Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

Ben slipped her panties off over her feet and dropped them to the floor. He sat back on his knees, looking down at her. His hugely erect penis jutted upward, looking like a cruel engine of cuntal destruction. Betty gazed at it hungrily, shivers of anticipation and fear wracking her frame. She lifted her pelvis as though begging for him to penetrate her. Between her flaring, milk colored thighs, Ben could see her tender, moist cuntlips. They quivered excitedly, and he could count the sweet droplets of liquid that dotted her pubic curls. Even though he had sucked her dry only a few minutes before, she was wet and ready for him all over again. This time, he thought to himself, her juice would ease his way into her. He lowered himself, stretching across the length of her heaving body, letting her feel his weight until he pressed her down into the yielding mattress. His lips covered hers, and their kiss was deeper than any before it. Betty sucked wildly at his thick tongue, pulling his tangy saliva into her mouth and nearly yanking his tongue out by the roots. Ben's penis pulsed warmly against her pussy lips, promising ecstasy.

"Now," she whispered. "Fuck me now. I have to have it, or I swear I'll die."

He smiled at her, his face only an inch from hers. "Not yet, Baby. Not quite yet. There's something else I'm gonna do first." Quickly he began kissing his way down the length of her naked body, pausing to again suck for a moment at her erect nipples and then moving wetly on over her heaving belly. He dipped his squirming tongue into her hotly enclosed navel, and she groaned and giggled with pleasure. When he had cleaned her indentation thoroughly, Ben continued, nearing her throbbing crotch, his hot breath fanning her pubic bush. Betty held her breath. Ben was going to put his mouth to her pussy again, only this time there would be no silly panties in the way. His lips and hers would meet directly. He would do whatever he wanted, and whatever he did, she was ready.

"I'm gonna fuck you with my big tongue until you come all over the place. You're gonna love it, and I'm gonna keep it up until you beg for me to stop."

"Yes, yes, oh, yeeeeeeeees," Betty cried, tossing from side to side and gasping for breath. She arched her back, making her breasts jut out boldly, wantonly. She felt his hands move beneath her and grip her fleshy cheeks firmly, holding her still and completely at his mercy.

His lips touched the edges of her cunt, and she let out a low, animal wail. Ben sucked her cuntlips, feeling the swollen hardness caused by the reddening blood that had pumped excitedly into them. He ran his tongue along the length of her womanly slit, finding ten thousand new nerve endings with each swipe of it. Betty cried out again and again, sharp sounds like those of a wounded bird. She fought to hold back her climax. It was too soon, too early to spend her passion.

His educated tongue parted her silken lips easily, and he delved into her flooding pussy. Harsh, broken cries came from the woman's gaping mouth as he pushed inward, his tongue wriggling up the length of her pussy until he found her tiny, swollen clitoral bud. His tongue flicked over it, again, again, again. She felt as though her whole body were flying into the air, higher and higher. Her cunt flowered open spasmodically.

"Oh, Ben, please, no. I'm commmmmmramming," she moaned.

Instantly, the man changed positions. Something harshly blunt nudged at her vomiting cuntlips, and, even as she climaxed, Ben shoved his huge penis into her in one long, total, ripping stroke.

Betty lay on the bed, writhing and pinned down by the thick fullness of his ten inch phallus. He was in her all the way. She could feel his flaring head poking at the base of her belly, and her tight pussy lips hugged tightly at his shaft. Her own interior juices lubricated him so completely that his entry hardly hurt at all. An utter and complete fullness enveloped her, and she lay there, floating on a cloud of gentle passion.

Now the fucking began. Slowly, Ben pulled his ten inch stalk out from between her taut, gripping cunt halves. She was so tight, he gasped with excitement, the tension squeezing his prick until it actually hurt.

Betty let out a tiny gasp. She was afraid he was leaving her. When only the burgeoning head of his penis was still enclosed, Ben stopped. He paused for a moment, and the girl could see the perspiration glistening on his smooth forehead. Then, with a deep grunt, he plunged in again, sounding her depths. Betty let out a high pitched cry as the flesh rubbed against her insides. Again, again, in out faster faster faster. She could feel her second climax building, higher, more exciting than the first. She sobbed and tossed her head about wildly. It was happening again, so soon she could hardly imagine it.

Then Ben was coming too. With a harsh gasp, he went stiff. She could feel his prick swell even larger within her, and then her inner reaches were bathed in the white hotness of his sperm.

"Yes, oh yes," she whispered, her voice shaking with passion, "Give it to me. Give me all your hot spunk!" Her vaginal muscles fluttered around the gushing hardness of his cock, milking every last drop from its tip.

As he finished, it was her turn again. With wild, wracking sobs, Betty climaxed, her own feminine juices gushing forth to swim with Ben's hot semen. The two of them collapsed together, kissing and licking one another's faces again and again. They fell asleep, his penis still buried far up inside her slim body.

"Did you make the arrangements yet?" Susie Walters whispered as she leaned over to Dale Paulson.

"Arrange what?" he asked teasingly, pretending he did not know what she was talking about.

"The gang. I told you I wanted sex with the motorcycle gang."

He chuckled. "Sure, I arranged it. Tonight at the clubhouse."

Susie drew an excited gasp. Miss Wingate rapped on the front desk and scowled at them. Susie scowled back and went back to her reading assignment. She could not keep her mind on it, however. Her thoughts were filled with what would occur in the evening. Maybe now she would finally get enough sexual attention to satisfy her ever present lust. Dale's buddies were so much like him, and every one of them turned her on. They were so independent, so openly sensual, so strong. Any one of them was enough to satisfy most girls. The group of them ought to do just fine. She smiled to herself as she thought about tonight's scene, and she felt the moisture breaking out along the length of her pussy.

"Susie, what are you smirking about, if I may ask?" the teacher asked harshly. "The reading is a serious selection. I find no humor in it. What is so funny?"

"Nothing you'd understand, Miss Wingate," Susie replied sweetly just as the bell rang.

When Susie and Dale came roaring up to the motorcycle clubhouse, there were already two cycles parked in front. Susie grinned to herself. The boys must be as eager as she was. She hugged her arms tightly around Dale. How nice it was of him to want to share, she thought. He was so different from most boys, so dedicated to passion and to total sensual fulfillment.

As they pulled to a stop, another motorcycle drove in beside them. On it was Jerry Bova, a tall, lanky redhead who had dropped out of school the year before. He grinned lewdly at Susie. "I hear you've come to entertain," he said bluntly.

Susie nodded her head, suddenly less sure of herself than she had been before. There was a coldness in the boy's green eyes that she did not like.

"Good," he grunted, his hand kneading his bulging crotch. "We'll see how well you do." It was said as though she were trying out for the high school play.

They entered the clubhouse. Two boys smiled up at them from the cot. They were sprawled there side by side, swigging from cans of beer. One of them, a greasy looking blond, already had his cock out of his tight pants. He played with it languidly, flopping it back and forth in his palm. He made no effort to stop or to hide it as Susie entered the room.