not your cunt! No, Ican't eat your… mmmmggggffff! mmmmggggffff!"

Hummmmmm.

Hummmmmm? Who said: hummmmmm?

Oh, God! Her asshole was coming alive with something that was vibrating the sensitive tissues of her shitter as her cunt was being chewed and licked and sucked by an ogre with a unicorn's forehead.

Yvonne wanted to die. Of the following:

She could have chosen to die from the hairy cunt that had descended very rapidly on her mouth. Because breathing was very important to the young naive girl. But breathing was now very difficult because it was like being stuffed to the tonsils with moldy walnuts.

Or she could have chosen to die from a bleeding asshole. Because something big and huge and cold as stainless steel was humming happily in her shitter, causing her lower bowels to emit embarrassing noises between grunts.

Or lucky Yvonne could have chosen to die from the ecstasy that was oozing out of her cunt, dispelling in gassy cloudbursts from her asshole, or regurgitating moistly from her cunt-filled mouth.

She chose the last way to die because it was the most pleasurable. In fact, it was the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt, rather the two most pleasurable things she had ever felt.

First there was pleasure in her asshole. It resided in all the sensitive nerves that clustered at the opening to her turd dispenser. And those nerves were proving to be indispensable now because without them she would never have discovered how much ecstasy and passion and juicy joy there was in getting her asshole named by a brainy cock.

Second, there was pleasure in her pussy. Her cunt-lips, and more particularly her clit, also had sensitive nerve tissues scattered here and there. They were scattered here and there because it seemed wherever Bernice's tongue touched, another nerve came alive and sent a pleasant sensation conning trough her erogenous zones.

"Mmmmggggffff!" Yvonne said.

"Mmmmggggffff!" Bernice said.

"Mmmmggggffff!" Yvonne repeated.

"Mmmmggggffff!" Bernice reiterated.

Such meaningful dialogue was repeated for ten minutes and thirty-two seconds. Bernice knew it was ten minutes and thirty-two seconds because the miniature battery in her cock-head had a lift span of only ten minutes and thirty-two seconds.

Now Bernice had to rely on another head-strong method of keeping Yvonne's asshole titillated. She nodded. Nodded again. Nodded many times. Her cock-head beat a fast tattoo in and out of Yvonne's asshole.

No more hum jobs; just head jobs.

"Mmmmggggffff!" Yvonne moaned.

"Mmmmggggpfff!" Bernice groaned.

They were like lesbian snakes the way they twined around each other. They were like gay eels wrapped up in each other. They were like Sappho mummies wrapped for all time.

Then the climax came. For Yvonne first because her asshole was suffering from so much pleasure.

Bernice could tell that Yvonne was coming. The girl was hunching her hips wildly, and Bernice's mouth was stuffed with lots of delicious, pussy. Pussy was coming out of her ears, there seemed to be so much of it.

Bernice nodded.

Yvonne couldn't believe the sensations that were bursting like TNT in her asshole: she couldn't believe the potent power of that dancing dynamite tongue in her cunt. God! She felt like a walking time bomb, an unwrapped, walking time bomb going off at this very moment.

Yvonne's cunt tingled, then erected – gobbled up by Bernice's pussy-hungry mouth.

Yvonne's cunt juiced and oozed – swallowed up by Bernice's cunt-starved mouth.

Yvonne's asshole stretched and warped – Bernice nodded.

Then it came.

The ecstasy to end all ecstasies.

It started in her tits, made them grow hard like the cock-head fucking her asshole. It wound its way like a lesbian snake into her cunt, made it grow as hard as that helmet with a cock for a rim, and as slippery as an eel. Then it ended, as nature intended, in her ass.

Bernice nodded.

Hazel was shy, reticent, quiet and flat-chested.

Qualities that do not turn on the local mailman, or the neighborhood bus driver, or the rapist meter man.

Hazel was quiet because of her occupation. She was a librarian at Thomas Dewey High School.

Hazel was also quiet because she was nearing her fortieth birthday. She was shy because she didn't want people to know she was on the shady side of thirty-nine, and she was reticent about being thirty-nine because she wished desperately that her bust size was as large as her age.

Hazel had many gray hairs intertwined with her brown hair. Some people said Hazel had gray hairs because of her occupation.

Others, like Madeline, Hazel's beautiful friend, said that Hazel had gray hairs because she shouldn't wear, her hair in a French twist, that it caused too much of a stain on what few brown hairs she did have.

But Hazel knew it was her occupation that made her shy, quiet and gray-haired. Because, as a librarian for Thomas Dewey High School, site felt important and needed, and was acknowledged by the kids whenever she said: "Shush your mouths!"