Ray Todd - Orgy school

"Oh shit, Peter!" she shrieked. "I love it! I love it!"

Wanting to please the girl to the extent that she would be a slave to him, he further increased the tempo of his humping. His muscular belly was slapping loudly against her hot young ass as he fucked her with all his strength. Hot juices oozed out from between her prick-squeezing cunt-lips as his huge slippery prick pounded in and out of her widely stretched pussy.

Sharon had never enjoyed anything so much in her life, and each lusty thrust of his cock was carrying her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Harder, Peter, harder!" she cried out. "I'm almost there!"

The walls of her hot little twat were streaming from the delicious friction of his plunging rod, bringing her closer to an explosive climax as her nipples burned and stiffened with excitement.

"Oh, Peter!" she suddenly screamed, writhing her ass back against him. "I'm coming, honey! OH, shit, how I'm coming! commmiiinnnggg!"

Her cunt spasmed and contracted around the length of his plunging boner as she was enveloped by an unbelievably wild orgasm. The joy in her loins was further intensified when she felt a man's hot cum gushing into her cunt for the first time.

"Oooooh, sweet Peter!" she shrieked, feeling his thick jism shooting into her writhing belly. "That's it, Peter! cream me good… cream me good!"

It was several minutes later before either of them had enough strength to speak.

"Well," Peter finally whispered. "How did you like your first fuck?"

"I loved it," she beamed. "Will you fuck me again sometime?"

"Yes, darling," the man smiled. "We can fuck as often as you feel like it, and I have lots of friends who'd like to fuck you, too."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he explained, "these men will pay me a hundred bucks if you'll let them screw you. I give you fifty of it and I keep fifty."

"Would they really pay to fuck me?" she asked in an awed voice.

"Of course," he laughed. "I fix Anne and Jean up two or three times a week with hundred dollar dates."

"Gee," she grinned, "that would be neat."

"Now aren't you glad you let me screw you?"

"Shit, yes," she giggled. "But who took those pictures?"

"Jean," he answered.

"Why?"

"Because I asked the girls to set you up," he explained. "I wanted to blackmail you into our little hundred dollar a night club."

"I'm sure glad you did."

"So am I," grinned Peter. "You're not mad at Anne and Jean, are you?"

"Shit, no," Sharon laughed. "If it hadn't been for them, I wouldn't be here with my Peter, Peter, pussy-eater."

"I'm glad you feel that way," he sighed, his limp cock starting to stir again.

"Oh, Peter," she grinned, staring at his rapidly swelling prick, "are you gonna use my pussy again?"

"I sure am," the man laughed, starting to stroke his rod.

"Good," giggled Sharon. "But turn me over this time."

"That's what I intend to do," smiled Peter, rolling the girl onto her back. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

For the next few days the three girls laughed about the way Anne and Jean had tricked Sharon.

"I'm glad you did," beamed Sharon. "Peter's been calling me out of class every afternoon and fucking me silly."

"He always does that with his latest conquests," Anne said. "But I like those hundred dollar dates better."

"When will I get one?" Sharon asked her roommate.

"I don't know," answered Anne. "I'm going on one tonight."

"Really?" gasped Jean. "Who with?"

"Some new guy," Anne replied. "He's gonna lay me over in Peter's quarters."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Jean answered it, and saw Peter standing there.

"Hi," she beamed. "Come on in."

"Wanta be ass-fucked tonight?" he asked her.

"Sure," beamed the pretty little redhead. "Who is it?"

"Mitch," he ginned. "He specifically asked for you."

"He always does," giggled Jean. "He loves my hot little asshole."

"How about you?" Peter turned to Sharon. "Mitch and his friend Bob want a foursome."

"Nobody's fuckin my ass," gulped Sharon with a frightened expression on her face.

"Don't worry," laughed Peter. "This guy Bob fucks cunts."

"It's always like that," Jean giggled. "Mitch loves to watch a guy screw a pussy, and then when it gets him turned-on, he stuffs his cock up my ass."

"Are you sure?" whispered Sharon. "I don't think I could take an ass-fuck!"

"Don't worry," the redhead assured her. "I get the rear-end jobs because I love them."

"Okay, then," grinned Sharon. "I'll go. I'm ready for a nice hot fuck."

"Fine," said Peter. "I'll pick you up in about an hour. They're at a motel that's just down the road, and don't forget to wear your uniforms. It turns these guys on to think they're fuckin' kids."

Later that evening when Peter introduced them to the men at the motel, Sharon was more than pleased with their appearances. They were both in their mid-forties, Bob having thick dark hair, and Mitch having blond.

"Well," grinned Jean, sitting down on a sofa next to Mitch when Peter had gone, "are you ready for a nice hot fuck?"

"In a few minutes," he smiled, pointing to his friend. "Let's watch them first."

"Are you ready, honey?" Sharon turned to Bob who was standing by a chair.

"What do you think is making my pants poke out like this?" he grinned.

Smiling back at Bob, Sharon stepped up in front of him and unbuckled his belt.

"Honey," she whispered, lowering his zipper, "we're gonna have a real party tonight."

He just stared at the beautiful young teenager as she pulled his pants down.

"Oh, baby," she giggled, dropping his shorts to reveal his big thick cock. "Now I know we're gonna have a real party tonight."

Smiling up into his soft brown eyes, Sharon wrapped her cool fingers around his swollen meat and began teasing the foreskin up and down.

"Why don't you take your shirt off and lie back on that bed and watch me undress?" she whispered, giving his prick a loving squeeze.

When the man was spread out on his back with his hands behind his head and his stiff cock spearing back hard against his muscular belly, Sharon slowly removed her blouse, exposing her big braless tits.

"Like 'em?" she giggled.

"Shit, yes!"

"Then you'll really love my naughty little cunt," whispered Sharon, slowly lifting the short skirt of her little girlish uniform.

Bob watched it slowly inching up her delicious looking bare thighs. Sharon could see his cock jerk with excitement when her soft little triangle of brown curls came into new. She let him stare at it for several seconds before she lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt and removed it.

She moved onto the bed with the man, faced him and swung one of her legs over his loins. Slowly lowering herself, she grasped his thick rod and pointed his swollen cockhead up toward her descending pussy. She could feel him shivering with excitement as his sensitive knob grazed against the fine hairs of her muff.

Sharon placed her palms on his wide chest for support, and writhing her hips from side to side, she began sitting down. Seeing the passion in the girl's heavily lidded eyes, Bob could feel the smoldering heat of her body as her luscious cunt began closing down around his cockhead.

The inside of her bare thighs felt good against his sides as she began taking more and more of his shaft into her little tight cunt. The man could see his thick tool disappearing up into the hot moist flesh of her pink young slit, as she stared down the length of his body.

"Oh my God," he panted, arching his hips to meet her descending crotch.

Arching his hips even higher, his cock was moving deep into the scalding heat of her cunt, and her trembling legs were beginning to buckle. He grasped her hips firmly and began easing the girl down over the length of his cock until their pubic hair nestled together and the smoldering heat of her cunt-lips squeezed at the thick base of his shaft. With her knees curled against his waist, the horny teenager leaned forward until her hot open mouth covered his lips. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and passionately rubbed her tits against his chest.