Ray Todd - Orgy school

"OH, BABY!" she suddenly shrieked. "I'm gonna come!"

All the tension seemed to disappear, and screaming with joy, she wiggled and shook her ass around the thick length of his plunging boner.

"Oh, yes, baby!" Jean cried out with joy when she felt the man's hot bubbling cum gushing into her bowels. "Juice me good, darling!"

Jean finally collapsed over the arm of the couch with Mitch on top of her.

"That was some fuck," grinned Sharon, who'd been watching.

"How would you like to try it?" grinned Mitch, pulling his stiff cock out of Jean's asshole.

"Not in my butt," Sharon giggled, staring at the huge hard-on he still had. "Didn't you shoot your wad."

"Sure he did," said Jean. "This guy had a helluva time getting an erection, but when he does, he can empty three or four loads without losing it."

"Wow!" Sharon exclaimed. "Why don't you empty a load in my pussy? Bob needs a rest."

"That would be a pleasure," grinned Mitch, walking over to join her on the bed as Bob got off.

"Oh, Bob, honey," giggled Jean from where she was spread out on the sofa. "Bring that cute cock over here to me and I'll have it sucked hard again in five minutes."

"Good," grinned the man, walking over to the girl. "I'd sorta like to try your cute little red-haired pussy."

"And I'd like you to try it," she grinned, wrapping her warm moist lips around his limp cockhead.

When Peter came by just before midnight to take the girls back to school, both of them were thoroughly exhausted, but deliciously well fucked.

From that night on, Sharon had two or three professional dates a week and she was thoroughly enjoying every cock she could get her hands on. One evening when Sharon was on a call, her mother drove out to the academy to see her. Getting no answer when she knocked on the door to Sharon's room in the dorm, she drove over to the administration office where the janitor directed her to Peter Warner's quarters.

"Why Mrs. Parker!" he gasped in a shocked voice when he answered her knock on the door. "What a pleasant surprise. Won't you please come in?"

"Thank you," she smiled, stepping into the room. "I was wondering if you might know where I could find Sharon."

"Well…" he said nervously, "she and two other girls are on a special assignment this evening."

"When do you expect them back?" she asked.

"Almost any time now," he lied.

"In that case," she smiled, "I'll just go over to the dorm and wait for her in my car."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," he stammered, not wanting her to see the men bringing the exhausted girls home. "It would be much more comfortable if you waited right here."

"Are you sure it won't be an imposition?" she asked.

"Not at all," he beamed. "I'll just run over and leave a note asking her to call me when she returns."

When the man left with the note for Sharon, Nadine couldn't get over what a gentleman he was. She was so thankful that she'd found someone like this to teach her daughter the finer things of life. There was nothing in the world she wanted more than for Sharon to be a perfect little lady.

"Oh, Mr. Warner," she smiled at him when he returned, "I'm so happy that Sharon is here with you. I just know how much you'll change her."

"Well, I'm certainly trying," he smiled with a strange twinkle in his eyes.

Seated across from where Nadine was sitting on a sofa with her hands properly folded in her lap, Peter was suddenly struck by her beauty. He hadn't really noticed until now, but there was a smoldering fire in her big violet eyes as she looked at him from beneath her long dark bangs. As she sat with her knees conservatively pressed together, he couldn't see up under her skirt, but he began wondering if the woman were as hot cunted as her daughter.

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"That would be nice, thank you," she replied, thinking what a perfect gentleman the man was.

When he returned with the wine, he turned on the television and sat down next to her on the sofa. The program was a situation comedy with a lot of briefly dressed girls and a dialogue of sexy innuendoes.

"Goodness!" she exclaimed after watching it for a few moments. "Why do they put such trash on television?"

"Because people enjoy it," he answered, watching a cute ass wiggle across the screen in a brief bikini.

"But why can't they put more cultural things on the air for people like us?" she asked.

"Because most people wouldn't watch it," he explained. "They like this type of show."

"Do you like it?"

"Frankly, yes," smiled the man. "I like it very much."

"But there's so much overt sex in it," she shuddered. "I find it most distasteful."

"What do you have against sex?" he grinned, thinking how much she was out of step with reality.

"Well, nothing, really," she answered nervously. "But it shouldn't be flaunted in front of decent people."

"Do you think it should be kept in a closet?"

"More or less," was her honest comment.

"Mrs. Parker," he said, staring her straight in the eyes. "Don't you enjoy sex?"

"That's a very impertinent question," she snapped.

"Just answer me," he insisted. "Do you or don't you enjoy sex?"

"Please don't talk like that!"

"Just answer my question."

"All right," she sighed. "I just don't find it particularly enjoyable."

"Maybe you'd like it if you let yourself go," he grinned.

"Not a chance," she spoke in a cold voice. "And I think I'd better leave now."

"My God, Mrs. Parker," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "What you need is a real man."

"Let go of me!" she gasped, trying to push his hands away.

There was a challenge about this beautiful cold woman that was really starting to turn him on. Too excited to fully know what he was doing, Peter grasped Nadine around her waist and pulled her lovely warm body up tightly against his.

"No," she panted, feeling his hard cock throbbing against her through their clothes.

Peter reached up under her skirt and grasped the soft cheeks of her panty-clad ass, pulling her squirming pussy tighter against his throbbing crotch.

"No!" she cried out, pounding his chest with her fists. "Stop it! Stop it!"

Still holding the struggling woman tightly in one arm, he wormed his hand under the waistband of her brief bikini panties and rummaged his fingers through the soft curls of her pubic hair. He began teasing her clit with his middle finger until she was prickling between her legs. In spite of her resistance, Nadine could feel her hot juices starting to flow as his finger slid back and forth between the fleshy folds of her hot wet cunt-lips. She suddenly hated herself, realizing she was becoming highly aroused in spite of her puritanical resistance. Nadine knew it was all wrong, but when the man lowered his face down toward hers, she flung her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to her own hot open lips. When their tongues locked in a deep kiss, Nadine found herself helplessly writhing her pussy around his plundering finger.

Peter pulled his finger out of her steamy twat and unbuttoned her blouse. After he removed the garment, he skillfully unfastened her bra, freeing her lovely big tits. With her bra and blouse scattered on the floor, he grasped the waistband of her panties and ripped them off with one violent jerk.

"Please don't," she sobbed into his mouth without much authority.

Peter ignored her plea and lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt. He quickly peeled it off.

"Oh, God," she sobbed with both shame and pleasure.

Now that he had the beautiful woman completely naked on the couch, he once more wormed his finger into the moistly pulsating mouth of her scalding cunt. As his fingers continued teasing her sensually aroused pussy, burrowing deeper and deeper into the throbbing passage, he brought his face down to her luscious tit, cupping its resilient flesh in his hand and sucking her big swollen nipple into the moist warmth of his mouth.