David Crane - Scandal school

As John sucked on her tits, Irma played with his dick some more. She folded her hand around the shaft and used her thumb like a windshield wiper on the sensitive area where the stalk sprouted out into the helmet. His pecker was pulsating like an earthquake, and rippling tremors ran the length of his rod and caused the knob to vibrate.

Irma, a true connoisseur of cocks, liked John's stout member very much. It was not as big as many she'd known, but it was pleasingly shaped and very, very hard. She might have encountered dicks just as hard, but none harder, for flesh could get no harder than the lad's pecker was now.

She lifted her skirt with her free hand.

John, looking down from his feeding ramp, saw that she wore no panties. His eyes sparked as he looked at her big, hairy bush – much darker than her bleached blonde head – spreading out in a wide wedge on her cunt mouth. His hands shook with the impulse to grasp that big cunt but he didn't dare. The librarian was in control, and John felt he had to let her set the pace.

She drew his dork to her and commenced to rub the bloated knob against her belly and hips. She rose on her toes and brushed the tip of his pecker through her pubic thicket. It rustled through the wiry tangle like a well-muscled but velvet-skinned rodent slinking through a thorny hedge. A glob of preliminary spunk squeezed from his knob and matted her pubic hair.

Irma gave a little whimper of delight. Irma loved cum every bit as much as she loved cock, and she often wished she could invent some system whereby she could classify her lovers according to how much jism they yielded during the average ejaculation, but the logistics of such measurement were beyond her. She could have handled it easily if she jerked them off into a vessel, of course. But that defeated the purpose, for she liked their cum in her twat or mouth. Now, delighted at feeling his cream on her vulva, she began to pant.

She drew away, pulling her nipple from his lips. He darted his head after that succulent nugget, like a woodpecker tapping at a falling tree.

Irma knelt and began to rub the head of his dick against her nipples and around her mounds. She fitted his stalk between her tits and gilded up and down on it, so that the big rod fucked up her breastbone. As the tip came squeezing from the top of her cleavage, she lowered her face and tongued the slimy knob. She savored his spunk on her tastebuds, rolling the quick silvery drops on her tongue like a wine taster sampling a rare vintage.

Passion lighted her eyes, and her lips, glistening with cum, turned into a smile of ecstasy. She stood up again.

John, his voice quavering, said, "You could do that some more if you wanted to…"

Irma grinned and said, "Maybe I'll let you come in my mouth someday, you adorable child… hut once you make a decision, you should stick to it… and you wanted something else…"

"I didn't know what it was," he said, still uncertain about ass fucking but overwhelmed by the joy of having her hot tongue lave his dick.

Irma paid no mind to his statement. She had not, in fact, been buggered in over a month and she was looking forward to it. She liked to keep all her holes active, and. John's fine young pecker was just the right size and shape to suit her asshole.

A steady flow of fluid was slowly pulsing from his cleft now, coating the head and flowing down the shaft. Irma figured she had better get his dick inside her before his cum was wasted. She turned and leaned against the bookshelves, supporting her head on her forearm. Reaching behind her back, she drew his prick in to her crotch and slid it up her pussy.

John was electrified with the sensation of being in a cunt. It felt so good that it scared him – how would he ever again be satisfied with his own hand, after knowing the joys of a pussy?

He began to fuck her cunt with fast, hard strokes, burying his cock to the hilt.

But then she wriggled away. "No, now," she chided, "none of that. That was just to get your sweet pecker lubricated…"

She shifted his cockhead to her taut brown anal bud.

John pushed, tentatively.

The crown of his cock slipped into her asshole with a minimum of resistance and her snug hole clamped shut behind the head, holding him inside her. She murmured happily. Arching her back, she hiked her big, firm buttocks upwards and spread her feet wide on the floor. She had both elbows on the shelf now, letting the bookcase take her weight. She began to fling her hips and ass about with wild abandon.

Cunt juice flew from her unattended pussy in a spray, soaking John's thighs.

The lad pushed his hips forward and ran the full length of his cock up her asshole. Her bowels clutched at him, seemed to be rippling up the length of his cock as if trying desperately to milk his load. He drew back and slammed the joint to her again, slipping easily in to the hilt. His dick had been well-oiled in her pussy, and her asshole had lost none of its elasticity during its celebrate period. Her hips darted about in a mad dance and John humped frantically away, driving straight in, fast and hard. He clutched her by the hips, steadying her, and poured the pork steadily into her ass. Then his hands glided up and he clutched her by both huge tits, great handsful of boob that he mauled and clawed as he screwed wildly up her asshole.

John's lust, pent up too long, had no stamina. He pounded the pole in furiously. His balls slapped down onto her twat and his belly slammed against her upraised ass, and within seconds he was pulsating at the height of sensation.

Groaning like a beast in torment, he blew his overloaded balls in an eruption that shook him to the toes. His teeth jarred, his eyes rolled, his neck snapped backwards as the burning lava gushed from his knob and filled her asshole to the brim. Too great a load to be contained, cum came trickling back out and down his shaft and seeped into her neglected cunt.

He hammered four separate spurts into her asshole with violent, savage force.

Then he staggered away and his dick, momentarily spent, pulled out of her clutching asshole, stood straight out from his belly for a moment as if frozen, and began to droop.

Irma, smiling, turned around. She had not come, but it didn't trouble her. A girl that took as much dick in as many ways as the lusty librarian did could not be expected to come every time, she knew. She had a very healthy attitude in such matters, having never been an exponent of Women's Liberation. She was satisfied, and she beamed upon John.

She said, "Well, that takes care of buggery. Tomorrow we can try the next variation." She smiled in expectation because she had memorized that alphabetical list and knew that cunnilingus followed buggery. Although she didn't ever come with a cock, she never failed to come on a tongue.

Not that she would have to wait that long to get her jollies, of course. She did cock catalogue research every single night.

As it turned out, Irma did not have to wait until that evening for her thrill.

No sooner had John – with his schoolbooks at his side now, and a dazed smile on his face – left the library than who should come in but Coach Miller, all clean and pink from the shower.

He leaned on the desk.

Irma smiled up at him, wondering if his dick was in proportion to the rest of his big, broad body. Such, she knew, was not always the case, and often big men had tiny dicks and vice versa.

"I'd like a book on nutrition," he said. "I'm sure I can find what you want."

"This… errr… this is rather a delicate matter," the coach said, looking at her tits which, although splendid, could not be termed delicate.

"Delicate? Indeed!" Irma said, staring at his crotch. She didn't much care for delicate cocks. She liked robusts, roughshod rods. His pants bulged promisingly.