Jason Cannon - The boss daughter

Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and a gasp escaped her tightened throat as she saw a naked woman sitting on a man's long, hard cock. The girl's pussy seemed to be too small for the huge shaft, and it was stretched so wide that it was only a thin red ridge of flesh circling the man's thick, blue-veined prick. The man was lying on his back with his legs wide apart, and she could see his puckered asshole.

Billie's youthful body trembled with a hunger that she had never before experienced. Hoping that Tommy wouldn't see her, she stole her hand under her dress and found her pussy.

"You playin' with yourself?" he said. Her face got very red. "It's okay. I do it to mine all the time."

Before Billie knew it, Tommy had taken his cock out of his pants and was wildly whipping his fist up and down its length. He was groaning, with his eyes tightly shut.

"Oh shit, Billie, rub it for me, will ya? Do what I'm doin' to it!"

"Like this?" she asked as she tightened her fingers around his long shaft and began stroking up and down.

"Aaaaagggghhhhhh… Oh, yeah, yeah, that feels great… Do it some more!" he groaned as he stood in front of her and thrust his pulsating cock back and forth through her fingers.

Billie stared at the strange movements of her cousin's cock sliding back and forth through her tightly gripping fingers. She felt her own excitement rising higher and higher. She couldn't understand why her cunt was so hot and wet.

"Harder… Rub harder, Billie… Oh yes like that… harder…" Tommy moaned as his head began spinning from the pressure of his throbbing prick. "It feels so good… too good… I… I think… I'm… I'm gonna come! Oh, shit, I'm comrnmmiiiinnnnng!"

"Am I doing it right?" Billie asked anxiously, squeezing his throbbing cock more tightly, frightened at his loud groans.

"Oh yes! Hold it tight… I'm coming NOW!" Tommy gasped as he rocked back and forth on his heels, his youthful prick convulsing beneath the caresses of her fingers.

Suddenly, Billie saw sticky white liquid spurting from his swollen cockhead as his cock spasmed. She couldn't believe all that stuff had come from his cock. Her eyes were glued to the wildly jerking shaft and, in a trance-like state, she held her hand still while he pumped out his load of cum.

She had never thought about how the seed got inside a woman's womb, but she certainly never imagined that it would happen like this it was like a pump!

Awed by the revelation, her eyes popping out of her head, she stared at the river of cum flowing down over her hand…

Remembering the sight of Tommy's young cock spurting cum up her arm was enough, with the help of the banana, to bring relief to Billie's pussy.

She groaned and cried out her release as the water beat a tattoo on her tits and belly.

There was a knock on the door and Ginny's voice.

"You all right in there?"

"Yes," Billie said, extracting the banana from her sopping cunt. "I'm all right… for now."

Billie managed to last a week. It had been hard, because on top of wanting Carl Morgan's cock, Thelma, the leader of the Lovers, approached her in the hall one day and made an offer.

"How would you like to join our little club?"

"What's in it for me?" Billie replied. "A lot of sex… just about any way you like it."

"You think you're too good for us?"

"Frankly… yes," Billie said. "And I'm in enough hot water with my family without joining a sex club. That's all I need, is to get caught in something like that."

Thelma threw her head back and laughed. "We're never going to get caught. We have too many friends among the faculty!"

"Like who?"

"Follow me and I'll show you one," Thelma said.

Billie followed her to the Administration Building and into the basement.

The room was located in a far end of the basement, off by itself.

"We can watch from this window," Thelma said. "Kneel down and be quiet."

Billie looked in and could hardly believe her eyes. There, in one end of the dank basement, was a sensuously beautiful room. The carpeting was thick and soft; the drapes suspended on the four walls were of a warm material that appeared to be silk. The ceiling had been left untouched, but one didn't look at the ceiling. The bed in one corner drew prime attention. Its covering was violet, and a bouquet of fresh roses was on a table at the head of the bed.

And there was something else on the table a rubber cock with a harness attachment.

"Know what that's for?"

"I know," Billie said, keeping her face a mask. "This is silly. I'm leaving."

She took two steps toward the narrow exit, but Thelma's hand gripped her arm. "You can't."

Billie heard it at the same instant the sound of approaching footsteps. They were very close. Then the door to the room opened, and someone entered. Billie couldn't see who it was, but she could hear someone undressing. Then she saw a naked body approach the bed and gasped.

It was Marilyn Carr, one of her teachers. But she looked like anything but a teacher now. Her golden hair had been loosened, hanging low over her shoulders. She was completely naked except for a garter belt and stockings, her body revealed in all its glory. She raised a slim, gorgeous leg and put her foot on the edge of the bed.

Billie hadn't liked the woman from the first day she had met her, but she had to admit that Marilyn Carr did have a fascinating body. There was more to it than mere golden perfection. It exuded a sexual magnetism that was like a glow.

New footsteps sounded and Billie saw the teacher's eyes light up. A faint smile played on her soft, sensuous lips as she turned and moved out of view.

Billie wished fervently that she was out of this mess. But so long as she was in it, she couldn't close her senses to what was going on, couldn't block her eyes and ears.

"I'm glad you came, darling."

"I wasn't sure if I should."

Billie placed the voice instantly. It was Marcia Tompkins, the quiet girl Billie had met the first day in class. She then remembered the look that had passed between her and the teacher. It seemed that they had recognized something in each other instantly.

"You do want to join the Lovers… don't you, Marcia?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then, come… sit with me on the bed."

The teacher's arm went around the girl's shoulder. She was wearing a robe that she had evidently gotten from somewhere behind the drapes.

"You'll like the Lovers, Marcia… both the boys and the girls."

The woman turned the girl's beautiful face to her own. She looked deeply and quietly into her eyes. Then, slowly, carefully, as though fearful of frightening her she drew the uncertain girl into her arms and captured her lips. The kiss lasted a long time. Then she folded her closer and turned her body so that the girl lay in her arms. Marcia responded, raising her arms and putting them around the older woman.

Marilyn ended the kiss. "Was that so very terrible, my darling."

"No," Marcia murmured into the soft, beautiful breast. "It was lovely."

Smiling down at the girl in calm triumph, Marilyn drew her robe back and Marcia's mouth was against her bare breast.

The older woman allowed, the girl to press her lips into the lush softness for a time. Then she turned again and laid Marcia on the bed.

"Let me undress you, darling."

Marcia wore a sweater and skirt. Marilyn unzipped the skirt and pulled it down over the younger girl's hips. She smiled down at her and ran her hands over the sweater, drawing it upward.

"Raise up, dear."

Marcia obediently lifted herself and allowed the beautiful blonde to continue stripping her. Now she had on only panties and a bra.

Billie thought she could see Marcia's long slim legs trembling as Marilyn bent over and kissed her again. The older woman unhooked the bra at the same time and removed it. Then she opened her robe and took Marcia into her arms. Marcia's thigh muscles jerked at the contact; her arms went slowly around the woman above her. The muscles of her ankles tensed, then her feet slowly moved apart. Her knees went higher, her hips lifted.