Pamela Cooper: Desperately sucking teacher

"Mmmmmph, mmmmph," she grunted as the muscles in her throat worked convulsively to drink it all down.

Another load of scalding cum shot from the depths of Jack's balls. The hot gouts of jism instantly filled her sucking mouth. Gobs of cum spurted out each corner of her lips and ran down her chin.

"Oh, nooo…" she pleaded as the boy suddenly pulled his cum-spraying cock out of her slurping lips. "No!"

Her begging did no good. Jack stood over her, one hand wrapped in her long, thick red hair. His other hand fisted his swollen and spitting cock and directed the wash of cum across her already-greased face.

Thick gobs of jism were smeared over her chocks. Cum clung to her hair in long strands. Streams of the boy's cum drip from her chin to gather on the pale mounds of her pink-tipped tit flesh.

One last gob of cum oozed from Jack's prick as he milked the thick cockshaft, and the boy smeared it across his teacher's red lips. It hung there like a huge pearl of cream until Vivian caught it on her tongue and licked it away.

"There you go," the boy said, smiling down maliciously. "Now that pretty face of yours has been properly fucked. And your cunt, too."

"Yeah," Connie said, coming back into the room at that instant. "And every bit of it has been preserved for posterity."

With growing horror, Vivian realized that the girl was holding a small instant camera and a stack of pictures.

"Connie, what have you done?"

"Oh, nothing much," the girl teased. "I just got my camera out of my locker like Jack asked me to do and went for a little walk outside the building. You'd be amazed how much you can see through one of those windows." She pointed over near Vivian's desk where the afternoon sun was still streaming through the open window. "And not only see, but photograph, as well. Would you like a sample, Mrs. Glenn?"

The girl tossed one of the snapshots to her. "Hey!" Jack yelled, making a grab for the picture but missing as it landed in Vivian's lap. "Don't let her have that!"

"Oh, leave her alone, Jack," Connie said. "There are plenty more where that one came from. I used over two packs of film." The girl held up the thick stack of photographs for both of them to see. "I wanted to make sure I got Mrs. Glenn's best side. Or maybe I should say I wanted to make sure I got her best tit."

Both of the teenagers laughed at that, but Vivian could only stare in shock. First from one student to the next. Then at the snapshot that she held in her hand.

"Andy, are you, home?"

"Yeah, Sis," the boy called from upstairs. "I'm just grabbing a quick shower."

He hadn't had time after football practice, figuring that his mother would already be home. So, the youth had jogged home in his workout trunks, carrying his clothing and books.

Christy Glenn mounted the stairs and went into the bathroom. It was starting to fill with steam from the shower, and her hair misted slightly as she walked into the room. "Where's Mom?" she asked.

"I don't know," Andy said from the roaring shower stall. "She must have gotten held up at school."

Quickly, the pretty redheaded teenager pulled her sweater off over her head. She kicked off her shoes and slid the tight jeans and panties off over the long hard flesh of her legs. Her body was slender and tight, the result of hours spent in the school gymnasium. Her tits stood high and full, the flesh translucent and pale, and were tipped by large nipples that already jutted out from the areolas from nothing more than the friction of the sweater.

The girl looked for all the world like a teenaged version of her mother, just as her brother Andy was the very image of their father. The youth already stood at nearly six feet. His shoulders and chest were huge for his age, his legs long and well muscled from school athletics. His hair was thick and curly, the same sandy blond as their father.

That was what Christy saw most when she looked at her brother, his resemblance to her father. The girl had worshiped the man, and even though she hadn't seen him in several months she held a perfect picture of her dad in her mind. She remembered the games they had played, the way he held her on his lap and caressed her hair, the he had tucked her into bed, even when she had grown to be a teenager. She loved him very much, and she knew that he loved her as well.

Sometimes, she felt responsible for her parents' break-up and subsequent divorce.

Now that he was gone, the girl couldn't seem to let go of the idea that part of it was her fault. All she knew for sure, however, was that he was gone. All she had left of him were photographs. Those and the obvious resemblance of her brother Andy.

Sliding the shower door aside, she joined her brother in the glass and tile enclosed booth. Andy looked up in surprise. He had just finished soaping his chest and belly and was about to move on down to his cock. Instead, he stood there looking at his baby sister in amazement.

"Perhaps you can tell me what the hell you're doing," he was finally able to say.

"What's the matter, big brother?" she asked teasingly. "We used to take baths together all the time."

"Yeah," he said, "but that was when we were little kids. Things are a little different now."

"Things are a lot different, I'd say," she smiled, glancing appreciatively at the huge cock that hung between her older brother's legs. "You didn't have anything like that when we were playing in the bathtub."

"You're right," he said, really noticing the firm tits on his baby sister and the bush of fine red hair that was growing silky and shining between her hard young thighs.

"Here," she said, taking the soapy washrag from him and handing him the container of liquid soap. "You soap me up, and I can do the same for you."

With that, Christy took her brother's large prick in her hand and began lovingly washing it. She held the slab of cockmeat up and moved the cloth down to suds the huge sac of the boy's balls.

"Don't just stand there, Andy," she sighed, her voice having gone almost as low as a husky whisper. "Can't you find something on me that you'd like to rub soap on?"

Without another word, Andy poured a handful of the creamy liquid into one palm. He rubbed his hands together until the soap thickened and then applied it directly to his sister's hard-nippled tits.

"Oh, yeah," she sighed quietly, feeling the electric currents that ran through her nipples everytime the boy brushed a soapy finger across them.

Andy's prick stood proud and hard in her soapy hands, pulsing so forcefully beneath her touch that the girl could feel it jerk and move with her motions. Her own pussy was beginning to drip and run from the effects of his hands moving across her mounds of tit meat.

"Rub me good and hard, big brother," she cooed. "Rub that slimy soap all over my tits."

The boy pinched them up until Christy's head rolled back, her full red lips in a sucking oval of pleasure. He crushed the tit mounds fiercely, digging his fingers deep into the luscious melons.

"Mom's going to be home soon," the boy grunted as his sister allowed the steaming water to rinse the thick layer of soap from his prick.

"Yes," the girl said, "but not before I get a little something out of this."

Christy knelt on the tiled floor of the shower and began kissing and licking at her brother's swollen prick. It tasted so good to her, so clean and meaty. And yet, in spite of the soaping she had given it, there was the trace of man smell that permeated the sensitive flesh. The more she licked and sucked at his cock, the stronger the odor grew.

"Oh God, Christy," he moaned as the young girl took the twitching cock knob between her lips, "that feels so damned good."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, big brother," she said, grinning up at him with a lecherous twinkle in her eyes.