Jason Cannon - The boss daughter

Then her panties and bra were on the floor. Marilyn suddenly threw calm and caution to the winds. She tore the robe off and buried her face between Marcia's lush breasts.

Billie could see then that the two cunts were locked together, frantically rubbing against each other.

"Oh darling, love me! Love me with your mind and your body… I need love so badly!"

Marcia's arm went around the older woman. Strangely, she took command of the lovemaking. She rolled the teacher over on her back, reaching hungrily for her breast. The golden-haired beauty's eyes glowed with pleasure and lust.

Then Marcia was wildly ramming her fingers in and out of Marilyn's blonde-ringed pussy. The woman was going out of her mind with delight.

"Ohhhhh… yes, shit yes," she groaned, twisting her hips and flailing her head from side to side.

Stimulated by her words, Marcia slipped from the bed to the floor. She crouched on her knees with her head between Marilyn's wide-spread thighs. The teacher's cunt was glistening with juice.

Marcia stuck out her tongue, teasingly, and licked her clitoris as she continued to ram three fingers into Marilyn's cunt hole.

The thick aroma of the teacher's cunt wafted across the room, filling both Thelma's and Billie's nostrils.

"Jesus… eatin' pussy is not exactly my bag," Thelma whispered, "but those two cunts have really got me turned on."

Billie felt the same way, but she was not about to admit it. However, when she felt Thelma's hand move between their bodies and find her pussy, she didn't object.

"Mmmmmm your pussy is so good… so juicy," Marcia said, rolling her head from side to side between the older woman's thighs.

"Oh, yes… yes!" Marilyn urged her on. "Eat me… suck me! Stick your tongue on my cunt… drive me wild!"

Marcia pulled her fingers from the woman's cunt and used both hands to spread the puffy lips wide apart. The damp, dark inner flesh of Marilyn's cunt was laid bare to the girl's tongue. Her whole body shook as Marcia jammed her tongue and her nose into the wet, elastic hole.

At the top of her sweetly shaped cunt, the hard little bud of her cut bobbed and glistened. It seemed to beckon to the younger girl.

"Now… now… my cunt… do it to my cunt!" Marilyn urged.

Marcia obliged willingly, grinding her chin into the cunt hole and her teeth against the knob of pleasure.

"Oooooohhhh," Marilyn moaned loudly, her face contorted, turning from side to side as she lifted her cunt still higher for her lover's consumption.

And then, suddenly, she screamed through a come, blasting her hot juices through her lower lips from the erupting well of her pussy.

Her body had barely stopped shaking when Marcia was off of her and strapping the big dildo around the teacher's legs. The dildo was long and thick, with an enormous head.

"Now me… hurry, fuck me!" Marcia cried, slipping to the bed and raising her legs high in the air.

Marilyn fell between the girls spread legs and rammed half the huge cock into her cunt in one swift movement.

"Oh yes… Oh God, yes… all of it. Give me all of it… the whole fucking thing!"

A gasp erupted from Billie's throat. "Jesus," she said, "I can't take anymore of this!"

"Me neither. C'mon," Thelma replied, and tugged on her arm.

When they emerged, shaking, from the building, Thelma turned to her. "You're hotter than hell, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Billie admitted.

"Want to come up to my room for a while? Like I say, that's not my bag, but I'm hot!"

"I'd rather have a cock," Billie said.

"That's a little rough this time of night, around a girls' school. That's why we formed the Lovers. Still say you don't want in?"

"I'll think about it," Billie said, moving away. "By the way," she said, turning back to the big girl, "how does Marilyn Carr fit in?"

"She's one of the two faculty people we pay off to keep the Lovers alive. They get first crack at any new pussy that wants in the Club."

"Who's the other one?" Billie asked.

"A man… that's all I can tell you unless you want in," Thelma replied.

"Like I said, I'll let you know," Billie said. "But I doubt it."

She hurried a rummaging in her purse for Carl Morgan's address.

"All right," Billie said, standing before him in the living room of the tiny apartment. "You win… for now. I came to you."

"What do I win?" he said.

"This," she said, and raised her skirt to her waist. She knew the crotch and the front of her panties were already soaked with juice from her pussy.

"I was wondering when you'd get horny again."

"Jesus, what kind of a nut are you? Are you made of iron? Don't you want to make love to me?"

"No," he replied, "but I'd like to fuck you."

"Love… fuck… what's the difference? Let's do something!"

"All right."

He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom and took off her clothes.

She stood very still as he removed her dress and slip; she leaned forward as he unhooked the bra to free her firm, magnificent breasts. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her swelling tits. And yet he did not touch them. Instead, he slipped his fingers inside her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them nervously. The heavy mound of pubic hair around her pussy seemed to glisten and pulsate with excitement. She felt little ripples shoot through her taut buttocks and go directly to the hot spot of passion in her quivering cunt.

"For God's sake!" she pleaded. "Do something to me! I want you to fuck me!"

He laughed out loud and stepped back. "In good time… all in good time. Don't rush things so. One must remain in control. Nothing is done well in a hurry."

"Some things are, you bastard!" she shrieked, unable to control her growing passion.

And then he removed his clothes and led her to the bed. He pulled her across it and held her firmly for several minutes, and then brought his mouth to hers. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth and jabbed hard against his.

Then she pulled her head away and made him kiss her heaving breasts. She pulled his hands around her naked hips and tried to get him to grasp her ripe thighs and the glistening ass that yearned to be kneaded, pummeled, torn into harshly.

She pulled his head down to her flat, smooth belly and crushed it hard into her sweating navel with both hands; she bit madly at his neck and scratched at his back with her long fingernails. She could feel his breath now down in her pubic hair; she wished longingly that he would put his hand into her boiling, vibrating cunt.

But instead he only kissed gingerly at her heaving belly that arched up flat and hard against his face. He ran his tongue into her navel and made little jabbing strokes with it until she thought she was going to explode.

"Please, will you please…" she stammered.

"Be calm," he answered blandly.

She began stroking his flanks, his fine-hard body fitting against hers. She found his balls and rolled them around between her fingers. Then she let her hand move up to the base of his big cock.

"Oh, God!" she groaned. It was massive, throbbing. She arched to have it plunge deep inside her that very second. Always before, with other men, she was able to set the pace of lovemaking, because they were always so hot for her. She could manipulate any aroused man until she was ready. But this man was different, and she didn't understand it she felt herself despising him for punishing her so and at the same time she couldn't keep from wanting him to crush down on her, to finish her, to defeat her.

"Oh, God! Will you do something! Pleeeeaassss!"

"No!" he barked, and tried to pull away.

She pinned him with her long legs and pulled him back until he was mashing hard against her again; she hunched upward with her pelvis against his expanding cock. She felt the blood-gorged tool against her thighs, the balls pressing into her waiting cunt. Roughly she pulled herself onto his body, bumping her wet thighs furiously against his belly, his chest.