Tommy remembered that word. Miss Schellenberg, his home-room teacher had mumbled it in their ten-minute lecture on sex education that the state of South Dakota required for all eighth-grade boys and girls. His buddy Norman Wizer had told him that masturbating was just a nice word for jacking off.
Tommy watched as Miss Ryan jacked off his cock. The cum dribbled from the cock-head-his cock-head!
Miss Ryan was going to get rid of that God-awful feeling that filled in his balls. She was going to relieve him of the immense pressure that threatened to burst his cock-shaft.
Connie maintained a steady hand-job pace His cock-head was getting bigger, mushrooming outwards and upwards. Cum covered her moving fist as the cock-shaft got holier and bigger. Christ, for a thirteen-year-old kid, he sure had a nice-sized prick. Connie could hardly wait to suck it. "Ooooohhhh, Miss Ryan! I think I'm gonna" The white glob of sperm took Connie by surprise. His aim seemed to volcano from the tip of his prick, splattering on her thigh. The next shot arced out and splashed on her hip. Another stroke, another burst of jism spewed forth.
Tommy was hunching and twisting on the bed. He couldn't believe the pleasure that was flowing from his balls and prick. His eyes were closed, his thighs were tense, sweat bathed his face: and yet, he shot another glob of cum from his cock.
"My God! Tommy, you have so much sperm!"
Tommy wondered if there was something wrong with having so much sperm. He couldn't help it; there was no way he could control his orgasm.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" Tommy screamed as something wet and warm covered the head of his prick.
Christ! It was her mouth!
Tommy gasped, couldn't believe what he was seeing. Miss Ryan was sucking his prick, her lips latched tightly on his spewing cock. Another heavenly spud of jism shot out-into her mouth! And she was swallowing… and moaning… and swallowing some more!
Now there was less force behind each shot of cum. Tommy moaned, then gasped, then breathed heavily. His mind spun with visions of Miss Ryan's sweet lips wrapped around the mushrooming cap of his cock, sucking with fervor, drawing out milky cum from the swollen bag of his balls.
Connie sat up, her tongue licking at several drops of spunk that clung to her lips. The cum tasted bland, not at all like the flavor that all those expensive porno books described-it wasn't sweet, it wasn't the honey of the gods, it wasn't nectar of Man. To Connie, cum was cum, not hot, but warm, not sweet but gluey. Still, cum excited her taste buds, make her smack her lips gratefully.
"And now, Tommy, we're gonna fuck."
CHAPTER THREE
Tommy couldn't believe what she had just said. Fuck?
Him?
With her?
This couldn't be happening to him guys didn't fuck until they were seniors in high school, when they could get their cars, grab their chicks and make it in the back seat.
"Did you hear me, Tommy? We're gonna fuck. Now, all you have to do is think about having your penis thrusting in my vagina. You know: In and out, in and out, like you were sawing wood."
Tommy imagined his prick going in and out, in and out of Miss Ryan's cunt. Sawing back and forth, feeling the lips of her pussy holding tightly to his cock-head, her clitoris rubbing his shaft as he sawed in and out of her cunt-hole. He was getting another hard-on. And only five minutes ago his prick lay like a worm against his thigh, cum and lipstick sticking to the knob.
His cock was getting bigger as he thought about fucking Miss Ryan's cunt.
Tommy didn't want to think any more. He was ready to fuck. His cock-head looked like a balloon ready to bunt.
"I can't believe it, Tommy," Connie said in a whisper, awed by the sight of Tommy's prick jerking to life, boning up, stiffening with each beat of his heart.
"Look at your prick! It's starting to get hard again. Christ, I haven't seen a cock get up that fast after a blow-job since I was sixteen."
Tommy looked at his prick. It didn't matter whether Miss Ryan was helping to support his cock by gripping the base of his prick-shaft. Hell, his prick was hurting again, filled to the tip with pent-up jizz. He didn't need her hand to hold up his cock: It would have stood up on its own. But he did want her hand on his cock because it felt nice, much nicer than his own fist.
"Now, you just lie there, Tommy, and I'll get your prick into my cunt. Doesn't it sound exciting to say nasty words-call a prick-a prick instead of a penis?"
Tommy couldn't reply. His eyes were filled with Miss Ryan's pendulous tits as she threw her leg over his crotch while maintaining her hold on his cock. He watched as Miss Ryan centered her cunt directly over the head of his prick. God, he was gonna get fucked!
"First, I'm gonna wiggle the tip of your cock against my cunt, Tommy. That way I'l1 be nice and greasy when I sit on your prick."
She moved the head of his prick against her juicy cunt-lips, and Tommy just couldn't believe that his cock was actually touching her pussy. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he sure could feel what he saw.
Oh. shit, fuck, piss, he had never felt anything so good in his life! His cock-head was brushing back and forth, faster and, faster within the slippery groove of Miss Ryan's cunt.
Faster and faster. Juice was oozing from his cock. The head looked purple and full of rage.
Connie was sweating feverishly, her tits jiggling madly as she brushed Tommy's prick against the hot, wet flesh of her slippery gash.
"Oooohhh, Tooommmyy! Can't you feel how hot my cunt is?"
"Mother of God yeessss! P-Please, Miss Ryan. My… my cock's really hurtin'. Please, do-do something.
Connie did something all right. She squatted down as hard as she could.
Tommy's cock slithered into her -pussy like a greased pig. In a flash, her cunt-lips were mashed against his crotch hair, her asshole nuzzling his roiling balls.
"Aaaiiieee!!" Tommy screamed, feeling the hot fleshy meat of her puny slamming down on his prick, smothering his sensitive cock-head, clasping tightly to the shaft of his cock.
"Aaaiiieee!!"
"Does it feel good, Tommy?"
"Aaaaiieee!!" "Does your cock still hurt, Tommy?"
"Aaaaiiieeeeh" –
"Tommy, can you hear me? Answer me, Tommy!"
Tommy couldn't answer. His prick was being inundated by the most incredible sensations he had ever felt. Her cunt felt a hundred times better than his fist, fifty times better than her fist, ten times better than her sweet cock-sucking lips.
Jesus, he was getting his first fuck, his first piece of ass! It was the finest moment of his thirteen-year-old life. Nothing could ever be better than the feel of Miss Ryan's pussy bearing down on his prick, making that long slide down the shaft of his cock. He would never forget her, or her tits… or her ass.. or her cunt.
Then, as if he were coming out of a fog, he heard Miss Ryan's voice calling him from a fair.
"W-What did you say?"
"I just wanted to know if my cunt feels good to you, Tommy.
"Oh, gosh, yes! I never felt so good in my life. Jesus, but you're sure hot in there."
"My cunt's hot, Tommy, because I needed to fuck your prick. Do you like fucking, Tommy?"
"Oh, gosh, yes! I never felt so good in my life."
"Now, I'll show you the best part of fucking, Tommy.
Tommy was going to ask her to repeat what she had said. Nothing felt better right now than having her cunt snugly gripping his cock. He couldn't believe that the best was yet to come. But he had to believe; because Miss Ryan was slowly raising her cunt off his cock her pussy-lips seeming to grip his rod like a greased glove. And the sound of her cunt as she withdrew! God, it sounded so squishy!
Connie raised up until the lips of her cunt embraced the crown of Tommy's cock. She exerted pressure, and her cunt-muscles clamped down on the ballooning head of his prick.
"Aaaiieee!!"
Then a fast down stroke of her cunt, her pussy-lips sliding like a greased collar over the shaft of his cock.