Susan reached out her free arm to Rusty. "Please!" she implored. "Give me the chance to love oath of you – to make both of you happy!"
Rusty seemed dumbfounded. Susan's earnestness caused his anger to cool.
"This is the God-damnedest thing I ever heard of!" he said.
"Yeah!" echoed Tommy, his adolescent voice cracking.
"Let me prove I can do it!" Susan begged. "The three of us can be so happy together!"
Rusty had moved up to within her grasp, and she drew him closer. She sank to her knees between the two brothers.
They stared down at her in amazement, which quickly changed to thrilled delight, as Susan began to lick first Rusty's upthrust cock, then Tommy's even more erect but smaller organ. She turned her head quickly from one to the other her moist tongue swabbing across the head of each pecker as she clutched the stiff cocks around their bases.
She wrapped her hot mouth around Rusty's prick and gave it several head-bobbing sucks, then turned to Tommy and sucked his little dick in the same fashion. Her hand stroked the cock she wasn't sucking as she went from one to the other. The brothers writhed in passion.
"Wow!" Tommy exclaimed. "Oooh, gosh! R-Rusty, is it okay?"
"Okay?" the man rasped. "Shit, it's terrific!"
He moved closer to his baby brother so that his prick was sticking up next to Tommy's. In that way, Susan could make love to both of them with a single swipe of her tongue. But the situation wasn't altogether satisfactory for her, because she couldn't take both pricks into her mouth at the same time… unless…
Clutching both cocks, she shoved them snugly together. Stretching her lips to the maximum. Susan gradually worked her mouth around both bulging bulbs. She sucked the mouth-stuffing meat, bathing both pricks in her saliva. Her tongue licked them both at the same time. Her lips worked feverishly around the two cockheads which were pressed together.
"I've got to… screw you!" Rusty panted.
He pulled his prick out of Susan's mouth, permitting her to lavish all her oral attention on his baby brother while he quickly circled her to kneel behind her squatting hips. He grasped her by the ass and lifted, shoving her bottom into the air.
Susan had to bow her back in order to make her ass available to Rusty while she continued to suck Tommy's prick. The older brother moved her knees apart. He pinched her buttocks open.
He stared at the enticing asshole that he loved, its puckers converging on a tight little slit which-still looked as if it had never been fucked. Holding his pecker in his fist, Rusty ground his wet, bulging glans against the adorable dimple.
Susan consciously relaxed her rear muscles while mouthing Tommy's prick with long, sensuous strokes. It was much easier this time for Rusty to grind his hot prick into her rear, forcing her anus open until the elastic ring completely captured his blissfully throbbing bulb. He sank his shaft deep.
He fucked Susan's asshole with long, steady strokes while he watched her bob her head on his baby brother's dong.
The girl thrilled as never before in her life. The ass-fucking hardly hurt at all – and what hurt there was, she enjoyed. More than anything, she enjoyed Rusty's full, throbbing presence up her butt while she held Tommy's young manhood in her mouth, sucking and licking it.
Susan's tight, hot asshole rippled around Rusty's stroking rod while she gulped at Tommy's pecker. She undulated her spine as she thrust forward, then back. The brothers fell in with the rhythm she had established, Tommy driving his prick into her mouth as Rusty withdrew, then the older brother plunging up her ass while she suckingly relinquished most of Tommy's spit-glistening cock.
Susan was in heaven, and she wanted the magnificent thrills to go on forever. But the brothers were wildly excited and couldn't last long. Susan's orgasm reached fever pitch and she chomped hard on Tommy's glans while she ground her hot ass around Rusty's penetrating cock. Both brothers let go simultaneously.
Tommy's hot cum spurted over Susan's tongue and down her gulping throat. Rusty's blasts flooded her bowels. The males groaned in ecstasy, their cocks quivering inside her.
Susan moaned against Tommy's spitting cock and gurgled. Some of his cum dribbled down her chin. She felt as if she would explode from the convulsive quaking inside her.
Gradually the frenzy gave way to the most delicious, warm relaxation she had ever known and she slumped to the floor, causing both Tommy's and Rusty's softening organs to whip free.
"Ooh, I love you both so much!" she exclaimed, and rolled over, gazing up at the two males.
"I love you baby!" said Rusty, and she knew he meant it.
"I love you too… Susan," Tommy said, using her given name for the first time.
It seemed that, temporarily at least, her problem had been solved… and with hardly any effort on her part at all. Making love was not an effort for Susan. It had become her supreme enjoyment.
CHAPTER TEN
During the next day at school, there was a great deal of whispering and smirking among the boys in Susan's class. Finally even the girl students joined in.
Only Tommy remained aloof from the merriment. He obviously was embarrassed.
Susan knew what was going on, and the situation disturbed her. Spike obviously had bragged about what he had done with her the day before, the word spreading quickly through the class.
The next event was predictable.
"Miss Campbell, I'd like to have a word with you, if I may," the principal, Homer Twilby, said as he stuck his head through the doorway after the children had filed out at three o'clock. "In my office," he added ominously.
He left, and Susan rose from her chair. She was trembling. She tried to calm herself by smoothing her skirt over her rounded hips and thighs. She wished she had worn a bra that morning, for her nipples were erect and made dents in her clingy blouse. Her breasts quivered each time she moved.
Deciding there was nothing to do but confront square old Mr. Twilby and admit everything, Susan left her classroom and walked on rubbery legs to the principal's office. The door was open. The other teachers and office staff had departed for the day, leaving her and the principal alone.
She found him seated behind his desk. About fifty years old, he had steel-gray hair and a lean, small frame. His eyes were quick and his manner self-righteous. Susan understood that he was a life-long bachelor, and he had always seemed so cold that she had wondered whether he had any interest in women at all.
"Please close the door," he said crisply, not showing her the courtesy of rising when she entered the room.
Susan shut the door behind her.
"Be seated," Homer said.
For some reason, which wasn't consciously formed in her mind, Susan chose the chair next to Homer's desk. She crossed her legs, causing her skirt to glide back from her knees. A narrow slice of white thigh was visible above the stocking on her leg which was crossed above the other.
Homer's eyes flicked there, whiplike, and Susan wanted to pun her skirt down. It wasn't that she disliked being admired by men – even men she didn't care for – but she feared Homer's glance was one of condemnation, not lust. Still, she left her skirt alone. What difference did it make?
"Some shocking gossip has reached my ears," the principal pompously began. "It apparently was rampant among the students today and was overheard by a teacher. She naturally brought it to me."
"Naturally," Susan said with a strong tinge of sarcasm. She wasn't as nervous as before. Homer Twilby was such an old fart! Why let a ridiculous person like that frighten her?
"I believe you know what I'm talking about," he said firmly, squinting as he looked at her.
"I suppose I do," said Susan.
"Do you deny that the gossip is true?"
Susan hedged, "Well, I'm not sure exactly what the students have been saying." There was no use admitting any more than she had to.